[ The lack of oxygen makes his head spin but not as much as the sensation of his legs tightening around him, reminding him of their mutual lack of clothes. His skin warms, but that's not what makes his cheeks flush or his breath stutter in his chest sending his quirk into overdrive. The ice gets smothered, melting under the internal onslaught, uncovering new dimensions of himself he never knew before.
You...
Hyperaware of his physical presence, not as an intimidation factor or even fragility, but daunting in a whole other aspect, Shouto lifts his head to meet his eyes, catching half of what he says. ]
I think... I'm okay with anything... if it's you.
[ The churning mass of heat in his chest slows at the admission, cooling under the truth of his words instead of the onslaught of ice he used to control it. He understands now what Allen meant before, not an excuse but raw feelings given voice.
I don't mind if it's you.
If it's you, then it's okay. ]
I'm sorry, I didn't understand before.
[ He leans up, pressing a chaste kiss against his mouth. ]
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You...
Hyperaware of his physical presence, not as an intimidation factor or even fragility, but daunting in a whole other aspect, Shouto lifts his head to meet his eyes, catching half of what he says. ]
I think... I'm okay with anything... if it's you.
[ The churning mass of heat in his chest slows at the admission, cooling under the truth of his words instead of the onslaught of ice he used to control it. He understands now what Allen meant before, not an excuse but raw feelings given voice.
I don't mind if it's you.
If it's you, then it's okay. ]
I'm sorry, I didn't understand before.
[ He leans up, pressing a chaste kiss against his mouth. ]
I... feel the same way.