[How the hell was Shouto so good at everything? Everything about him simultaneously set off his competitive streak and drew him to him at the same time. But this was different and yet at the same time it wasn't. He would never admit that to his classmate and rival, but that doesn't stop him from smirking against his lips when he gets Shouto to make that sound, and he's pretty sure Shouto was louder. He doesn't give a shit if this is Cordis or something else at this point. He wants Shouto to keep doing that thing to his lip, he wants his warm hands to explore his skin. He wants to keep learning about him, what sets him off and gets him to smile, his smile is the most goddamn perfect thing he's seen. He wants to stay near his warmth.
Katsuki makes a loud, pleased sound, but then grunts in disappointment when Shouto moves away. How the hell did he get to be so beautiful? He's too hypnotized by what he's seeing, his own face flushed pink, to catch onto the movement at first.
And then he notices what he's doing and it's as if he's been submerged in ice.]
Wh-
[Hang the fuck on.]
THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?!
[He jumps back, landing on his wings and points at Shouto, his mind racing a million miles a minute. What just happened? What was Shouto doing? What was he doing?! What the fuck was this, and why was he enjoying it?!]
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Katsuki makes a loud, pleased sound, but then grunts in disappointment when Shouto moves away. How the hell did he get to be so beautiful? He's too hypnotized by what he's seeing, his own face flushed pink, to catch onto the movement at first.
And then he notices what he's doing and it's as if he's been submerged in ice.]
Wh-
[Hang the fuck on.]
THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?!
[He jumps back, landing on his wings and points at Shouto, his mind racing a million miles a minute. What just happened? What was Shouto doing? What was he doing?! What the fuck was this, and why was he enjoying it?!]
WHY ARE YOU STRIPPING?!
[Why didn't he want it to stop???]