[One second he's scratching the floors and wondering if he puts enough effort into it maybe he can blow up the city, and the next he's in the air. He's in the air staring at Shouto's face and while some colors are muted, he guesses due to this pathetic form, he's still got a very good view of his strikingly beautiful eyes and his...
His lips. Soft, kinda pouty sometimes except when he smiled, which was rare but definitely worth it, and really good at-
Katsuki growls and starts squirming, refusing to look at Shouto, but before he can free himself he's against Shouto's chest and enveloped in that amazing scent that gets his adrenaline going. Something painful twists in his chest. Shouto smells good, and he's warm, incredibly warm, and something about the way his heart beats and chest rises with each inhale lulls Katsuki into a strange sense of calm. He doesn't want to move. He wants to stay there for as long as he can. But he's frustrated, because he can't respond, not with words anyway, and yelling and screaming is what he's good at. He can't punch Shouto for picking him up and he can't hold him either. So he just looks up at him, huffing faintly, and nudges a paw at Shouto's chest in response. He could go ahead and screw up his own shitty floors as long as he fought him after.]
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His lips. Soft, kinda pouty sometimes except when he smiled, which was rare but definitely worth it, and really good at-
Katsuki growls and starts squirming, refusing to look at Shouto, but before he can free himself he's against Shouto's chest and enveloped in that amazing scent that gets his adrenaline going. Something painful twists in his chest. Shouto smells good, and he's warm, incredibly warm, and something about the way his heart beats and chest rises with each inhale lulls Katsuki into a strange sense of calm. He doesn't want to move. He wants to stay there for as long as he can. But he's frustrated, because he can't respond, not with words anyway, and yelling and screaming is what he's good at. He can't punch Shouto for picking him up and he can't hold him either. So he just looks up at him, huffing faintly, and nudges a paw at Shouto's chest in response. He could go ahead and screw up his own shitty floors as long as he fought him after.]