[Is it Katsuki's heartbeat, or is it his own? Because Shouto's pulse is racing like he's just run a 5-minute mile.
Katsuki could run. He could get too flustered and just trade this soft quiet moment for yelling and pushing Shouto away. But it's worth the risk, he thinks. If he doesn't keep trying, maybe Katsuki will stop, too, and he doesn't...
But he doesn't.
And Shouto's smiling again, a little smaller, softer, but a smile, as his fingers squeeze Katsuki's lightly. It'd be an awkward angle to kiss him from, which is possibly the only reason his answer isn't just a kiss. Katsuki didn't fuck up at all.]
Guess I wouldn't mind if you do it more often. But--only if I can make you smile, too.
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Katsuki could run. He could get too flustered and just trade this soft quiet moment for yelling and pushing Shouto away. But it's worth the risk, he thinks. If he doesn't keep trying, maybe Katsuki will stop, too, and he doesn't...
But he doesn't.
And Shouto's smiling again, a little smaller, softer, but a smile, as his fingers squeeze Katsuki's lightly. It'd be an awkward angle to kiss him from, which is possibly the only reason his answer isn't just a kiss. Katsuki didn't fuck up at all.]
Guess I wouldn't mind if you do it more often. But--only if I can make you smile, too.