[Katsuki had only walked out like that out of spite toward himself and his own weakness. With Shouto now staring at him the heat radiates from his face to his shoulders as if he never took a shower to calm down in the first place.
Still, it's a little bit easier when it's Shouto staring and not the other way around. He can't help but feel some satisfaction that he's not the only one suffering.]
I won't wear your underwear. That's fucking weird.
[And now he's thinking about it, and Shouto's body in his underwear, and-]
...Thanks.
[He escapes to Shouto's room all too quickly, opening the drawers and putting on the first outfit he finds. Shit, it really does smell like Shouto. His clothes are soft and for a moment he just imagines it's Shouto instead that's around him.
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Still, it's a little bit easier when it's Shouto staring and not the other way around. He can't help but feel some satisfaction that he's not the only one suffering.]
I won't wear your underwear. That's fucking weird.
[And now he's thinking about it, and Shouto's body in his underwear, and-]
...Thanks.
[He escapes to Shouto's room all too quickly, opening the drawers and putting on the first outfit he finds. Shit, it really does smell like Shouto. His clothes are soft and for a moment he just imagines it's Shouto instead that's around him.
And then he steps back outside to find him.]
Now what?