[Maybe it's selfish, maybe it's not. But Katsuki knows Shouto has something he's missing. Midoriya had it, but in a different way. Shouto's different, and in a way braver than Katsuki is with all of his shouting and charging into battle head-on. It terrifies him. He doesn't fully understand it. But he doesn't want to let go of whatever this is.
Fuck, Shouto's voice is soothing. He can feel it surround him, soft but strong, and he chatters happily in response.
And then Shouto kisses him. That was a kiss. There's no possible way he could have mistaken it for anything else. Something equally yearning and painful twists inside him and he freezes, his paws still gripping the fabric, and pulls away enough to gaze up at Shouto, red eyes huge. The warmth that surges through him isn't just from the body heat. He wishes he could ask, or more like demand, what Shouto was thinking. He wishes he could just kiss him back. But he can't. Not the same way. Frustration bubbles up, but so does something else- affection? And before Katsuki can stop himself he whimpers, arcing his body up closer to Shouto's face until he's nuzzling the side of his jaw.]
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Fuck, Shouto's voice is soothing. He can feel it surround him, soft but strong, and he chatters happily in response.
And then Shouto kisses him. That was a kiss. There's no possible way he could have mistaken it for anything else. Something equally yearning and painful twists inside him and he freezes, his paws still gripping the fabric, and pulls away enough to gaze up at Shouto, red eyes huge. The warmth that surges through him isn't just from the body heat. He wishes he could ask, or more like demand, what Shouto was thinking. He wishes he could just kiss him back. But he can't. Not the same way. Frustration bubbles up, but so does something else- affection? And before Katsuki can stop himself he whimpers, arcing his body up closer to Shouto's face until he's nuzzling the side of his jaw.]