[He loves the feeling of Katsuki smiling against his lips, and he loves the feeling of skin pressed against bare skin, and he loves the way he can make Katsuki shiver and lose his train of thought. Except...that's kind of mutual, isn't it? Especially as Katsuki says those words, and Shouto feels a shiver run through him, followed by a flood of warmth, and he clutches Katsuki even closer to him.]
You...think so?
[A few months, even perhaps a few days ago, Katsuki might have thought he was playing dumb. By now, though, he should know Shouto just. Is this way. Oblivious. Unsure. Not at all aware of how he looks to others. And yet it's not others saying it this time. It's Katsuki. And that does something entirely different to him.]
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You...think so?
[A few months, even perhaps a few days ago, Katsuki might have thought he was playing dumb. By now, though, he should know Shouto just. Is this way. Oblivious. Unsure. Not at all aware of how he looks to others. And yet it's not others saying it this time. It's Katsuki. And that does something entirely different to him.]