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"S'not how you wear a scarf, idiot," Katsuki grunts, wrapping his own syrup-coloured scarf cosily around his neck.
"Hm?" Shouto glances at him indifferently, a single eyebrow slightly raised as though asking for an explanation, his curiosity otherwise undetected due to his almost bored expression.
Katsuki rolls his eyes, stomping over to where the taller male was standing. "Like this," he mutters, reaching up to adjust Shouto's scarf. He has to painfully hold back another roll of his eyes—the ocean blue scarf had been flung over Shouto's slender shoulder in an appallingly absentminded manner. How on earth could anyone wear a scarf so fucking atrociously?
"You're so dumb," is all the blond says, wrapping and folding the scarf until it fits snug around the other's neck. "You would freeze to death without me."
"Probably," Shouto mumbles but Katsuki isn't paying attention. His gaze is drawn to the soft grey and blue eyes as he notices the multicoloured boy is staring at him. Shouto's cheeks are tinted pink—the fucker is still cold?—and his hair is tousled in a dangerous way that makes Katsuki yearn to reach out and tidy it, to thread his fingers through the velvety red and white locks and part them himself.
The urge rapidly becomes stronger, and Katsuki is suddenly aware of his heart pounding against his chest. Clearing his throat in a choked grunt, he pulls his eyes away from Shouto's. Bad decision. He ends up checking out Shouto's body instead. Fiery, red eyes trail slowly across a loose beige sweater, down a pair of skinny black jeans, and finally landing on (expensive looking) brown boots. He would struggle to disagree that Shouto is handsome; even the most average clothes can't hide his captivating eyes, his sharp jawline, his all-round perfect features.
Katsuki's eyes flick back up and he notices Shouto's cheeks have darkened by another shade of pink. Cute.
"You look nice today," he whispers, his voice softer—a lot softer—than usual, and he sucks in a breath, quickly regretting what he said. Other than Deku, the thing Katsuki hates most is being open and feeling vulnerable.
But, luckily for him, he has an overwhelming crush on a guy whose tranquil aura has never felt like one of judgement. Shouto simply nods in response to Katsuki's bold statement; unbeknownst (unfortunately) to the blond porcupine, Shouto was positive his heart had stopped and he felt like he was going to combust.
Both of them stand there, staring quietly at each other, the tension in the air almost as dense as the two boys causing it.
A sudden loud slam of a door nearby, followed by the hollers of a certain group of chaotic friends, breaks the two out of their trance, and Katsuki hurriedly takes a step back, mentally cursing himself for standing too fucking close for too fucking long.
Shouto turns his head slightly and bunches up his shoulders, burying his face deeper in the scarf in a poor attempt to hide the cherry blossom on his face. "Yeah, I probably wouldn't survive without you," he murmurs.
It takes him a few seconds to understand what the fuck the half and half is on about, but when he does, Katsuki allows himself a small smirk. "Damn right you wouldn't," he replies, with a chuckle. "Your edgy candy cane ass didn't know how to wear a scarf 'til one minute ago!"
"No need to rub it in," Shouto says, with a groan that matches the rumble from his stomach. "Alright, let's go eat. I'm craving soba." He takes off in long strides, out of the campus and towards their favourite noodle bar, and Katsuki almost trips over his own damn feet trying to catch up.
"When are you not craving soba? Also, slow the fuck down."
"No can do, Katsuki. You know how I get when I'm hungry."
"Dickhead," he snaps, with a quick flick to Shouto's shoulder as he finally catches up.
Beneath the soft blue scarf, Shouto chuckles lightly, and Katsuki swears he just heard an angel laugh. It's unfair how perfect Shouto is at everything, and anything, really.
But as they walk together, side by side, tips of their knuckles barely brushing against each other's, Katsuki can't help but secretly revel in the fact that he was the one to make the half and half angel laugh.