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What face? It's the one I was born with, mostly. There a problem with it?

[You know, mostly, aside from that scar, it's fine! It's fine. Anyway, he's just gonna look back at Katsuki for a second, the way he's staring at Shouto intensely instead of eating himself. Is he--huh. Well, okay. If that's the way it is--]

...Thanks for the food.

[He's just gonna go ahead and dive right on in there, then. It feels a little weird with Katsuki just sitting there watching him with that intense look on his face, but, well. Sure. Why not.

And man he wasn't kidding about it being spicy. How did he manage that? He didn't even have that much in the house...but it's good, though, and it's pretty well balanced with the rice, and maybe Katsuki wasn't just bragging to brag.

(He might have to use his quirk just a little to cheat after the first three bites or so, but Katsuki never has to know that.)]

It's pretty good. What did you put in the rice? I didn't think I had anything good to use.

[He's definitely still scarfing it down, it's better than just pretty good even if it's just omurice. It's good, and maybe it also means something to him that Katsuki's cooking for him, too.]

Yeah, it's-- [Beautiful, radiant, addicting to look at.] ...Shut up!

[He swears when Shouto finally gives his approval in what feels like hours, some of the tension leaves his body. Until he realizes what he said.]

Pretty good? Are you fucking kidding me? I put in salt and a dash of onion powder since I didn't see any onions. They would have been better for texture and flavor. And I used butter instead of oil.

[Well, Shouto approves so he can eat his now.]

Yeah, pretty good. Guess you'll have to do it again when I get some better ingredients so I can see what amazing tastes like.

[He might be teasing, but it's really good considering what Katsuki had to work with. Like everything else, it wasn't just empty bragging. He works hard at everything he does. Shouto's respected that for a long time, even if he didn't always respect how cocky Katsuki was.

Just now, he also thinks it's really, really cute the way he gets flustered when he actually cares what someone thinks of his skills.]

So, you cook a lot?

[It's actually something he never really knew about the other boy, and it's something unexpected. A good unexpected.]

Only a novice would think that it's just about the ingredients.

[He scoffs. He knows that Shouto is probably teasing him, so he counters it with an insult.

Bastard. Next time he's making him toast.]

[Katsuki sips his tea, setting it down.] My parents work late nights a lot. They're both designers, it comes with the territory. They're successful enough to where they can work at home now, but it was a choice between learning to cook or eating crappy take-out, and I wasn't going to settle for that.

[He's 100% teasing, but he's also really enjoying the food. Please don't relegate him to just toast, Katsuki.

What he says makes...well, it just makes sense for Katsuki. Shouto looks at him thoughtfully for a moment, swallowing and taking a drink of his tea.]

You never settle for anything, do you?

[The words aren't chiding or dismissive or anything. They aren't really even much of a question, Shouto just kind of thinking a thing to himself.]

I like that about you.

[He's just being honest.]

Took you long enough to notice.

[He could say something clever, like 'Why do you think I chose you?" But then Shouto says that and all thoughts go reeling from his head. His face feels hot and he aggressively starts shoving food into his mouth, hoping the spices will somehow negate it. They don't. Fuck. What the hell is going on with him?]

Yeah. That's... Shut up or I'll kick your ass.

[Honestly if he'd said that, then it'd be Shouto combusting. Katsuki choosing him--maybe he's already realized a little, after all he'd trusted Shouto enough to come to him to moonlace, and to stay with him during the last three days in that vulnerable shape, but it's different, feeling something like that and actually hearing it.

Then again, the way Katsuki turns red and gets techy about it is pretty nice, too. Shouto at least feels confident enough to keep going as he shovels the last of his rice into his mouth, swallows, and tilts his head questioningly at Katsuki.]

Was that 'I'll kick your ass' supposed to be 'thanks,' or 'I'm glad'? Sometimes I have trouble figuring out which one is which.

[If Katsuki wasn't as careful, he might blow up Shouto's table at that comment. Instead he just growls and shoves more rice in his mouth, glaring at the ceiling.]]

It means I'll kick your stupid perfect ass you stupid perfect bastard!!!

[Shit, did he say that out loud? He hides his face in his hands. Just let him die here.]

[Maybe Katsuki can be relieved a little, since Shouto definitely doesn't seem to take the words as a compliment. After all, hasn't Katsuki called him perfect as an insult before? He doesn't seem to think of it as an insult, either, though. He just looks...a little sad, maybe, or lost in thought, his voice quieter as he looks at his tea.]

I'm not perfect, though. I've got plenty of faults. You call me out on some of them, and I like that, too. I need that, I think. So I guess, thanks. For reminding me that I'm not, and I don't have to pretend to be. You're a good friend.

[He doesn't miss that expression. Once he gets over his rage, and once he's looking down again, he goes silent. What did he say? Was it really because he called him perfect? He was just implying he was hot. Clearly he doesn't know the right thing to say. So he just says what comes to mind.]

Yeah. You kinda suck. But in some ways, you-- I... [He grunts, raking his fingers through his hair, looking away now.] Neverfuckingmind. You're a shitty actor anyway. And I better be after all the shit we've done.

[Katsuki's quiet for a moment, longer than Shouto expects. Looking up as the other boy pauses, Shouto sees him running fingers through hair he knows from experience is actually surprisingly soft. All the shit they've done. Well, that's not wrong.]

I like all the shit we've done. Most of it, anyway.

[Quite a bit of it, actually. He's not sure what exactly Katsuki was about to say, but he's...got an idea, maybe.]

So--you cooked, so I'll take care of the dishes. You have anywhere else you're supposed to be today, or do you want to hang out?

Mn. Didn't think you were a masochist.

["Me too" is what he means to say, but he can't. He'd rather show it in actions. Still, it doesn't stop his head from snapping up in shock, his mouth forming a wordless "Why?" Why wasn't he sick of him yet? Isn't he tired of him being around?

He just shrugs, biting back what he wants to ask Shouto.]

Whatever. I'll stay.

[He could say I'm friends with you, aren't I, get Katsuki heated again, but he also does genuinely like spending time with Katsuki, so that's not quite right, either. And if he's honest, he actually likes that look of surprise on Katsuki's face. He likes knowing he can surprise the other boy, even if he should maybe have realized this part by now. So instead he gathers the dishes and stands, offering Katsuki a very brief look that might in fact be a quickly hidden grin.]

You learn something new about me every day, I guess.

[He doesn't mean for that to sound as flirty as it does, honestly. But hey, at least he's heading for the sink and leaving Katsuki to steam if he'd like. And speaking of--]

If you want to use the shower, you can. And I don't mind loaning you clothes if you want some.

Fucking- Holy fucking shit.

[Katsuki whispers into his palms as if praying. If he doesn't die from doing something stupid right now, he'll probably die of heat stroke from blushing alone. Thanks Shouto. Now he can't get the mental image of all the other things he could learn about him later out of his head.

He could get revenge. But he doubts he'd even get the words out.]

Yeah. I don't mind smelling like you.

[And with that, head steaming, he heads off to Shouto's bathroom to go shower.]

[Shouto doesn't notice Katsuki's little meltdown, and he doesn't hear those first words over the sound of running water, but he definitely hears the rest. Katsuki doesn't mind smelling like him? His eyes dart towards the other boy, wide and surprised, but Katsuki's already walking down the hallway, and maybe it's just the light but it looks like his neck is kinda pink.

He shouldn't be thinking about the way they started that morning, and how there's other ways Katsuki could smell like him, starting with the way he scent marks like a cat during Cordis, and ending someplace very different. He doesn't know what he's thinking. Just that he's still trying not to think it and failing after finishing the dishes, and while he's folding his blanket and putting away his futon, and for however long it takes Katsuki to finish.]

[Katsuki starts the water, letting the steam roll over him and hopefully clear his thoughts. What the hell were they doing, and why did Shouto want to do it with him? Whatever they were, they weren't just friends. He scrubs his hair with Shouto's shampoo, recognizing the scent from when he was lying on his futon with him, and all those times he had cuddled up to him for the past three days. Maybe if he scrubs hard enough, he'll finally start thinking clearly.

Nope.

Scoffing to himself, Katsuki conditions his hair, washing the rest of his body while he does, and rinses it out, leaving just a little in. He grabs a towel and runs it over his hair before wrapping it around his waist, stepping out of the bathroom and back into the living area.]

Where's the clothes?

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They're--

[If pressed, he'd probably say he expected Katsuki to put his other clothes back on, grab the new and then change. But the truth was, he hadn't particularly thought about it, and apparently he's not thinking at all now as he looks up and sees Katsuki standing there in just a towel, water droplets on his shoulders, looking...

Oh no, he's hot.

Shouto knows he needs to finish his sentence instead of just standing there looking like a truck just ran him over, and he definitely knows he shouldn't still be looking at Katsuki like that, even if he's very easy to look at, and he definitely definitely shouldn't be thinking about how he knows what that body feels like to the touch now.

Stop staring, dumbass, answer the question.

Clearing his throat and swallowing hard, Shouto drags his eyes up and away, lifting a hand to rub at the back of his neck as he gestures with his chin towards the bedroom.]

Uh, dresser's in there. You can borrow whatever you want. Underwear and socks in the top drawer--[Oh God he hadn't thought about that had he]--shirts and pants in the others.

[That all mostly sounds like words, right? And his voice is just a little strained. Right. Okay. Time to stop acting like an idiot.

Except god he's just. Looking again, isn't he.]

[Katsuki had only walked out like that out of spite toward himself and his own weakness. With Shouto now staring at him the heat radiates from his face to his shoulders as if he never took a shower to calm down in the first place.

Still, it's a little bit easier when it's Shouto staring and not the other way around. He can't help but feel some satisfaction that he's not the only one suffering.]

I won't wear your underwear. That's fucking weird.

[And now he's thinking about it, and Shouto's body in his underwear, and-]

...Thanks.

[He escapes to Shouto's room all too quickly, opening the drawers and putting on the first outfit he finds. Shit, it really does smell like Shouto. His clothes are soft and for a moment he just imagines it's Shouto instead that's around him.

And then he steps back outside to find him.]

Now what?

[He's about to say something along the lines of 'it's not that weird, it's clean' but uh. That sure is a sudden mental image he's getting there.]

Yeah.

[God. He really needs to stop. This is stupid now.

Fortunately, by the time Katsuki comes back out, Shouto's more or less gotten his shit together, and he's curled up at one end of the couch. He doesn't really seem to have figured out a plan or anything, though.]

We could...I don't know, watch something? Together?

[Never mind the fact that he's turned that TV on like twice ever here, it's fine.]

Unless you want to go for a run or something.

[The image of Shouto curled up on the couch is too fucking cute. Katsuki wants curl up next to him, but instead he sits a couple of inches away. Not right next to him, but close enough to move closer should they want to.

He already wants to. But he's not going to say that.]

I already showered. We can run later. Let's watch something.

Okay. There's a cooking show I've been watching that's about traditional Lunatian foods, and a series that's kind of like Ancient Aliens, Alien Version, but if you wanna watch something else, we can.

[And he's just. Gonna shift his legs slightly so his foot's touching Katsuki's leg. Stop being so far away, god. You're gonna make it weird, Katsuki.]

You? Watch cooking shows? It sure as hell doesn't show. And you know that shit is fake.

[Not as fake as he thought before, but he highly doubts aliens would have visited their shitty rock, taught them technology, and then left. He glances down at the leg touching his and nudges it.]

You're such a fucking cryptid...

I like learning about food here. And it's not all fake. The universe is a big place.

[Some of it could have happened! Not that aliens built the pyramids, but some of it could be legit. Humanity is pretty backwards still, he wouldn't blame any of them for not wanting to stick around.

As Katsuki nudges his foot, he refuses to pull it back, instead wedging his sock-clad toes under Katsuki's thigh. Take that.]

What's that supposed to mean??

[How is he a cryptid!!]

Did you learn that on the show?

[Katsuki makes a face, looking pleased with his comeback- and then Shouto does that and he jumps at the sensation, glares and stubbornly moves to sit on top of his leg.]

It means you like shit like this. Fucking cryptid.

[What's that? Is that Shouto hiding a smile? It might be. Hard to tell, though.]

There's nothing wrong with keeping an open mind, you know. Scientists are discovering new things all the time. You know not that long ago, our quirks would have just been something out of comic books. Why can't aliens be real, or Bigfoot, or, I don't know, the Illuminati?

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