[Katsuki mumbles, all irritation and confusion with nowhere to go. He pinches the bridge of his nose, hard, as if hoping if he hurts himself enough he can make the other pain go away. He doesn't like that look on Shouto's face. But how he sounds is what really stabs at him. It twists his insides and forces them up against his chest, pressing them against his heart and he can't breathe or think about anything other than that hurt, Shouto looks hurt, just like everyone else did when he said something too cruel or his recklessness got them harmed. But this time it's different. It's hurting him too and he has no idea why.
Why the hell was he acting like he was in the wrong? So he fucking snapped. He does that all the time. What made it any different now? He was the one with an actual shred of common sense. Maye Shouto was just hot. What if it had been some other dumbass here instead of Katsuki who didn't understand that and took it as a sign of something else? The rage is familiar. It's comfortable. He lets it boil over until he snaps, again without thinking.]
Don't see you throwing around your shirt any time you got hot in class, Icy Hot.
[Please, just stop talking. Stop sounding like that. Just agree with him and move on.]
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[Katsuki mumbles, all irritation and confusion with nowhere to go. He pinches the bridge of his nose, hard, as if hoping if he hurts himself enough he can make the other pain go away. He doesn't like that look on Shouto's face. But how he sounds is what really stabs at him. It twists his insides and forces them up against his chest, pressing them against his heart and he can't breathe or think about anything other than that hurt, Shouto looks hurt, just like everyone else did when he said something too cruel or his recklessness got them harmed. But this time it's different. It's hurting him too and he has no idea why.
Why the hell was he acting like he was in the wrong? So he fucking snapped. He does that all the time. What made it any different now? He was the one with an actual shred of common sense. Maye Shouto was just hot. What if it had been some other dumbass here instead of Katsuki who didn't understand that and took it as a sign of something else? The rage is familiar. It's comfortable. He lets it boil over until he snaps, again without thinking.]
Don't see you throwing around your shirt any time you got hot in class, Icy Hot.
[Please, just stop talking. Stop sounding like that. Just agree with him and move on.]