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“Sex is… Weird."
The fingers threading through Himiko’s hair froze, his voice echoing inside her ear. “Yeah? What ‘bout it makes it weird?”
She sighed, curling herself into a fetal position in their current spooning session. “You… Men have a… a fuckin’ metal— wait, no! Meat! Meat spear! That just, ends up in my pussy? Weird. Yeah it’s weird right?”
Katsuki let out an airy chuckle. “It’s just natural, I guess. Didn’t put much thought into how weird it’s been.”
“But,” Himiko starts, turning around to face Katsuki, “it’s had to have crossed your mind at least once, right? Just, like, getting all chummy with a girl, stripping happens unceremoniously, lips locked as your cheeks redden… How can you not think about what the hell you’re doing?!”
“It’s instinct?” The blonde replies, his tone lazy and he just wanted to go back to the quiet cuddling they had been doing. She cleared her throat, unamused with his response. He started again, “Uh… I mean, I think of it more as a chore nowadays. Girlfriend’s frisky, I’m feeling adventurous. Shit like that.”
That seemed like a real enough response for Himiko. “Oh.”
“Now lemme pick at yer brain. What’s in that noggin of yours that you had to ask about it?”
"I don’t… Um, wow. Okay, ah, hard to admit it but, it’s not enjoyable at all for me? I find it gross now.”
Himiko watched as his rosy-colored eyes disappeared behind his eyelids as he blinked slowly in response. After a long and awkward minute, he coughs. “Really?”
Himiko nods, curling up on herself against his chest. “Don’t hate me? Please?”
Katsuki flicked the top of her head, in the middle of her dirty blonde eyebrows. “Idiot. There’s a lot more that you can do that can get me to hate you. Coming clean with what’cha like isn’t gonna get me to hate you.”
Himiko hums, taking in his statement like praise. She swallows her growing pride, knowing her next question might actually stop their comfortable friendship.
“Hey Katsuki?” He grunted in acknowledgement. “Can you break up with that bubble bitch for me?”