[He could run. But he's tired of that. When Shouto smiles again and he feels a pang in his chest and all of the tension drain away at once, he's sure he made the right choice. Shouto is strong, and beautiful, and smart but it's not just that. He can't figure it out.
He squeezes his hand in return and he shifts a little to sit up and press his lips lightly against Shouto's, smiling against them, and pulls away a second later.]
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He squeezes his hand in return and he shifts a little to sit up and press his lips lightly against Shouto's, smiling against them, and pulls away a second later.]
Better?