[Normally, Katsuki would flinch away and yell at anyone touching him in such a raw and vulnerable moment like this. But as he kneels on the floor, breath heavy and fast as he tries to catch it, he finds that he just doesn't have the energy to be mad. The hand, gentle and wary, rests on his shoulder and comes with it is a warm rush of magic that quells Katsuki's stomach ache. The red string on their fingers slowly disappears, but neither the blonde nor the red and white haired boy notice. Instead, there's soft words exchanged between them.
Shoto's, reassuring and gentle. Telling him that even though that other Katsuki might have certain feelings towards boys, that doesn't mean that he does. That his life is his own, and he doesn't have to compare. Doesn't have to worry or care about what the other Katsuki had done during his stay. And that was true, wasn't it? That they weren't the same Katsuki. They may have had the same past, as Shoto had put it, but he doesn't need to be like him. He can relax, a little. It's okay.]
...I'm sick of this place. It's all so fucking confusing. And stupid.
[When his body allows for a chance, Katsuki responds with his own words soft and worn. His throat sore, and voice rasped from the violent expelling of his feelings moments before.]
That "other me". The "magic" everywhere. The whole reason why we're here in the first place... I'm just sick of it. All of it.
[His arm, all the romance everywhere, the people who mock him for being a Hero. The list of things he dislikes about this place was very, very, long. And the only good thing he could think about it at this moment was the fact that Shoto was stuck there with him. That he wasn't completely alone. If he were, he might genuinely start to lose his mind. Katsuki is a being of habit, and of familiarity. He likes his routine, and he likes knowing where he is and what to expect of the day ahead of him. When huge change happens, he never reacts to it well. Never has, really. And never really will.
Katsuki, without really thinking about it, finds himself leaning towards Shoto a bit. Leaning into that gentle hand still placed on his shoulder, towards the warm magic that soothes his soul in a quiet way. And he lets out a defeated sounding sigh, as he admits something he usually would keep to himself.]
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Shoto's, reassuring and gentle. Telling him that even though that other Katsuki might have certain feelings towards boys, that doesn't mean that he does. That his life is his own, and he doesn't have to compare. Doesn't have to worry or care about what the other Katsuki had done during his stay. And that was true, wasn't it? That they weren't the same Katsuki. They may have had the same past, as Shoto had put it, but he doesn't need to be like him. He can relax, a little. It's okay.]
...I'm sick of this place. It's all so fucking confusing. And stupid.
[When his body allows for a chance, Katsuki responds with his own words soft and worn. His throat sore, and voice rasped from the violent expelling of his feelings moments before.]
That "other me". The "magic" everywhere. The whole reason why we're here in the first place... I'm just sick of it. All of it.
[His arm, all the romance everywhere, the people who mock him for being a Hero. The list of things he dislikes about this place was very, very, long. And the only good thing he could think about it at this moment was the fact that Shoto was stuck there with him. That he wasn't completely alone. If he were, he might genuinely start to lose his mind. Katsuki is a being of habit, and of familiarity. He likes his routine, and he likes knowing where he is and what to expect of the day ahead of him. When huge change happens, he never reacts to it well. Never has, really. And never really will.
Katsuki, without really thinking about it, finds himself leaning towards Shoto a bit. Leaning into that gentle hand still placed on his shoulder, towards the warm magic that soothes his soul in a quiet way. And he lets out a defeated sounding sigh, as he admits something he usually would keep to himself.]
I wanna go home.