Urusei. [damn that smirk for being attractive. more and more he finds about denji to be just that. returning to the room and finding the other boy waiting for him with that small smile. catching his hand after putting down some stupid criminal. sleeping beside him with an arm draped over his steadily-rising-and-falling chest. little moments in their lives that give him sights he's growing to love seeing in his boyfriend. it's impossible not to know denji adores him. between his eagerness for tactile acceptance and his need for safe comforts, there's such a draw towards him. some injured, some damaged, and yet more healing and growing. at times it taxes his patience and tolerance, snapping at denji for getting too frisky in a place or moment katsuki doesn't think is appropriate. exasperating him when their morals don't match up. but impossible to think he's not precious to the other boy. even if denji's eyeing the back of his neck during missions or casually touching him while they're working out. slowly but surely, katsuki's tolerance for denji's antics grows as the half-devil learns to curb his feelings into manageable levels. give and take.
there's a difference between snarfing down tacos while dropping their fillings into the tub, and using a pair of chopsticks to grip kimchi and sushi off plates and bowls like normal people. asking for pizza in the bath would get a glare. who the fuck wants to risk a box of pizza falling into the water?! he catches denji's clothes when the boy tosses them over his shoulder, then shuts the bathroom door with a blind push of his foot, free hand swinging back to lock it. no one else is invited. there are other bathrooms if someone needs to piss. letting denji take a moment to survey the setup, katsuki shoves the clothes into a hamper; he'll take them down to the laundry area afterwards. this guy thinks it's all attention to detail while the explosive blonde operates on this level of detail being "normal" levels. if he's gonna do something, he's gonna to it 100%. making denji happy is worth all the effort.]
I know. Get in before it warms up.
[katsuki shoves a foot between denji's ankles and stomps on his pants once they hit the floor, keeping them pinned so the other boy can step out of them without messing with stripping off. then drags said leg back, raking the clothes towards himself and kicking them up in the air with a swing of his foot to catch mid-air. into the hamper they go. minus the belt and shoes. they're going by the door. half because katsuki's detailed. half because he's got to have something to do while gazing at his boyfriend's bare backside. broad shoulders, toned lines on his back, round cheeks, good legs... attractive through and through.
good thing the water's as cold as possible without dumping a shit load of ice in it. how denji got in without going into thermal shock is a question in mind. damn. katsuki takes a seat on the toilet near the tub, leaning back against the tank to watch his boyfriend enjoy the coolness. he looks nice like that. as he should be.]
Hn, bullshit. I've made you feel better than that.
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there's a difference between snarfing down tacos while dropping their fillings into the tub, and using a pair of chopsticks to grip kimchi and sushi off plates and bowls like normal people. asking for pizza in the bath would get a glare. who the fuck wants to risk a box of pizza falling into the water?! he catches denji's clothes when the boy tosses them over his shoulder, then shuts the bathroom door with a blind push of his foot, free hand swinging back to lock it. no one else is invited. there are other bathrooms if someone needs to piss. letting denji take a moment to survey the setup, katsuki shoves the clothes into a hamper; he'll take them down to the laundry area afterwards. this guy thinks it's all attention to detail while the explosive blonde operates on this level of detail being "normal" levels. if he's gonna do something, he's gonna to it 100%. making denji happy is worth all the effort.]
I know. Get in before it warms up.
[katsuki shoves a foot between denji's ankles and stomps on his pants once they hit the floor, keeping them pinned so the other boy can step out of them without messing with stripping off. then drags said leg back, raking the clothes towards himself and kicking them up in the air with a swing of his foot to catch mid-air. into the hamper they go. minus the belt and shoes. they're going by the door. half because katsuki's detailed. half because he's got to have something to do while gazing at his boyfriend's bare backside. broad shoulders, toned lines on his back, round cheeks, good legs... attractive through and through.
good thing the water's as cold as possible without dumping a shit load of ice in it. how denji got in without going into thermal shock is a question in mind. damn. katsuki takes a seat on the toilet near the tub, leaning back against the tank to watch his boyfriend enjoy the coolness. he looks nice like that. as he should be.]
Hn, bullshit. I've made you feel better than that.