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Chapter Text

Around 2 am, Hitoshi heard shuffling outside his door. He hadn't left it since Katsuki stormed out. He was too.. scared? Embarrassed?

Back to the noises. Hitoshi remained curled up with his knees against the wall as he tried to get to sleep. He didn't want to hurt Katsuki's pride by embarrassing him, but he didn't know what to do. He never apologized either. He should do that when he has the chance...

He had a headache.

The door to his room quietly opened and he just shut his eyes tighter. The jarring light made his head pound. Thankfully, it faded away just as quickly as it'd come and he heard quiet footsteps walking over to his bed. They stopped behind him and were still for a few moments before he felt the bed dip behind him.

"Headache, eyebags?" A familiar voice asked in a soft tone. Hitoshi couldn't do much other than letting out a small noise. "Yeah, it's 'cos you didn't eat, idiot."

"Don't feel like it.."

He felt a hand come to rest on his forehead and pull back his hair flat against his head, effectively pulling Hitoshi to face the intruder to his room. He looked sort of worried, his eyebrows creased as he stared down at Hitoshi. His ears twitched in dismay as he leaned closer to him. He pressed his cheek against Hitoshi's in uncharacteristic, cat-suki style.

There was a low vibrating noise before he realized that Katsuki was actually purring. A soft smile appeared on his face and he turned over all the way to face him. Katsuki recoiled back at the slightest movement.

"You really are acting more and more like a cat every day.." Hitoshi said, softly, bringing his hand up to rest in Katsuki's hair. It was just about as soft as you'd imagine it to be. But around his ears, it was much thinner and felt like silk. He scratched gently there and Katsuki all but melted.

The blonde pulled himself up onto the bed fully, swatting Hitoshi's hand away and laying down on the bed in front of him. Half the thought of Katsuki's claws from when he was a kitten crossed his mind. The scratches were still visible somewhat. He didn't heal fast.

Hitoshi's heart ached as he thought about it. Just exactly who was in his bed with him right now?

He wondered if he was just here because his feline instincts called him to warmth. Something Hitoshi's house generally lacked. He could've just borrowed the space heater. He knew where it was. He'd noticed how Katsuki always seemed to be touching him after he returned home from school. Less on the weekends when he was always around.

He grits his teeth and turned over in favor of showing Katsuki his back rather than letting him cuddle up to him like he normally would. Both had generally realized the other had probably been starved of gentle touch most of their lives, but neither thought it'd be a good idea to bring it up. Especially after what'd happened earlier.

Katsuki is still and silent now, before scooting closer to Hitoshi, who'd assumed the same position he was in before Katsuki sat down on the bed.

He wrapped his lean arms around him. Hitoshi smelled like his school uniform. He didn't know how to explain it. The way clothes smell after you'd first bought them. But for some reason, the smell of the uniforms never washes out. He'd tried many times with Hitoshi's. All efforts were fruitless.

Hitoshi started to curl in further on himself, but Katsuki leaned forward into the crook of his neck and shoulder before he could. Hitoshi felt his hair brushing against the back of his neck, and then a kiss pressed against his shoulder. He nearly enveloped him entirely in warmth.

"Sorry I called you that." He said in the quietest voice he could muster. "I wanted to kiss you."

Hitoshi's face felt hot again. So did Katsuki's, but he always felt like that.