[The seconds he has to wait for a response are tortuous. Katsuki can barely even think to breathe until Shouto finally responds in something that feels like a nervous laugh, which is strange because somehow it resonates with him. He has so much to lose right now, but he guesses Shouto does too. He doesn't miss the way his fingertips tremble against his skin, so without so much thinking he reaches for his other hand, squeezing his palm.
He keeps his stare on Shouto, unable to look away even if he wanted to, silent as if to try and quiet the storm that beats against his chest and head. It doesn't work. But then Shouto says that. He likes him. Not just what he can do. And for some reason it hurts yet fills him with something completely inexplicable. Releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding, he moves both hands to cup Shouto's face, red gaze somewhat foggy despite all his efforts to stay calm, stay strong.]
You're so-- [Strong, brave, smart, beautiful, kind.] You're so weird.
[He finishes with with a laugh that quickly dies off into a grunt, his voice hoarse.]
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He keeps his stare on Shouto, unable to look away even if he wanted to, silent as if to try and quiet the storm that beats against his chest and head. It doesn't work. But then Shouto says that. He likes him. Not just what he can do. And for some reason it hurts yet fills him with something completely inexplicable. Releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding, he moves both hands to cup Shouto's face, red gaze somewhat foggy despite all his efforts to stay calm, stay strong.]
You're so-- [Strong, brave, smart, beautiful, kind.] You're so weird.
[He finishes with with a laugh that quickly dies off into a grunt, his voice hoarse.]