[sugar rush. leaving denji to munch on his sweet, katsuki hooks a finger under the plant buds and lifts them, gauging whether he needed to prop them. weakened from the cold, but not out, belies a stubbornness he respects. reaching for a small collection of wooden splints, he fashions one on either side of the plant's stem, crooked at the tips to support the bud-laded top until the plant adjusted to its new surroundings and perked up again. might take a few days with the cold weather outside. some warmth indoors and watering brings new life back to many things. part of him wonders why the hell he's bothering with something as "gentle" and benign as gardening; it never caught much interest as a kid. but if the outsiders are going to keep going forward next year... aa, this is for them. present and future alike.]
Hn? [warmth slithers about his waist, breaking concentration. red eyes flutter for a second as he turns his head over his shoulder, catching denji's cheek and profile resting over his shoulder. draped like a protective needy thing, garnet eyes sparkling beneath a sandy veil of scruffy bangs. tired yet interested. he's lasted all day despite the early morning, and katsuki's chest warms with a quiet pride and gratitude. even with everyone else gone, denji stays with him, knowing full well he could go back to his room and rest. he's cold, but with a warm body pressing to his back, it's hard to feel the chill anymore. he scuffs his hand (it's clean) through denji's hair in a lazy ruffle over his shoulder.] That's you, dumbass.
[tch, fine. he leans in and nips a square off the bar. mleh, too sweet. but it gives a surge of energy soon enough. chewing away, he returns to the plant, shifting his body so denji can keep holding onto him without interrupting his work. compromise. he wants to finish up so they can retire for the night.] Yeah. Wanna go to the neon place or the burger van?
[it's not like he doesn't like hamburgers and the occasional junk food. he's a teenager.]
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Hn? [warmth slithers about his waist, breaking concentration. red eyes flutter for a second as he turns his head over his shoulder, catching denji's cheek and profile resting over his shoulder. draped like a protective needy thing, garnet eyes sparkling beneath a sandy veil of scruffy bangs. tired yet interested. he's lasted all day despite the early morning, and katsuki's chest warms with a quiet pride and gratitude. even with everyone else gone, denji stays with him, knowing full well he could go back to his room and rest. he's cold, but with a warm body pressing to his back, it's hard to feel the chill anymore. he scuffs his hand (it's clean) through denji's hair in a lazy ruffle over his shoulder.] That's you, dumbass.
[tch, fine. he leans in and nips a square off the bar. mleh, too sweet. but it gives a surge of energy soon enough. chewing away, he returns to the plant, shifting his body so denji can keep holding onto him without interrupting his work. compromise. he wants to finish up so they can retire for the night.] Yeah. Wanna go to the neon place or the burger van?
[it's not like he doesn't like hamburgers and the occasional junk food. he's a teenager.]