[It wasn't as though Shouto had ever planned this, either. Especially given the way their first conversation had gone, Katsuki was pretty much the last person he expected to be this close with. Sure, they could train together, but this--this was far from that.
And yet here they are. Asleep in a nest of blankets on Shouto's couch, an unspoken agreement between the two of them to be as close as possible and not to talk about what that means or just how safe it feels. Because it does feel safe, at least to Shouto. He knows Katsuki isn't gonna hurt him, at least not while he's asleep, and he knows that if anything happens they both can handle it. It makes it easy to sleep.
Except...now there's something slightly cold and a little damp pressed against his skin, and it's disturbing Shouto's sleep. Brow creasing slightly, he rolls over onto his side, arm curling around the tiny fluffy body next to him.
Something seems strange about that, but his sleepy brain is far stronger than that tiny voice.]
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And yet here they are. Asleep in a nest of blankets on Shouto's couch, an unspoken agreement between the two of them to be as close as possible and not to talk about what that means or just how safe it feels. Because it does feel safe, at least to Shouto. He knows Katsuki isn't gonna hurt him, at least not while he's asleep, and he knows that if anything happens they both can handle it. It makes it easy to sleep.
Except...now there's something slightly cold and a little damp pressed against his skin, and it's disturbing Shouto's sleep. Brow creasing slightly, he rolls over onto his side, arm curling around the tiny fluffy body next to him.
Something seems strange about that, but his sleepy brain is far stronger than that tiny voice.]