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[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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