@toughspirit || continued.
most people were asleep this late, but alas, these two stay awake, streaming movies together on katsuki’s ( appropriately decorated with skull stickers ) laptop. over the months at yuuei they grew closer, spending time together even after class hours --- but something was different. did he not like the movie? the food? who the fuck eats mashed potatoes this late at night, anyway? this weirdo obviously. but something was just, off. and he didn’t like it, not one bit.
ejirou sat upright, while meanwhile the blond was lying down, chin resting atop his arms as he now glares in his direction, nose scrunched up analyzing his best friend. the body language was off, he was too damn quiet. where was the unneeded, annoying movie commentary? where was his best friend? “ --- what the fuck is wrong with you? ” with that bluntness follows a grumble, that soft expression faded as his normal demeanor returns. they didn’t have to watch this movie, but, he felt it was something deeper than the choice of genre. especially when he catches him staring way too long, only confirming his suspicions. he should just flip that damn plate in your face, but he begrudgingly refrains, waiting for the answer. “ yeah i wanna fuckin’ know. whats your problem? ” why was there one? this was their normal routine, hanging out together, so ... why?
as his mouth opened to yell, demanding answers, it promptly shuts; the other’s calloused hand brushing past his cheek, his rage now silenced by the touch of his lips. even though the movie played on in the background, everything in that moment for him came to a halt. it was so quick, yet it felt like forever, just playing in his mind over and over. right afterwards, his hand comes up to touch his mouth, the sensation lingering long after. wait, hold on. that’s --- that’s ------
that’s... all he wanted?
and as his hand fell, as if on cue, katsuki grabs the other’s palm, holding it firmly. then, the softness returns in those crimson eyes. no words were spoken ( as they all seemed to fail him in that moment ) just quiet as he heard the credits roll to the movie, all of his focus centered on kirishima. “ so --- ” he awkwardly starts, shifting a little closer as he holds onto his hand, opening his palm a little to slip his fingers in with his, closing that gap as digits finally interlock. “ just so w-we’re clear,” there’s a deep inhale heard, some insecurity present, but he buries it as he looks up into his eyes, expression softened as he whispers as quiet as that late night.
“ are... are y’sure that’s... all ya wanted? ”