[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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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...
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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.]