[No one had. He had friends who knew what he was like, or what he could be like, but Bakugo always drew out something from him that even Midoriya never had. True in the fact that if someone gave even an inch, Shoto would take that mile. Therein maybe some of the things that had happened between them, had Shoto not sensed there was some give in Bakugo's resolve, maybe they wouldn't be there, right then.
Whatever it was for either of them, they sure had and the glowing feeling along his muscles felt good. What he wanted was a hot bath and some tea if he couldn't have the other man's company right away. Sighing softly, relaxed and sated at the moment, Shoto lets out the rest of that air in a huff of amusement, something that melts off of his features soon after.]
I'll keep in mind to wear challenging clothing.
[Rip it off? He's intrigued. Excuse him while he rummages around he's got to clean up just a little bit so he can tuck away and actually start driving... And de-ice the windows.]
[He might be more smugly amused that he could draw from Shoto something that damn Deku couldn't, but wouldn't really treat the other boy like some pissing contest between him and his childhood friend rival. He's more mature than that now. Still likes to see what he can bring out of the half-cold-half-hot hero. Knowing he could never get lax around him was a positive in their relationship, because it spurred him to continue forward ever harder.
Hot bath would feel good right now. Katuski's been cooped up in this damn trailer for most of the day, only getting out to watch over the delivery of each piece of equipment collection before the escort signs off and the truck gets back on the road. He wants Shoto's company... but settles for doing a bit of needed clean up and then tucking himself away.
Katsuki scoffs into the phone.] Don't say I didn't fucking warn you.
[He's not lying. He's fully intending to tackle his boyfriend right when he gets through the door. Might fuck right there on the floor, no shits given. But now he's back to "normal" and nods at the voice on the phone.]
Text me when you get home. [The truck slows and Katsuki glances up.] See you.
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LMAO "Didn't you have seven of tho--" "SHUT UP."
Date: 5/28/22 17:13 (UTC)Whatever it was for either of them, they sure had and the glowing feeling along his muscles felt good. What he wanted was a hot bath and some tea if he couldn't have the other man's company right away. Sighing softly, relaxed and sated at the moment, Shoto lets out the rest of that air in a huff of amusement, something that melts off of his features soon after.]
I'll keep in mind to wear challenging clothing.
[Rip it off? He's intrigued. Excuse him while he rummages around he's got to clean up just a little bit so he can tuck away and actually start driving... And de-ice the windows.]
See you in a couple hours.
"Go count your fucking peepees!"
Date: 5/28/22 18:35 (UTC)Hot bath would feel good right now. Katuski's been cooped up in this damn trailer for most of the day, only getting out to watch over the delivery of each piece of equipment collection before the escort signs off and the truck gets back on the road. He wants Shoto's company... but settles for doing a bit of needed clean up and then tucking himself away.
Katsuki scoffs into the phone.] Don't say I didn't fucking warn you.
[He's not lying. He's fully intending to tackle his boyfriend right when he gets through the door. Might fuck right there on the floor, no shits given. But now he's back to "normal" and nods at the voice on the phone.]
Text me when you get home. [The truck slows and Katsuki glances up.] See you.
[And cuts the call.]