[ He saw them... as his parents? The realization hits like a brick as much as it also suddenly makes everything that happened make painful sense. So much so Allen's expression stills at that, mouth a silent "oh" as his eyes widen slightly. Not entirely sure how to take that, and he blushes lightly for it. But the important part is easy to grasp— you're afraid of becoming 'him' and repeating the past.
He would have said it was okay anyway when Shouto asks, but after that he breathes it hurriedly against his mouth before pressing close and kissing him like they might be running out of time. Fingers tangling up gently but desperately in his hair, like there's something he's trying so badly to say with his body. ]
It's the same as I told you before-- [ He breaks the kiss enough to speak but stays close, eyes glittering faintly as he holds his gaze and continues to brush his hair back. Finds it hard to concentrate and tries to regain it in his mismatched eyes.
You're so warm. Solid-- and alive. Something about that seizes tight at something buried deep in his chest and squeezes with such a strange sort of happiness that it almost makes him want to cry. He brushes his fingers lightly over his lips instead; touches his cheek with quiet awe. Delicate and a little clumsy as the same time. ]
You always make me feel at ease... Even when it's also so much I find it hard to breathe.
[ He's restless. Can't sit still, even if it only shows in such very tiny motions. Needing to touch him; trace the ridge of his ear and the bloodstone jewelry there. I don't want to make you lose control of your quirk again warring with the quiet joy and rightness of being able to be close like this, and so he kisses his cheek softly instead, gentle as a butterfly, and begins leaving a trail of them along his jaw. His legs tighten slightly. ]
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He would have said it was okay anyway when Shouto asks, but after that he breathes it hurriedly against his mouth before pressing close and kissing him like they might be running out of time. Fingers tangling up gently but desperately in his hair, like there's something he's trying so badly to say with his body. ]
It's the same as I told you before-- [ He breaks the kiss enough to speak but stays close, eyes glittering faintly as he holds his gaze and continues to brush his hair back. Finds it hard to concentrate and tries to regain it in his mismatched eyes.
You're so warm. Solid-- and alive. Something about that seizes tight at something buried deep in his chest and squeezes with such a strange sort of happiness that it almost makes him want to cry. He brushes his fingers lightly over his lips instead; touches his cheek with quiet awe. Delicate and a little clumsy as the same time. ]
You always make me feel at ease... Even when it's also so much I find it hard to breathe.
[ He's restless. Can't sit still, even if it only shows in such very tiny motions. Needing to touch him; trace the ridge of his ear and the bloodstone jewelry there. I don't want to make you lose control of your quirk again warring with the quiet joy and rightness of being able to be close like this, and so he kisses his cheek softly instead, gentle as a butterfly, and begins leaving a trail of them along his jaw. His legs tighten slightly. ]
So anything you do... I trust you.