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He knows it’s cliche.
Knows that the rain falling around them making him want to kiss Shouto square on the mouth and scream out into the world how much he loves the sucker is all too cliche. He knows that.
The thing is, though…He doesn’t care.
He can’t find it in him to care.
He wants to kiss him. Wants to yell out that he does in fact love him. Wants to do all of that with him just because he can and if it looked like he was snatching some moves from an overhyped romance novel, he didn’t care. None of it mattered because why the fuck should it?
It’s going to be their cliche moment. A memory he can look back on for years to come and grin to himself all stupidly like he’s caught himself doing oh so many times already, all because of that stupidly, ridiculously lovable idiot of his.
When he looks at him, Shouto’s smiling like he knows what’s going on in his head.
Honestly? Katsuki wouldn’t be surprised if he did know. Wouldn’t really care too much about the implications of just how much of an open book he was to him either, because Shouto was allowed to do that.
Whatever he wanted to know, he’d get to know. Whether he actually asked him to get that level of understanding or not. If he couldn’t tell, Katsuki would show.
“This is like that movie we watched with the girls back in UA,” he says and Katsuki is reminded again just how happy he is to have met this man. How ridiculously happy just hearing him talk makes him.
They’re so alike, the two of them. And yet, complete opposites too.
He doesn’t really know how that works but doesn’t really need to think about it much, because whatever it is the two of them are, opposite or alike, they work. He loves him so much and the technicalities of opposites attract and people who are alike are more compatible don’t matter at all.
“I slept through most of these scenes” he replies, both because it’s true (even if he remembers this one vividly) and also because it gives him just about the perfect opening. “What happened?” he adds and the way Shouto’s smile widens, turning playful as he turns so they’re facing each other more now makes his heart leap.
“Would you like a demonstration?”
This is cliche too.
God this is the most cliche thing they could ever do. It’s the most cliche thing he could ever say but Katsuki doesn’t do anything but to grin back and nod.
“Refresh my memory, will you?” he hums and Shouto lets out a little laugh, suddenly turning shy as he hides his smile and-
And, god if that didn’t make Katsuki wanna kiss him more.
Nothing’s stopping him, he knows. No one’s watching them either. They’re in the middle of the little park by their apartment complex and it’s like the world has given them this little bubble of privacy for them to enjoy. A little return-back of some sort for never being able to kiss him in broad daylight without a dozen heads turning and camera flashing and whatever.
It’s not like he cares too much about what they have to say though. But sometimes it’s nice to get moments where it’s just the two of them.
Shouto leans in before he can do anything though.
Katsuki follows suit in a heartbeat and cups his face, pulling him closer like he never wants him to let go. Shouto’s own hands are placed on the back of his head urging him even closer as if they have any room left between them.
It’s exactly like the stupid movie. They’re standing exactly like the actors did and it’s raining just as much and…and he gets it now.
Like really gets it. He remembers rolling his eyes at the screen at the time, letting his head drop to the back of the couch with an audible groan and just remaining like that for the rest of the movie to declare his protest of ever having another movie night corrupted with cheesy romance movies.
He’s so dumb for never having guessed that he’d act just like them.
It’s all Shouto’s fault but he can’t even be mad.
(He won’t admit to it. No one (except for Shouto probably but that was a given) could make him admit to it, but he was kind of relieved he outgrew the phase of hating on anyone and everyone who seemed mildly in love and displayed it in all sorts of ways.
If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have gotten to do it with Shouto after all, and after this moment right here, and the fucking high it brought him, he was going to be pulling stunts like this left and right even if he made a total ass of himself. )
“I think it was something like this, yeah” Shouto whispers when he eventually pulls back and Katsuki leans his head forward until their foreheads bump and the other’s pretty, wet bangs practically stick to Katsuki’s face.
“You sure?”
“Mhm, they might not have been nearly as into each other as we are though”
“Bold claim”
“It’s true” he hums and he smiles again. “Wouldn’t you say so, Kat?”
“Might have to do it again for me to be able to confi-”
Shouto kisses him again just like that, and it’s just as fulfilling as it was the first time. Makes him think shit like he was only put on this earth to kiss Shouto and that’s his one and only purpose of living, and being all too fine with that.
“Okay yeah- agree. I agree” he says, half breathless when they pull apart again. “Maybe we should be actors instead and show the world of cinema what real romance looks like,” he says next and it’s already begun.
Him embarrassing himself to get Shouto to laugh has started not even ten seconds after he declared he’d do it.
“That would be a sight. Oh, imagine what the media would say” he snorts. It’s the cutest thing he’s ever heard, honestly.
“They’d have a field day with it probably. Bastards” he replies and grins to himself again though before he can say anything else, a cold wind blows their way and he’s reminded that standing in the rain and kissing, while awfully romantic, is also a slightly dumb idea if you want to remain warm. “Might wanna head inside now. You know, before we freeze to death”
“Technically I wouldn’t thanks to my quirk” Shouto mumbles like Katsuki doesn’t know, trying his best to hide his smile.
The thing is, Shouto’s poker face hasn’t gotten any worse. Most people probably wouldn’t have seen that he was putting his blood, sweat, and tears into not smiling, but just like how Shouto can read him like an open book, Katsuki’s picked up a few things here and there too.
“I’ll die by your side though” he continues, and that too is such a cliche thing to say. Even he seems to hear it as he breaks into another wide smile. One that’s only reserved for Katsuki. (And the cats but they don’t count).
“Or, Mister Dramatic, you could just warm us both up” he replies with his own snort then grabs his hand and starts dragging him back to their building because he genuinely can’t stand there much longer without being concerned for their health. Getting a cold is completely off the table, especially if it knocks both of them out.
Deku’s good at handling the agency but even he’s gonna have to be spread way too thin to get everything done in time.
“Like you’re gonna have to warm up the bath if you don’t want us to get frostbite,” he says. Commands really.
Shouto just laughs again and nods, following after him and despite everything, Katsuki feels warmer than he ever has before. It starts in his chest and spreads out through his body, reaching every little part of him.
Cliche is good, he decides. Cliche is nice.