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Should I argue with you instead?

[His eyes narrow just a little as he looks at Katsuki a little closer. That's not just anger on his face, is it? In fact, he's pretty sure it's not anger at all.

Honestly, it makes him feel better about all of this. At least he's not the only one who doesn't know what the hell he's doing when it comes to this stuff.]

Fine.

[Sitting his tea down on the table, Shouto lifts his left arm and jerks his head towards the other teen.]

I'd like it more if you didn't. Now stop being stubborn and come here.

[Great. Now Shouto's staring at him. It leaves his face flushing and he glares back, red eyes boring into warm aquamarine juxtaposed by glacial silver. But that... That request shuts him up. For about a second.]

Don't tell me what to do!

[He growls his usual retort, yet he relents and turns and scoots closer, and closer, until he can practically feel the warmth from his body. His wings vibrate briefly, turned away from Shouto. He's not about to let Shouto take all the initiative. He can go after what he wants. He doesn't need someone else to ease him into it. He leans all of his body weight against him, ears twitching and picking up multiple sounds. These ears are obnoxiously large, and he's pretty sure he can hear everything from the other teen's breathing to the thrum of his heart. Without really thinking, he's rested his head on Shouto's shoulder, eyes shut as he takes in his scent, sounds, everything. He smells good and holy shit, he's like a fucking furnace. What the fuck.]

Edited 2020-02-05 18:05 (UTC)

[Well, at least that flush confirms it. He's just embarrassed. And despite his words, he's moving closer, all but burrowing into Shouto's side. And weirdly enough? It's comfortable. It shouldn't be, but it is, and Shouto slips his arm around Katsuki's shoulders above those wings, drawing him in closer and breathing in the smell of him, too.

He has to admit a little of it is curiosity. He's heard about his own pheromones during Cordis, the way he smells like burning maple bonfires and roasting marshmallows, the edge of winter ice mingled with sweet smoke. What would Katsuki smell like? Something peppery, maybe. Spicy and smoky. It's as good a chance as any to find out.]

...You really are freezing. I guess butterflies are cold-blooded...

[They're not mammals, after all, even if foxes are. It's still weird to feel the difference. But it's fine, even when he's not using his fire quirk he's warm enough to help.]

[Shouto smells sweet, calm and sleepy, but with just enough of the danger of winter's bite to be exhilarating when provoked. It reminds Katsuki of the aloof snowflake, and as much as he insults him, as much as he gives him a hard time, he couldn't think of anything more fitting. In fact, he just cuddles up to him more, close enough to where Shouto could easily smell the sweet scent of his sweat and shampoo mixed in with the spices he cooks with. He smells like a contradiction, clean but with the added kick of gunpowder and ashes.]

If you're going to complain, don't invite me in the first place.

[He scoffs. And yet he doesn't move. It feels good to just surrender to the warmth. It should be more complicated than this. It goes against everything he's working for, but if it's with someone who sees him as an equal, he can cooperate this once. The arm around him is a comfort he knows he could swat away or even fight if he wanted. He's starting to understand Shouto better, and while he's still an asshole, he's realizing he's just really, fucking dumb in a smart way.

But Katsuki is smarter.]

If you mention this to anyone, I seriously will kill you.

Edited 2020-02-05 22:32 (UTC)

I'm not complaining. Just saying.

[Any other time, maybe it'd come off as argumentative. Even when they'd been helping each other in the past, there had been that back and forth arguing, insults and words about whose fault which thing was. Geistnacht, that holiday party where Katsuki had gotten Shouto's ice power--and yet now, the words are almost absent, possibly comfortable as Shouto all but nuzzles into that spiky mass of hair pressed to the join of his shoulder, inhaling deeply. Katsuki smells like contradiction. Smoke and soap and sweet sharp edges. It seems strange, but right. Fitting. The huff of a laugh is barely a laugh at all, more like a voiced exhalation against Katsuki's temple, but maybe he can feel a little of the smile on Shouto's face.]

Who'd believe me? Really.

Mn. I almost forgot, you probably like being cold. Fuckin' weird.

[He's content to stay there, to leave it at that because he always has to have the last word. But then he hears that and he temporarily forgets how to breathe.

...

Holy fucking shit, did he just get the Ice Prince to laugh? It's a soft smile, a secret shaped in the soft curve of his lips that's his to remember now. His head is spinning with pride and confusion and annoyance. He did that. No one else. It doesn't soften the edges of bitterness of the sports festival, but it's such a contrast that he can't help feel some sort of smug satisfaction, a victory that he did this. He didn't even think Shouto was capable of being all affectionate and crap. He's warm and he smells good and his voice is oddly pleasant to listen to and it shouldn't be, but he craves more, burying his face in the dip of Shouto's neck and inhaling. He's more like a moth to a flame than a butterfly, but he nuzzles in, hands rough and clumsy when he moves to take Shouto's hand. It's not the first time they've held hands, but he's more aware than ever of Shouto's palm in his, blunt nails tracing the lines that scar the surface.

But he has a point. Who would believe him? Even he had trouble believing it. Maybe he just hadn't been willing to see this side of Shouto before. Maybe it was easier to keep him two-dimensional. It's not like Icy Hot Bastard probably didn't do the same with him all this time.]

It ain't about belief. I don't give a shit if they believe you or not. I don't want any extras to have their asses in business that isn't theirs. Don't do it.

[He's warmer, now. But he doesn't want to move.]

Edited 2020-02-11 03:38 (UTC)

[Shouto doesn't seem to notice when Katsuki forgets how to breathe, instead just sleepily murmuring an answer as Katsuki nuzzles further into his neck, shifting slightly to accommodate him better. He should be close.]

Being warm's better. Like this.

[He might be more than a little oblivious, and far too literal, but it's Shouto's turn to hold his breath as Katsuki takes his hand. It's not the first time, sure, but it's the first time he's done it willingly, and it's....weirdly nice. All of this is weirdly nice. He'd think with all the explosions Katsuki's hands would be rough, but they're not. They're surprisingly soft. Soft, and cool to the touch. Maybe it's the glycerin in the nitroglycerin. He's not really thinking hard about that, though. It's really just...this is nice. The feeling of Katsuki's breath against the side of his neck, the feeling of a hand in his as he laces their fingers together, the feeling of another heartbeat close to his. It isn't even just the moonlacing. It's just... it's comfortable. He's comfortable.]

Fine. I won't. As long as we can stay like this a while.

[He doesn't want to move, either.]

No shit...

[He murmurs snarkily, as if he hadn't been the one to bring up the topic in the first place. It doesn't stop him from being a smartass, but some of the edge has been softened by the lazy, pleasant, fuck- safe feeling he's experiencing right now. He feels safe around Shouto. He likes being around him. What the fuck.

His ears perk up briefly, red eyes snapping open, but then they flutter shut again. The smooth pads of his fingers trace Shouto's palm absentmindedly, only half noting the callouses and scars, contrasted by soft skin here and there. Strong. But somehow...not fragile. Vulnerable. Like a fire in a snowstorm, so alive and vibrant and capable of destruction, but one wrong move... It suits him.

Fucking weird.]

Yeah, yeah... Too much work to move now. And don't tell me what to do.

[He adds sleepily as an afterthought. He could probably fall asleep here. And he wouldn't even have the combat exhaustion excuse to fall back on. This place sucks. He doesn't get it at all.]

[Safe. Yeah, safe is the word. Honestly maybe he should feel weirder about it, but it's true. Katsuki is a dangerous person. He's got an incredibly strong quirk, he could do some serious damage without even trying, and yet Shouto is certain that he wouldn't hurt him. It's a strangely exhilarating feeling, and the way that Katsuki is stroking fingertips over his palm is strangely soothing, feeling equally strangely intimate. It's hypnotizing, even. He could easily sleep like this.

In fact, sleep is pretty much inevitable at this point. He's warm, and he's comfortable, and the weight of Katsuki against him is steadying. He doesn't even want to argue, so all he does is make a quiet grumbling noise in his throat, sighing as he pulls Katsuki just a little closer, burying his face in the other boy's neck in turn.]

Mmff. Whatever...

[The word is sleepy, hazy, and his eyes are already closed, lashes brushing against Katsuki's skin as he sighs and relaxes. He's happy to sit there in silence and drift, and after a few moments, if Katsuki is also quiet, he might be able to feel the faint rumbling of a purr coming from Shouto's chest.]

[Katsuki isn't one to go along with things unless he wants to. He doesn't do compromises, and he certainly doesn't waste his or anyone else's time with bullshit. So it vaguely, distantly surprises even himself when he lets Shouto pull him closer. He does it because he wants to. Here, he's suddenly very aware of just how strong Shouto is. Of the mesmerizing rise and fall of his breathing, and every lean muscle in his chest. He's warm. Comfortable. And they could both kill eachother if they felt like it.

He prefers that. And he feels some grudging respect for Shouto's fitness regime. Not that his own is lacking.

Trust is a rare, precious thing he doesn't give out generously, but he trusts Shouto not to use this against him. He trusts him not to pull any shit. As much as he infuriates him, his intentions are surprisingly sincere. Even kind, in a way that confuses the hell out of Katsuki. But he trusts him, and he's about to drift off--

When something familiar but different has his eyes shoot back open. He's glad Shouto's too busy burying his face in his neck now.

Holy shit. He's definitely awake now. Did the Ice Prince...

Did he just fucking purr?

He's silent, if only not to startle him. He has to make sure he isn't hallucinating, but nope. No. He is definitely purring. It's comforting. But it also stirs something feral inside his chest. Once the initial shock wears off, he snuggles up to him stubbornly, inhaling the scent of his soft hair, and scoffs silently allowing the purring to ease him into sleep.]

[Shouto doesn't remember falling asleep. He remembers sitting down with Katsuki, remembers eating, remembers...

Remembers Katsuki cuddling close. Remembers Katsuki holding his hand, fingers stroking his palm in a way that was astonishingly gentle and not at all what he expected. Remembers liking it, more than a little.

The thoughts aren't as shocking as they might be, if he weren't still so comfortable and warm, his mind hazy and lazy as he drifts. He's on the couch, he knows; somewhere in the course of napping he's gone from sitting up to stretched out full length, his entire body feeling heavy.

Of course, maybe it's not just his body. There's a weight on his chest and hips, pressing him into the soft cushions, a weight that seems to move slightly as he does, breathing with him. And then there's the feeling of something soft and spiky tickling his cheek, and something else warm and soft and strangely firm under his hand. Skin, he thinks. Skin, and not his.

It's curiousity that finally gets him to crack an eye, glancing down to see a familiar blond head aggressively burrowed into his shoulder, and down a little more to see his hand flat against the small of Katsuki's back.

Huh.

Maybe he should move. Katsuki's bound to freak out about this when he wakes up. But he's so comfortable...maybe if he just leaves his eyes closed, it'll be fine?? It'll be fine. Probably.

He still doesn't move his hand.]

[At some point Katsuki shifted. He's curled up, his knees toward the back of the couch, and has possessively clung onto the arm that isn't over his back as if daring him to move a muscle. It's been a while since he got this close to anyone. He doesn't actually think he's ever let himself get this close to anyone. Maybe subconsciously, he picks up in the subtle change of the predictable rise and fall of Shouto's breathing while asleep to wakefulness. Maybe he just sucks at napping. Either way, he finds himself waking soon after his classmate.

He keeps his eyes shut. He might be slow to wake up and groggy, but he remembers everything that happened. He half expected Shouto to move by now, and discovering that he hasn't--and there's something weighing down on his back, but it isn't trapping him or fighting him, but it's almost supporting him--it sets something off, something that's warm and comforting but also painful in his chest. Why? Why is Shouto this way? He's accepted that this isn't some fucked up way for Shouto to feel superior to him, he's too fucking simple for that, so why is he still here?

Before he can stop himself, he finds himself scoffing softly, only to yawn at a much louder volume. He still hasn't moved, he wants to stay where it's warm. And for some fucking esoteric reason, so does Icy Hot. His voice growls, thick with sleep when he speaks up.]

Don't you fucking move.

[Shouto might be half asleep still, but even he can feel the shift in Katsuki's breathing, the way the muscles in his back shift and tense as he comes to. It's almost distracting, in fact; he knows logically of course that Katsuki has a good fitness regimen, you don't go through the kind of training they do without ending up with a decent body, but it's different knowing it and feeling it.

He still doesn't move. Not as Katsuki huffs, and not as he yawns. Because after all, Katsuki's not moving, either, is he? Maybe it's some sort of weird sense of competition, but maybe...hm. Shouto's arm tightens just slightly around Katsuki's waist, fingers curling and then spreading flat against the curve of his spine, and he nuzzles his cheek against the other boy's hair, breathing deeply.]

...Don't wanna.

[His voice is rough with sleep, hazy around the edges, but there's no lie in the words. He doesn't want to move. This is nice. He's not sure why Katsuki isn't moving, but as long as he's there, Shouto's not going anywhere, either.]

[For the briefest split second Katsuki tenses, the awareness too sharp, too unforgiving. He tenses, and waits, ready to fight. And then that hand goes flat on his back, a warm jolt running up his body and he relaxes. He doesn't know what the fuck Shouto is doing, he doesn't even think Shouto knows, but he likes it. He actually laughs breathlessly, as if he can't quite believe any of this is really happening.]

You're so fucking lazy...

[He's not complaining. Now that's he's kind of sort of awake, he tries something else. He doesn't even think about it. He just lets his hand go up, freeing Shouto's arm to card through his hair, enjoying the soft texture way too much. He never thought he'd give his rival a scalp massage, but here they are.]

Mmnph.

[It's less an answer than it is a rumble of sound, half disagreement and half dismissal. So what if he's lazy right now? He puts a hell of a lot of effort into things most of the time, trains with Grimm and with Angela, with Xichen and with Katsuki himself. With Izuku, or he used to before that got weird. He's allowed to be lazy. Just for a day or so.]

You're here, too, you know.

[That is not at all a complaint. In fact, his voice as he says it actually seems pretty pleased about that fact. It's nice, having someone this close. And sure, if he were thinking about it harder, maybe it would be weird that that someone is Katsuki, but maybe it wouldn't be. After all, there's a kind of mutual trust between them, bickering and all. He trusts Katsuki. And Katsuki must trust him, or he wouldn't be here.

Still, trusting, even liking being around his classmates isn't enough to prepare him for what follows--the feeling of fingers carding through his hair, surprisingly gentle despite the unpracticed gesture. It feels nice. Really nice, nice enough that Shouto tilts his head into that touch, hand sliding a little further up Katsuki's back with another one of those quiet, almost satisfied sighs.]

... Don't stop.

Congrats on those astute observational skills, Icy Hot.

[Katsuki retorts, never missing a chance to insult Shouto in some way. But this time it lacks his usual vitriol, and he sounds almost...amused, in his own way. He trusts Shouto. He isn't sure when it happened- actually, he knows exactly when. He would never admit that their first conversation sparked something that challenged everything he thought he knew about him. Getting to where they were now had been painful enough.

And damn are Shouto's locks silky. Asshole probably shampoos with generic and doesn't even condition. Who gave him the right?]

Don't tell me what to do...

[He grumbles, not stopping. Something about knowing he can get that kind of reaction out of Shouto, and that he even trusts him enough to be that vulnerable in front of him makes him want to keep doing it. So he does, but he wants to feel his ears, dammit. He wants to see if they're as soft as his hair.]

Edited 2020-02-19 04:07 (UTC)

M'very observant.

[No he's not. He's really not. He knows that, too, but right now, he's not even worried about Katsuki's response. After all, he doesn't sound nearly as angry as he usually does. He sounds...if not soft, exactly, then softer. Soft enough that he doesn't even hesitate to nuzzle that little bit closer, breath warm against Katsuki's temple.

His hair is soft, sure, but his ears are even softer, a velvety smoothness that begs to be touched. And really, he enjoys that even more than the hair, as Katsuki will quickly find if he tries to stroke them, too.]

...Feels nice.

[There's no shame in admitting that.]

[It does feel nice. Especially Shouto's warm breath against his temple. It feels so nice in fact that he leans in more, his grunt more of a pleased hum when he gets to his ears.]

Yeah it does.

[He might not have any idea what he's doing, but he's still going to do his best to excel at it. He has too much pride to allow himself to be the only one enjoying this.]

Your ears are something else.

[Katsuki is still there, even though both of them are conscious (more or less), and maybe that should make it less surprising when he cuddles closer, when he agrees, but it does not. Not in the slightest. A pleasurable thrill runs through him when he realizes, half from the touch of fingers against his sensitive ears, half from the fact that this is Bakugou Katsuki, and he does not do this with anyone.]

What else would they be?

[Is that a joke? A whimsical statement from Todoroki Shouto? It is. It is also him tilting his head into the touch, and perhaps a little him rubbing his cheek against Katsuki's hair, a gesture that is entirely catlike and more than a little possessive.]

[It's true that he doesn't do this with anyone. The very fact that he has proves that he means it, because he only does what he wants. It's not like Shouto's any less surprising. He might be more willing to connect with people than Katsuki, but this shouldn't have been easy for them. But it was. Only with him.]

Are you fucking kidding me...

[He tries to sound upset, pissed, but his voice ends up cracking into a laugh which he silences by shoving his face in Shouto's shoulder. But he continues to stroke his ears, indulging in their soft texture. He doesn't miss the significance of Shouto's gesture; something in his brought about by Cordis leaves him aware of it's meaning. Pride and something else blooms in his chest and before he knows what he's doing.

Yip.

What the hell.]

Mmph.

[He growls/screams, still in Shouto's shoulder, to try and conceal any embarrassing behaviors by sheer volume.]

Edited 2020-02-23 04:20 (UTC)

[It was easy. It shouldn't be, and maybe some of that is because of Cordis, but not all of it. Not nearly all. Somehow, these last months, they've come to a different kind of understanding. They've come to a point where they can actually lay like this, comfortable and weirdly at peace.

He can hear the laugh in Katsuki's voice, no matter how much he tries to suppress it, and he definitely hears that noise, a foxlike yip that is not a sound of pain or discomfort. It's...something else. Something better, something that makes his chest feel warm and tight. His fingers stroke further up along Katsuki's spine, tracing the curve of muscle and bone from tail to wings and back, although at the scream into his shoulder Shouto makes a faintly displeased noise, burying his nose against the hollow below Katsuki's jaw, lips also brushing skin in a gesture that makes him almost shiver.]

Stop that. Not like I'm going to tell anyone.

[He doesn't have to be embarrassed. Shouto isn't.]

This is nice. You smell nice.

Mmmph.

[An electric jolt shoots up his spine. He shivers and glances up, uncertainty, irritation and an unfamiliar emotion welling up in bright red eyes. He isn't sure if his tail is that sensitive or if Shouto is just that good. He can't be that good. But something soft and chapped just barely ghosts against his neck. Did he fucking just-

Was it him just being clumsy?

It had to be. Suddenly Katsuki's mind is too loud and too fast. But he doesn't move. He doesn't want to.]

That's because I took a shower, dumbass...

... [His hands curl in Shouto's soft locks.] You smell like. Camping and shit.

[It could be both. Except in the case of the latter, that would be completely accidental. Shouto's running entirely on instinct, following what feels nice. He likes the shape of Katsuki's spine, the interesting ways his moonblessing changes it, but also the spread of muscles, the way they shift under his skin, still cool but warmer than before.]

S'not just a shower. Your shampoo's nice, but it's you, too. Kind of sharp, like pepper, but the good kind. Like something delicious.

[The words are a little muffled as Shouto continues to bury his nose along Katsuki's neck, trying to determine what exactly it is that's so compelling. It's distracting, but so is the feeling of skin against his lips, and he suddenly has the strange thought that if he licked Katsuki, he might even be able to taste that elusive scent.

He doesn't, because he doesn't want to die, but it's close. Thankfully, hands curling in his hair distract him, and he arches into the touch a little, lips shifting away from Katsuki's neck.]

...Is that good?

[Katsuki rolls his eyes. Shouto says it so bluntly, with such sincerity, that there's no way he thinks that he's lying. It's exactly the kind of stupid remark he would make. He doesn't know why it makes that warm feeling in his chest swell.]

Food's right there, asshole.

[He's so warm. So much that he doesn't mind the way he buries his face in his neck, practically touching his throat, close enough to tear it open if he wanted-

His stomach drops when Shouto moves away, the skin on his neck oddly chilled. Why'd he move away? In irritation, and something else, Katsuki moves his hands down Shouto's back, enjoying the muscles he's worked to built, until they rest above his tail.]

Fuck yeah. It's better than that artificial shit they sell... You ever hike before? Because you wanted to, not because you were forced to.

You smell better. Don't want food right now.

[So far, Katsuki doesn't seem to be complaining, or moving at all, so Shouto feels reasonably comfortable in being a brat. Katsuki can handle it, and sometimes--a lot of the time--Shouto privately thinks he might enjoy it. At least, he knows he does.

As those hands move away from his hair and down his spine, Katsuki gets his wish, and Shouto buries his face in the other boy's neck again, lips pressed against the hollow of his collarbone and nose against the join of his shoulder. It's warm and comfortable, and he likes the way he can feel the rumble of Katsuki's words in his chest. He likes the way those strangely soft palms skate over his back, too, and arches into that touch almost despite himself, tail twitching and lifting to drape itself over Katsuki's thigh as he tangles their legs together. Camping, he's talking about camping. Shouto should probably say something instead of just breathing in his smell.]

Mm-mm. Never really had a chance. M'sure Endeavor would've put me out there for a month if he thought it'd make me use that half of my quirk.

[Whatever. He didn't, though, and he won't, and honestly Shouto thinks he's got a better idea.]

We can go sometime. If you wanna.

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