[It's true that Katsuki is at Shouto's place so often that it's become more his home than his own apartment. He's comfortable there. What he's not comfortable with is the weird fluttering feeling in his stomach, like he's falling, but as he stares at soft lashes and hums at the warmth of Shouto's hand tangled in his hair and leans forward to press a quick kiss to his forehead, he's distracted by the sheer obliviousness in Shouto's statement.]

I- What?

[Where the FUCK did he get that idea? He quickly does a mental rewind of what he said, trying to figure it out, and scoffs, poking him in the forehead.]

You moron. Did I say I was going to murder you!? If I was going to, I would say it. But I am gonna murder you with my taste in d- d- dating destinations, so wake the fuck up!!! Or do you wanna waste the whole day napping?