[Shouto's hold is firm, it's not overwhelming or overly restrictive, but it does keep him in place. He tries wrenching himself out, but when he can't he barks, loudly. Fuck, why is he keeping him here? Why won't he let him go? He doesn't want him here, he didn't want him here before. Katsuki wants to scream, to curse, he's even tempted to bite Shouto- he'd do it as a human if he was desperate enough. But he can't do anything other than listen to Shouto talk, and when he registers what he's saying he stops struggling. Shouto uses his name again but it doesn't sound like an insult this time and he can't help but to stare up at him in silence, somewhere between confusion and awe.
Why would he want him to stay? What the fuck did people even call what they had? He has no fucking clue, but as his ribcage rises and falls rapidly, his breathing starting to settle, relief and something else swells in his body. Whatever this is, he doesn't want to screw it up. He already did that before. He can't talk, but that doesn't stop him from chattering loudly and shoving his face against Shouto's shoulder. He wants to stay here, where he can smell Shouto and feel his heartbeat. He wants to do other stuff too, but he blew that. It's fucking annoying.
Maybe if he just...
Just a little.
Digging those needle-like teeth in Shouto's shirt, Katsuki starts to chew on the fabric. It smells like Shouto, like campfires and rare laughter and warm smiles. He wants to keep that moment, hold onto it and guard it with every fiber of his being. He'll kill anyone who tries to hurt Shouto.]
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Why would he want him to stay? What the fuck did people even call what they had? He has no fucking clue, but as his ribcage rises and falls rapidly, his breathing starting to settle, relief and something else swells in his body. Whatever this is, he doesn't want to screw it up. He already did that before. He can't talk, but that doesn't stop him from chattering loudly and shoving his face against Shouto's shoulder. He wants to stay here, where he can smell Shouto and feel his heartbeat. He wants to do other stuff too, but he blew that. It's fucking annoying.
Maybe if he just...
Just a little.
Digging those needle-like teeth in Shouto's shirt, Katsuki starts to chew on the fabric. It smells like Shouto, like campfires and rare laughter and warm smiles. He wants to keep that moment, hold onto it and guard it with every fiber of his being. He'll kill anyone who tries to hurt Shouto.]