[It's the middle of the night on Christmas Eve, and the two night-owls were taking a long nap together so they'd be awake and energized in the morning. Izuku was on normal hours, still, and they'd wanted to exchange gifts early and not make him wake up during sleeping-hours. Katsuki knows he'd be more than happy to do that for the other three who were all on a nocturnal schedule, but he didn't want the younger boy sacrificing any sleep just for them. Plus, he wanted to surprise Shoto with a trip to Frostreign today to visit the castle, and their usual schedule would waste a lot of day-time and they may end up traveling too late. (And Shoto usually gets sleepy enough for a nap, anyway.)
So, rather than being wide awake at 2 am, the two are snoozing away in Shoto's futon. Well... they both were snoozing, until Katsuki finds himself waking up because an animal outside rustling around and knocking over a trash can. He blinks blearily, haven had been awoken in the middle of a sleep cycle and barely able to tell that he was even awake at first.
Though it settles in pretty quick, as his eyes adjust to the darkness around the two of them and the heartbeat next to him registers in his ears. Katsuki sits up slowly and turns his head to look over at the sleeping figure in the futon, and as he stares at Shoto's closed eyes he feels this little bubble in his chest swell up. This sudden rush of affection for his partner making him almost dizzy.
His hand moves before he can really think, fingers gently wiping some locks of white from the other boy's face. Tucking them behind his ear as a small smile spreads on his own. He was just so... cute. Cute, and pretty, and all Katsuki's.]
...ne, Todoroki..
[He calls out to Shoto softly, and leans in to press a kiss gently against his cheek. Trying to wake him up, because he can't handle how much he loved the other boy right now. He needed to hear his voice and see him smile-- and so he speaks out again. His voice a little louder, but still a whisper, as his face hovers just barely above.]
[When did Katsuki become so soft? Shoto smiles, though it takes a moment for his voice to brush the sleep back, the kiss what wakes him as his soft, scrunched nose burrows deeper into the quilt. A muffled sound escapes as he squints lightly at the spiked, blond fuzz haloed by the gold-paper lantern he keeps at his bedside. A mess of fringe tumbles into the face he hides, and he shifts eyes drowsily towards the boy framed in the lamp-light. That he's met with affection triggers something he can't describe. As if he's worth the look that keeps him pinned to the futon—another, a second. Looking back though his own expression keeps unreadably subtle, then feels his face heat under his nickname in pink. A "pretty boy", the other says. It isn't missed, even if Shoto struggles to name the feelings behind it, what makes his heart skip.
Every part of their home feels touched by Katsuki by now. He half turns to face the thin, wood lattice of the paper door slid shut, watch rows of string-lights blink lazily around the shape of the doorframe. A real pine sits in the middle of a quiet living-room set on tatami mats, and the soft spice of ginger from one the many lit candles drifts lazily through the halls. It feels like magic, the gold-washed darkness around the flowers he's bought, lends a dream-like haziness to an already slow-crawl awakening.
He's barely moved, but the knight inhales gently, little engine, only to exhale smoke again when he breathes and his lips part. Warming himself to warm the blond—his personal furnace, now—and he holds his look before he pushes himself to a half-lift, folding on knees instead.]
Did we miss dinner...?
[Despair... He brings his hands up to press sides of palms into his eyes, to scrub sleep-stuck lashes free.]
[Katsuki wonders this every day... he used to be known for hating everything and everyone around him. But now he's so in love that it hurts, sometimes. So soft around the edges that his smile is no longer a rare sight. His heart was once encased in thick ice, but ever since entering U.A, it's been slowly chipped away...
Shoto was all he needed for the rest to melt off. His little furnace warming him both on the outside and in. Katsuki tilts his head as Shoto puffs out a little smoke, before understanding that it's meant for him. Waiting patiently for the taller boy to sit up, before snuggling up to him. Wrapping arms around him to hold his warmth close, and nuzzling into his neck in case Katsuki might want a little snack...]
Nah, don't worry. No one's even up yet.
[Sleepy, silly, Shoto. Katsuki chuckles quietly at his boyfriend's immediate assumption, so endeared to how tired and thus cute the other boy could be. He's still getting used to letting himself think things are cute in the first place, but when Shoto was involved? The word just comes naturally to mind.]
I woke you up 'cuz I woke up.
[Simple as that, really. Though of course there's the underlying "I don't want to be awake alone" that's unsaid, here.]
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on christmas eve night 🎄🧡💙
So, rather than being wide awake at 2 am, the two are snoozing away in Shoto's futon. Well... they both were snoozing, until Katsuki finds himself waking up because an animal outside rustling around and knocking over a trash can. He blinks blearily, haven had been awoken in the middle of a sleep cycle and barely able to tell that he was even awake at first.
Though it settles in pretty quick, as his eyes adjust to the darkness around the two of them and the heartbeat next to him registers in his ears. Katsuki sits up slowly and turns his head to look over at the sleeping figure in the futon, and as he stares at Shoto's closed eyes he feels this little bubble in his chest swell up. This sudden rush of affection for his partner making him almost dizzy.
His hand moves before he can really think, fingers gently wiping some locks of white from the other boy's face. Tucking them behind his ear as a small smile spreads on his own. He was just so... cute. Cute, and pretty, and all Katsuki's.]
...ne, Todoroki..
[He calls out to Shoto softly, and leans in to press a kiss gently against his cheek. Trying to wake him up, because he can't handle how much he loved the other boy right now. He needed to hear his voice and see him smile-- and so he speaks out again. His voice a little louder, but still a whisper, as his face hovers just barely above.]
Wake up, Pretty-Boy.
🧡💙
Every part of their home feels touched by Katsuki by now. He half turns to face the thin, wood lattice of the paper door slid shut, watch rows of string-lights blink lazily around the shape of the doorframe. A real pine sits in the middle of a quiet living-room set on tatami mats, and the soft spice of ginger from one the many lit candles drifts lazily through the halls. It feels like magic, the gold-washed darkness around the flowers he's bought, lends a dream-like haziness to an already slow-crawl awakening.
He's barely moved, but the knight inhales gently, little engine, only to exhale smoke again when he breathes and his lips part. Warming himself to warm the blond—his personal furnace, now—and he holds his look before he pushes himself to a half-lift, folding on knees instead.]
Did we miss dinner...?
[Despair... He brings his hands up to press sides of palms into his eyes, to scrub sleep-stuck lashes free.]
This always happens...
💖
Shoto was all he needed for the rest to melt off. His little furnace warming him both on the outside and in. Katsuki tilts his head as Shoto puffs out a little smoke, before understanding that it's meant for him. Waiting patiently for the taller boy to sit up, before snuggling up to him. Wrapping arms around him to hold his warmth close, and nuzzling into his neck in case Katsuki might want a little snack...]
Nah, don't worry. No one's even up yet.
[Sleepy, silly, Shoto. Katsuki chuckles quietly at his boyfriend's immediate assumption, so endeared to how tired and thus cute the other boy could be. He's still getting used to letting himself think things are cute in the first place, but when Shoto was involved? The word just comes naturally to mind.]
I woke you up 'cuz I woke up.
[Simple as that, really. Though of course there's the underlying "I don't want to be awake alone" that's unsaid, here.]