[Shouto's eyes are stunning. Katsuki can see the languid haze in those mismatched irises, his skin warm from the heat that just makes Shouto look so fucking alive. He wants more. A cute pink tongue peaks out to lick lips and Katsuki wonders if they'd be as soft against his as they were on his neck. Would Shouto be good at kissing, or would he be clumsy at it?
And where the hell did that come from? He's hardly even listening at this point, his own breathing and heartbeat drowning out the conversation. He stares at Shouto, pupils blown.]
Flying...sharks?
[What.
And just like that, Katsuki snaps out of it. Sort of. His heart is still hammering like a particularly strenuous day of training and while he may be leaning back, he hasn't let go.]
That's stupid! Sharks can't breath above water! What the fuck?! Who told you that?!
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And where the hell did that come from? He's hardly even listening at this point, his own breathing and heartbeat drowning out the conversation. He stares at Shouto, pupils blown.]
Flying...sharks?
[What.
And just like that, Katsuki snaps out of it. Sort of. His heart is still hammering like a particularly strenuous day of training and while he may be leaning back, he hasn't let go.]
That's stupid! Sharks can't breath above water! What the fuck?! Who told you that?!