[As weird as it is, and as much as Katsuki is flying blind in their friendship, he doesn't want Shouto to get hurt. He wants to see him smile again. He doesn't understand how, but something about his happiness feels like the ultimate win. It's different from any battle he's fought, yet he still gets a rush that fills his chest with warmth in the way no fight ever could. So he'll put up with this for now. If their situations were reversed, he'd keep Shouto with him. But would he be as kind? Knowing him, hell no.
He doesn't get him at all...
Still, having his own personal furnace hugging him while Shouto's head comfortably rests on his isn't so bad. He can hear and feel the smile pressed against his fur and it only takes him a second before he stops chewing, his pulse spiking and bushy tail brushing against Shouto's arm. Shouto's lips are on his head. Shit. He probably doesn't even realize it. It probably means nothing. But it still...
It still feels really nice. More than nice. How could he have been such a dumbass to Shouto before? He feels as if he's been hit by a jolt of electricity, his mind and heart going a hundred miles a minute, so he digs his teeth deeper into Shouto's shirt, pressing his paws against his chest and barking both in retort to the eating comment and the question. No, he's not hungry. Is he hungry? He's not sure right now. If it means moving away from Shouto, he could go without eating.]
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He doesn't get him at all...
Still, having his own personal furnace hugging him while Shouto's head comfortably rests on his isn't so bad. He can hear and feel the smile pressed against his fur and it only takes him a second before he stops chewing, his pulse spiking and bushy tail brushing against Shouto's arm. Shouto's lips are on his head. Shit. He probably doesn't even realize it. It probably means nothing. But it still...
It still feels really nice. More than nice. How could he have been such a dumbass to Shouto before? He feels as if he's been hit by a jolt of electricity, his mind and heart going a hundred miles a minute, so he digs his teeth deeper into Shouto's shirt, pressing his paws against his chest and barking both in retort to the eating comment and the question. No, he's not hungry. Is he hungry? He's not sure right now. If it means moving away from Shouto, he could go without eating.]