Like hell they are. They both tighten around your neck and dangle.
[Maybe he's just being petulant, not wanting to admit Yuji might be more right in this.
There are many people Katsuki has similar feelings towards. Not the close embrace type that Yuji's quietly grown for himself in the blonde's bristly exterior, bu the same desire to keep close and protect, not knowing if there'd be tomorrow. But he didn't have that luxury back home, only barely glimpsing a few of his classmates and teachers before everyone was shunted off into the portals to face their respective challenges. Are they alive? Are they dead? Will they be there at the end of the war? ... He doesn't know. But the idea he might not get to spend more time with them is a strong motivator to stay alive.
It's why he's determined to live here. Not just for his world back home, but for the friends he's made here, for this boy he's holding in his arms right now. Quiet moments alone like these that remind him what he's living for.
He drums his fingers lightly on Yuji's arm, flexing the tendons in the back of his forearm under the blonde's pats.]
Che. You're such a little kid sometimes.
[But there's undeniable fondness in his voice when he says it, completely counter to the small scowl he usually wears.]
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[Maybe he's just being petulant, not wanting to admit Yuji might be more right in this.
There are many people Katsuki has similar feelings towards. Not the close embrace type that Yuji's quietly grown for himself in the blonde's bristly exterior, bu the same desire to keep close and protect, not knowing if there'd be tomorrow. But he didn't have that luxury back home, only barely glimpsing a few of his classmates and teachers before everyone was shunted off into the portals to face their respective challenges. Are they alive? Are they dead? Will they be there at the end of the war? ... He doesn't know. But the idea he might not get to spend more time with them is a strong motivator to stay alive.
It's why he's determined to live here. Not just for his world back home, but for the friends he's made here, for this boy he's holding in his arms right now. Quiet moments alone like these that remind him what he's living for.
He drums his fingers lightly on Yuji's arm, flexing the tendons in the back of his forearm under the blonde's pats.]
Che. You're such a little kid sometimes.
[But there's undeniable fondness in his voice when he says it, completely counter to the small scowl he usually wears.]