[And after that shitshow of people being stuck in maid outfits, he's never going to get the shitty upgrade. Leaving his clothes in the ultimate hands of that emotional dumbass is not happening. He'll stick to dressing himself, thanks. Yuji's preference for sweats works in tandem with Katsuki's own liking. Honestly, crashing in what he's wearing right now is fine. Lightweight lounge pants and tank top. Yuji's already done so much to make things better.
Though really, Katsuki should invest in a personal burner and mini fridge for his best friend. It's nice to be able to cook in your own room without having to mess with other people bumbling around or going out to eat. Or in this case, living off snacks... They have lives to continue to live, people who still need help regardless of how many times they trip and stumble. Wasting away and dying to repay those people isn't the answer. That's the easy way out. It's much harder, yet stronger to live for them instead.
Sadness rests over them now, but both Yuji and Katsuki know full well how tragedy eventually gives way to life again. They'll bear the scars and weight of this forever, but can't let it choke their future with regret.
He leans fully against Yuji's body, head resting on his shoulder and arms settled around his lower back. Fingers comb through his hair, drawing a slow exhale against the sorcerer's neck. Comforting. Katsuki settles, sorrow and frustration and rage calming to a gentle somber they can combat by being together. No promises he'll even be awake when Choso returns. Probably sleeping on Yuji's bed, one arm thrown protectively over his best friend if he's able.]
Thanks, Yuji. [Quiet, but sincere.] For helping me.
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[And after that shitshow of people being stuck in maid outfits, he's never going to get the shitty upgrade. Leaving his clothes in the ultimate hands of that emotional dumbass is not happening. He'll stick to dressing himself, thanks. Yuji's preference for sweats works in tandem with Katsuki's own liking. Honestly, crashing in what he's wearing right now is fine. Lightweight lounge pants and tank top. Yuji's already done so much to make things better.
Though really, Katsuki should invest in a personal burner and mini fridge for his best friend. It's nice to be able to cook in your own room without having to mess with other people bumbling around or going out to eat. Or in this case, living off snacks... They have lives to continue to live, people who still need help regardless of how many times they trip and stumble. Wasting away and dying to repay those people isn't the answer. That's the easy way out. It's much harder, yet stronger to live for them instead.
Sadness rests over them now, but both Yuji and Katsuki know full well how tragedy eventually gives way to life again. They'll bear the scars and weight of this forever, but can't let it choke their future with regret.
He leans fully against Yuji's body, head resting on his shoulder and arms settled around his lower back. Fingers comb through his hair, drawing a slow exhale against the sorcerer's neck. Comforting. Katsuki settles, sorrow and frustration and rage calming to a gentle somber they can combat by being together. No promises he'll even be awake when Choso returns. Probably sleeping on Yuji's bed, one arm thrown protectively over his best friend if he's able.]
Thanks, Yuji. [Quiet, but sincere.] For helping me.