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Shoto paused a moment, arms stretching above his head; an obtuse yawn drawing from his lungs. Often times he'll wonder why he travels so much, especially when it's a solid blow to his bank account each time. But just then, after the fact, he'll see a beautiful image: complete motion of just the awe-inspiring sunset, dawning waves across pale sand and his absolutely beautiful boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugo.
The lanky man of 22 years drew his arms downwards to settle along the lawn chair's arm rests, simply observing the view before him with a small smile. His eyes crinkled with mirth, watching Katsuki out and enjoying himself on the beach: a large black and orange surfboard in hand–arms if you will.
Shoto's never exactly been on a surfboard himself but Katsuki's never pressured him into it either: that's one of the beautiful things about them. They never were able to willingly place stress on the other, so always, they'd be playful and filled with an openness that took years to achieve. They know their boundaries and thats as it should.
Or atleast.. Shoto knows those boundaries because as of this second, he can see Katsuki running at him, kicking up piles of powdery minerals in his wake. His well-muscled arms outstretched and ready to absolutely obliterate Shoto's "Me time" of reading and potential crochet.
"Hey, Halfie!" Came the resounding call, a vicious grin on his face, obvious intent written all over in bright, red sharpie. Shoto only had so much time, which apparently wasn't enough because in just 30 seconds of Katsuki dash, he's got Shoto securely over his shoulder.
At this point, their was no struggling so Shoto continued on in surrender, occasionally squeezing a bicep in awe. Why must Katsuki harbor these black-market worthy weapons? They were terrible for Shoto's poor, poor withering heart.
"Ah, Katsuki, where are you taking me?" he blinked, returning to focus when he heard the sound of running water grow closer.
"I'm about to change your life." Katsuki smirked, too smugly back up at him, Shoto couldn't see it but he could feel the change in expression due to Katsuki's face being pressed up against his thigh.
Shoto allowed himself a hollow sigh, zero exasperation present as he spoke the next line like clockwork, "Then by all means, lead the way.......Just not into the wa–"
And thats when Shoto knew, he made a miscalculation in his choice of wording because now Katsuki was quite literally: Throwing him in with a loud, ricocheting splash. No worries though, Shoto can swim...Just a little bit. He thinks at least, it can't be too hard, can it?
Katsuki held his hands on his hips, snickering at Shoto as he blundered in the shallow end, mostly just embedding himself in more sand by the second. It was quite tragic to put it bluntly, the poor guy definitely needs to get out more if this is all he's capable of.
"Uh..Katsuki–I think I'm-" a cough, hacking lung interrupted, "I think I'm dyi–dying-"