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[It wasn't as though Shouto had ever planned this, either. Especially given the way their first conversation had gone, Katsuki was pretty much the last person he expected to be this close with. Sure, they could train together, but this--this was far from that.

And yet here they are. Asleep in a nest of blankets on Shouto's couch, an unspoken agreement between the two of them to be as close as possible and not to talk about what that means or just how safe it feels. Because it does feel safe, at least to Shouto. He knows Katsuki isn't gonna hurt him, at least not while he's asleep, and he knows that if anything happens they both can handle it. It makes it easy to sleep.

Except...now there's something slightly cold and a little damp pressed against his skin, and it's disturbing Shouto's sleep. Brow creasing slightly, he rolls over onto his side, arm curling around the tiny fluffy body next to him.

Something seems strange about that, but his sleepy brain is far stronger than that tiny voice.]

[Safe. Safe is a good word for it. He feels safe around Shouto in a way he hasn't felt with his other classmates, like he can relax for a moment and not have to deal with anyone misunderstanding or making a bigger deal out of it than it is. Shouto doesn't look down at him or act confused about his behavior. He doesn't have to explain himself.

But lately, he hasn't only been feeling safe. He doesn't know how to describe it, and the whole thing is frustrating and distracting.

He scrunches his eyes shut when Shouto moves, the pressure of his arm around him stronger than normal. Was he training more now? Shit, he'd have to catch up. There was no way in hell he'd let him get ahead of him. He opens his mouth to say something along the lines of "Stop moving you dumbass", but apparently his vocal chords are too tired to articulate a full sentence so instead he yips.]

[It is different lately, isn't it? Ever since that first time Katsuki came over for Cordis...what was it, a month ago? Two? It's weird, he's not even sure how long it's been. Just that, well. It's kind of nice having the company, especially now with some of the others gone. Some of the friends he's made during his time here, too. It's nice having someone to curl up and nap with, but it's nicer that it's him.

Maybe it's the sense of accomplishment. Like he's done something special in that person being Katsuki, who is notoriously picky about who he spends time with. But he doesn't exactly think that accounts for all of this feeling. It's just he's not sure how to describe it, other than...nice. Safe. Warm.

Except for that cold nose. There's a yip, and the cat ears atop Shouto's head twitch, almost laying flat, his arm tightening just a little around a body that's definitely hairier than he remembers.]

Stop that. Trying to sleep...s'cold. And wet.

[Honestly, he never imagined he would let himself get this close to anyone, let alone Shouto. But maybe he let it happen because it was Shouto. They had been through too much together, and he's started to think he understands the guy pretty okay. Not that he gives a shit what anyone else thinks about anyone.

Whatever the reason is, right now he's comfortable. Mostly. Actually, he's a little too warm and constricted. Shouto's voice is a loud rumble against his oversized ears and something in him just snaps and he panics. Opening his eyes, he tries to free himself out of the warm darkness with a punch. Only his punch is in the form of two paws scratching at Shouto's shirt. He doesn't understand what's going on. He just needs to get out.]

[It's the feeling of tiny sharp claws scrabbling against his chest that suddenly jolts him awake, Shouto flinching and tossing back the blanket they're buried under. The couch seems strangely empty, and there's too much cool air, and scrubbing blearily at his eyes he finally blinks, looking down at--]

...Bakugou????

[He'd fallen asleep with Bakugou, and this tiny blonde snarling thing looked like it could be, but. It's tiny.

And adorable.]

[He's not sure why he feels so trapped and he can't move right. But then the light shocks his eyes and he squints, breathing rapidly. His heart is pounding in his chest, but he's more distracted by all of the sounds and smells. Everything is so loud and Shouto smells amazing. Even better than usual. But he looks different, his red hair muted, and he also looks so fucking big.

Why is he so big?

Why--

Eyes the same bright red shade as Katsuki's own glance down and he yelps and somehow manages to twist his body out of Shouto's hold and on the floor in a tangled mess of limbs and fur. It was a triple moon. He knew this place fucked with people, but this was just...

He can't even wrap his head around this. Finally, he stands back up, his ribcage still rising and falling rapidly. It was this whole world's fault. It did shit like this and expected them to simply accept it, hell, be grateful for it. Fuck that shit. He'll fight back. He's sick of being powerless.

So he glances down at his front paw again and tries it out, an explosion bursting and singing Shouto's floor.]

[Okay, so the little thing is definitely freaking out right now, and Shouto does his best to hold it carefully, but it still manages to fling itself from his arms and onto the floor, Shouto shooting straight up on the couch in alarm and reaching after.]

Are you o--

[Okay, he was going to ask, but then the thing is on its feet again, and there's a burst approximately like a single firecracker, Shouto yanking his feet away with a yelp.]

Hey!! No explosions in my apartment!

[Ow. Katsuki's oversized ears flatten against his skull as he balks, glaring up at Shouto. The explosion is so loud, and so is Shouto's voice. Was he always this loud? He remembers his voice being a lot softer. He also remembers his explosions being a lot bigger.

Once the initial shock fades, his anger flares up again. How else is he supposed to express anything like this?! This whole place is bullshit and he can't do a damn thing about it. He opens his mouth to argue, to scream, but all that comes out is a bark.

FUCK!!!

Something smells good. Katsuki tries to ignore it. Being pissed off with excess energy is not a good combination. There's a scratching sound and he looks down. He didn't even notice he started digging his claws into Shouto's floor. Whatever. It's a shitty floor.]

[The bark is cute. Incredibly cute, just like Katsuki's entire current form, but Shouto's not about to let himself be deterred by the cuteness. Those are his floors, and they may not be impressive, but they're still his, and he's gotta take care of them for as long as they're stuck here.

Reacting quickly, he reaches down and scoops up the tiny fluffy that's Katsuki, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck.]

Come on, stop that--

[He's just gonna cuddle Katsuki to his chest, trying to keep him from damaging the furniture or floor anymore. Hope you enjoy that campfire smell, Katsuki!]

You don't see me coming into your apartment and screwing up your floors, do you? It's rude.

[One second he's scratching the floors and wondering if he puts enough effort into it maybe he can blow up the city, and the next he's in the air. He's in the air staring at Shouto's face and while some colors are muted, he guesses due to this pathetic form, he's still got a very good view of his strikingly beautiful eyes and his...

His lips. Soft, kinda pouty sometimes except when he smiled, which was rare but definitely worth it, and really good at-

Katsuki growls and starts squirming, refusing to look at Shouto, but before he can free himself he's against Shouto's chest and enveloped in that amazing scent that gets his adrenaline going. Something painful twists in his chest. Shouto smells good, and he's warm, incredibly warm, and something about the way his heart beats and chest rises with each inhale lulls Katsuki into a strange sense of calm. He doesn't want to move. He wants to stay there for as long as he can. But he's frustrated, because he can't respond, not with words anyway, and yelling and screaming is what he's good at. He can't punch Shouto for picking him up and he can't hold him either. So he just looks up at him, huffing faintly, and nudges a paw at Shouto's chest in response. He could go ahead and screw up his own shitty floors as long as he fought him after.]

[Even in this shape, Katsuki's still got those eyes. Red, yeah, sure it's an unusual enough color, but it's less about the color and more about the intensity. That gaze couldn't be anything but Katsuki, even in this shape.

He's so warm, too. Shouto's gotten used to his more cold-blooded encounters with Cordis, and Katsuki usually prefers the warmth anyway, but this little furball is so warm. And he smells just as nice in this shape, too. He's soft, and he's warm, and for once he's not fighting. But after a moment he does huff and push at Shouto's chest with a paw, and Shouto pulls back just a little to look at him.]

Done messing up my place now? I know this sucks, and you hate it, but it's a moon thing so it should be over in a few days. If you want I can take you to Angela instead?

[Not-mom would probably have a better idea what he is and what to do, anyway.]

[Before he can stop himself, Katsuki's ears flatten against his skull. His facial muscles don't work the same way, he can't make the same faces he usually does, but something in his stare hardens. He's not sure what this sensation in his chest is. It's reminiscent of their previous fight. Is he hurt?

No. He's not hurt. He doesn't give a shit. If Shouto wants him out, he can kick him out. Why would he want him here, especially like this? Maybe he didn't want him here to begin with. Maybe he had been wrong this whole time-- he didn't know what Shouto was thinking or what motivated him. He wasn't the only hero around. Katsuki could take care of himself.

It isn't anything against Angela. Angela is one of the few people he likes to be around, and he feels safe around her. She's family. It's just...

Just...

He doesn't realize he's started snarling, revealing sharp canines. His whole small body is tense, tightly coiled, and the warmth that was just comforting seconds ago is now too warm. He struggles to get out of Shouto's grip so he can escape to the floor and hopefully out an open window. This place is too open. It's too big. He has to get away from Shouto, get away and take care of himself. He can find Angela on his own.]

Edited 2020-03-21 09:26 (UTC)

[Shouto isn't sure what it is, but almost from the second he starts talking he's sure he's said something wrong. Those giant ears flatten back against Katsuki's skull, and he gives him a look that feels like a knife twisting its way into Shouto's guts.

And then he starts snarling, twisting to try and get away, and Shouto knows for a fact he's messed up. This time, though, he's not going to just let Katsuki go. His arms tighten, not hard enough to hurt the small body in his arms, but tight enough to keep him from breaking free as Shouto rapidly responds, shaking his head.]

Nonono, hey--I'm not trying to get rid of you, I didn't mean I was going to leave you with her, I meant so we could ask what this shape is and if she knows what you're supposed to--eat, or whatever--come on, Katsuki, please--

[There it is again, that name, and a word that almost no one ever gets from Shouto. He just doesn't want Katsuki running off, especially not in this shape. What if he gets hurt? That's definitely not something he wants to risk, especially with the image of a drowning boy still fresh in his mind.]

[Shouto's hold is firm, it's not overwhelming or overly restrictive, but it does keep him in place. He tries wrenching himself out, but when he can't he barks, loudly. Fuck, why is he keeping him here? Why won't he let him go? He doesn't want him here, he didn't want him here before. Katsuki wants to scream, to curse, he's even tempted to bite Shouto- he'd do it as a human if he was desperate enough. But he can't do anything other than listen to Shouto talk, and when he registers what he's saying he stops struggling. Shouto uses his name again but it doesn't sound like an insult this time and he can't help but to stare up at him in silence, somewhere between confusion and awe.

Why would he want him to stay? What the fuck did people even call what they had? He has no fucking clue, but as his ribcage rises and falls rapidly, his breathing starting to settle, relief and something else swells in his body. Whatever this is, he doesn't want to screw it up. He already did that before. He can't talk, but that doesn't stop him from chattering loudly and shoving his face against Shouto's shoulder. He wants to stay here, where he can smell Shouto and feel his heartbeat. He wants to do other stuff too, but he blew that. It's fucking annoying.

Maybe if he just...

Just a little.

Digging those needle-like teeth in Shouto's shirt, Katsuki starts to chew on the fabric. It smells like Shouto, like campfires and rare laughter and warm smiles. He wants to keep that moment, hold onto it and guard it with every fiber of his being. He'll kill anyone who tries to hurt Shouto.]

[Eventually it seems like some part of what he's saying sinks in, and Shouto feels a strange surge of relief. Even if Katsuki hates this--he'd hate it, too, if he were suddenly entirely a cat, probably--he'll be safe with Shouto. And it's weird that he wants to keep Katsuki safe, isn't it? It's not something he'd ever say out loud; Katsuki's got his pride, and they hurt each other as much as anyone else lately, but...still.

Finally risking relaxing his grip a little to look down at Katsuki, Shouto sees him looking right back, an expression that almost looks strangely vulnerable and makes his heart feel a little like it's melting. Good. He understands. That's definitely a relief, and Shouto takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly, his ears sliding into a more relaxed position as Katsuki makes that adorable noise and shoves his face into Shouto's shoulder.

It tickles, just a little, those big ears brushing the underside of his jaw, and he tilts his head just a little as he feels a tugging on his shirt. It takes a moment for him to figure out what's happening, and when he does there's a moment of surprise before warmth and something else, something almost fierce, floods through him, and he tilts his head downward again with a quiet laugh, smiling lips brushing against that furry head.]

Hey, come on, you can't eat me. Are you hungry? We can go get you something and bring it back here.

[We, because obviously Katsuki is coming with him. They go together or not at all, until Katsuki's back in his normal body.]

[As weird as it is, and as much as Katsuki is flying blind in their friendship, he doesn't want Shouto to get hurt. He wants to see him smile again. He doesn't understand how, but something about his happiness feels like the ultimate win. It's different from any battle he's fought, yet he still gets a rush that fills his chest with warmth in the way no fight ever could. So he'll put up with this for now. If their situations were reversed, he'd keep Shouto with him. But would he be as kind? Knowing him, hell no.

He doesn't get him at all...

Still, having his own personal furnace hugging him while Shouto's head comfortably rests on his isn't so bad. He can hear and feel the smile pressed against his fur and it only takes him a second before he stops chewing, his pulse spiking and bushy tail brushing against Shouto's arm. Shouto's lips are on his head. Shit. He probably doesn't even realize it. It probably means nothing. But it still...

It still feels really nice. More than nice. How could he have been such a dumbass to Shouto before? He feels as if he's been hit by a jolt of electricity, his mind and heart going a hundred miles a minute, so he digs his teeth deeper into Shouto's shirt, pressing his paws against his chest and barking both in retort to the eating comment and the question. No, he's not hungry. Is he hungry? He's not sure right now. If it means moving away from Shouto, he could go without eating.]

[Being kind is a choice. Honestly, sometimes he finds that it's the hardest choice you can make, because it leaves you vulnerable to so much. The more he makes the effort, the more respect he has for Midoriya, always putting himself out there. But this? This isn't being kind, or if it is it's a selfish sort of kindness. Katsuki is his friend, and he cares about his well-being, and he wants him around, and if Katsuki wants to let his own uncertainty and confusion get in the way, well, he's just not gonna let it.

The chewing stops for all of a second before Katsuki starts up again, and Shouto huffs another one of those quiet, amused sounds in response to that bark as he shifts his arms, holding Katsuki close but comfortably.]

Fine. If that's what you want to do, you can. Better than the floor, anyway.

[He doesn't sound mad, or resigned. He sounds affectionate. Weird, maybe, but Katsuki can't complain right now, especially since Shouto is 100% gonna sneak a kiss to the top of his furry lil head.]

[Maybe it's selfish, maybe it's not. But Katsuki knows Shouto has something he's missing. Midoriya had it, but in a different way. Shouto's different, and in a way braver than Katsuki is with all of his shouting and charging into battle head-on. It terrifies him. He doesn't fully understand it. But he doesn't want to let go of whatever this is.

Fuck, Shouto's voice is soothing. He can feel it surround him, soft but strong, and he chatters happily in response.

And then Shouto kisses him. That was a kiss. There's no possible way he could have mistaken it for anything else. Something equally yearning and painful twists inside him and he freezes, his paws still gripping the fabric, and pulls away enough to gaze up at Shouto, red eyes huge. The warmth that surges through him isn't just from the body heat. He wishes he could ask, or more like demand, what Shouto was thinking. He wishes he could just kiss him back. But he can't. Not the same way. Frustration bubbles up, but so does something else- affection? And before Katsuki can stop himself he whimpers, arcing his body up closer to Shouto's face until he's nuzzling the side of his jaw.]

Edited 2020-03-21 20:22 (UTC)

[It was a kiss. And he hadn't even thought before he'd done it. Maybe he should have, especially given the way Katsuki freezes and then looks up at him; maybe he's going to snarl again, and try to escape, and he feels something drop out of his stomach, like he's missed a step unexpectedly on a staircase. What had he been thinking? He hadn't. He'd just felt so warm, and pleased that Katsuki wanted to stay, and...and he'd just done it.

Katsuki stares at Shouto, and Shouto stares back, eyes wide and half afraid to breathe, not wanting to disturb their temporary peace--

And then Katsuki whimpers, and shifts to rub his face along the side of Shouto's jaw, and the sheer warmth of that touch makes Shouto feel like he's about to burst. Burying his fingers in that short fur, Shouto holds him close, breath a heavy, warm sigh.]

Yeah. Me, too.

[He's not sure what exactly he's agreeing with. Maybe that terrible, confusing, wonderful feeling he can feel buzzing in his chest. The warmth, and the desire to keep the other close. Just...this. all of this. It's perhaps a little disappointing that it's all coming up as Katsuki's stuck in this body, but...maybe that's for the best, too. Just look what happened last time.]

[As much as Katsuki knows what that was, there's still that gnawing uncertainty in the back of his mind. Maybe Shouto had just forgotten who he was. Maybe it was some triple moon bullshit thing. He didn't fucking know. So when Shouto holds him, strong hands somehow stronger and his voice a soft rumble in is ears that resonates through his whole body, Katsuki relaxes. He smiles against Shouto's jaw, rubbing against his face again, enjoying that amazing smell and the warmth of his skin. He sniffs Shouto's neck, licking his skin with his small tongue, and then gives him a few playful nips against his neck and jaw. He's not thinking, he's just acting on the strange feelings that flood through his entire body. If he doesn't do something, he thinks he might explode.

Fuck, there's so much more he wants to do and say. He wants to yell at Shouto's face and tell him how stupidly beautiful he is. He wants to use his own hands to cup his classmate's face and lean in and capture his lips with his own. He wants to take off his shirt this time, because he fucked up, and let Shouto be stunned because it's only fair that he get to forget how to talk after that whole mermaid disaster. He wants to feel Shouto, see him, taste him- he wants everything. He has to. The timing sucks, but once this is over... Shouto won't know what hit him.]

[The moons help, but they aren't the reason for any of this. And how could he possibly forget who Katsuki was? Sure, it was easier to be cuddly and affectionate with a small fluffball of a fox that was currently chewing a hole into your shirt collar, but that didn't mean he'd forgotten who it was who was very enthusiastically claiming him for his own. Obviously he's not into this form in that way, but...this is still Katsuki, and even if he can't say the words, he's still telling Shouto that he wants to stay with him. It means a lot.

Katsuki relaxing in his arms means a lot, too, and so does the way he rubs his face against Shouto's cheek. It's cute, and it's sweet, and it's so much softer and more affectionate than he'd ever expected. Maybe he should be worried that Katsuki's the one who's forgotten who he is in the midst of all this triple moon stuff.

He's about to worry when he feels something warm and strange against his neck, and then a sudden sharp prick of teeth. Shouto yelps in surprise--not too loud, he's aware of the ears pressed against his cheek--and then jumps a little, laughing again. Twice in one day, must be some sort of record!]

Hey--that tickles, come on--

[He hadn't forgotten. Shouto had been right- Katsuki always did what he wanted, even when he was lying to himself, and what he wanted was to be a jerk and run. What he really wanted was to kiss Shouto, but he couldn't. This was the next best thing.

He was right. Shouto tastes amazing. He's so caught up in it that the yelp doesn't startle him, but it does get him to pause. What the hell had he been thinking? His face feels hot in embarrassment and he freezes, ready to escape... Until that laughter stirs something inside him and he barks in response. It's not his fault Shouto tastes good!

Feeling a lot more smug with himself, he bunts his head at Shouto's face and bites at his skin again. He's careful, he knows how to do it without drawing blood. He wouldn't be as careful if they were sparring, but he doesn't think he could live it down if Shouto had to get tested for rabies because of him.]

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