[Safe. Safe is a good word for it. He feels safe around Shouto in a way he hasn't felt with his other classmates, like he can relax for a moment and not have to deal with anyone misunderstanding or making a bigger deal out of it than it is. Shouto doesn't look down at him or act confused about his behavior. He doesn't have to explain himself.
But lately, he hasn't only been feeling safe. He doesn't know how to describe it, and the whole thing is frustrating and distracting.
He scrunches his eyes shut when Shouto moves, the pressure of his arm around him stronger than normal. Was he training more now? Shit, he'd have to catch up. There was no way in hell he'd let him get ahead of him. He opens his mouth to say something along the lines of "Stop moving you dumbass", but apparently his vocal chords are too tired to articulate a full sentence so instead he yips.]
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But lately, he hasn't only been feeling safe. He doesn't know how to describe it, and the whole thing is frustrating and distracting.
He scrunches his eyes shut when Shouto moves, the pressure of his arm around him stronger than normal. Was he training more now? Shit, he'd have to catch up. There was no way in hell he'd let him get ahead of him. He opens his mouth to say something along the lines of "Stop moving you dumbass", but apparently his vocal chords are too tired to articulate a full sentence so instead he yips.]