‘ why are you beating yourself up over things you can’t control? you're a person too, dude. that comes first. you gotta breathe. ’
@chargebeat / idk what meme this is but i love u
Like bull and matador, the two. Calming Katsuki down is a matter of deflection -- an art that Denki has mastered to a T, having done this awkward hustle about a hundred times now. That quiet, brooding anger that had Katsuki’s brows tilted at harsh angles and his palms coated in a thick sheen of sweat was lost somewhere in Denki’s words. Nobody else had even noticed that there was something weighing on Katsuki. Nobody else could have pinpointed that the person that had him frustrated was himself.
And because Katsuki trusts Denki when it counts most, when Denki tells him to breathe, he does -- not without a fight, of course. He huffs and puffs like he’s trying to knock the world dead. Once he’s found some semblance of peace, he lets out a long sigh, letting his hands come loose in the same motion.
“Didn’t need you to tell me that.” He snarks, but the truth was that he needed to hear those words more than anything. Sans warning, he lifts his leg up to kick Denki in the rear with, somehow knowing that the boy wouldn’t object to the request that followed, “...Arcade. Let’s go.”
