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[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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