[But he's almost laughing as he says it, bumping his shoulder against Katsuki's. At this point, he knows how the death threats translate, just what he means, and even that dry response is enough to ignite that soft, warm glow in him again as he leads them towards a bench to change out of their shoes and into skates, not letting go of his hand until he has to to get his shoes off.]
It's just...different. When I'm using my quirk, the ice is part of me. I'm making it. Skating, the ice isn't mine, and it's not just my feet on the ice, it's the skates. That probably doesn't make any sense, does it?
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[But he's almost laughing as he says it, bumping his shoulder against Katsuki's. At this point, he knows how the death threats translate, just what he means, and even that dry response is enough to ignite that soft, warm glow in him again as he leads them towards a bench to change out of their shoes and into skates, not letting go of his hand until he has to to get his shoes off.]
It's just...different. When I'm using my quirk, the ice is part of me. I'm making it. Skating, the ice isn't mine, and it's not just my feet on the ice, it's the skates. That probably doesn't make any sense, does it?
[He's never tried to explain it before.]