['His'. Despite the chill, Katsuki's cheeks have a dusting of pink, warmth blooming in his chest.]
Yeah, well...you're mine.
[He says, partially competitive but one hundred percent sincere. He's too caught up in the new acknowledgement. Boyfriends. Him. Shouto, they're official. And Shouto called him his. It's enough to make his heart beat faster like he just got out of a fight, too captivated by Shouto's beautiful gaze to even notice he's graduated from the floor to the ice-]
Sure-
[Until he overextends one leg, yelps and scrambles to hold onto Shouto before slipping onto the ice.]
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Yeah, well...you're mine.
[He says, partially competitive but one hundred percent sincere. He's too caught up in the new acknowledgement. Boyfriends. Him. Shouto, they're official. And Shouto called him his. It's enough to make his heart beat faster like he just got out of a fight, too captivated by Shouto's beautiful gaze to even notice he's graduated from the floor to the ice-]
Sure-
[Until he overextends one leg, yelps and scrambles to hold onto Shouto before slipping onto the ice.]