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Katsuki doesn’t mind his new scars. He isn’t vain. One day they are going to tell the story of how he became the greatest hero. What he does mind however, is the attention they get from others. From one person in particular.
There is no pity in Shoto’s expression. Katsuki would have hated that. It’s more like curiosity. Curiosity that is not showing on his face. Curiosity that is showing in his hands instead and in the way they hold Katsuki’s hand. It shows in the way Shoto is turning it around in his own hands. In the way his fingers are drawing lines across Katsuki’s skin, coming to a stop at every new scar they discover.
Katsuki doesn’t know if Shoto is counting them, but he makes sure to not miss a single one as his fingers continue their journey from his wrist up his forearm, passing by his upper arm, reaching his shoulder eventually. The touch tickles slightly in the crook of his arm and he is glad that Shoto doesn’t seem to notice the shiver he suppresses, too mesmerized by the pattern on Katsuki’s skin.
When the movement stops Katsuki finally looks Shoto in the eye. He looks like he is searching for a sign of permission to continue. Katsuki doesn’t do anything. He knows that Shoto will understand and a moment later he shifts his gaze from Katsuki’s face down to his neck and his fingers start dancing on his skin again. They brush across his collarbone, ghosting over the side of his neck, tracing the edge of his chin and Katsuki holds his breath because he knows which scar Shoto will touch next. Shoto seems to feel hesitant too because his thumb only brushes across the borders of the scar that spreads over the right side of Katsuki’s face. The scar that seems to mirror Shoto’s.
Katsuki is taken by surprise by Shoto’s next move when he darts forward and presses his lips right above his eyebrow. He doesn’t wait for Katsuki’s reaction and presses another kiss to his temple. There isn’t any reaction anyway as Katsuki is frozen in place. Their roles are usually reversed. The next kiss is placed on the corner of his eye and then one on his malar bone. This actually feels… nice. He wonders if Shoto feels the same when he is the one doing the scar kissing. (Something he only does in his softest moments.)
Shoto’s lips pull him out of his thoughts when they start following the path from where his fingers were coming just a few minutes ago, peppering his neck with little kisses, making him shiver from head to toe like it always does. Katsuki feels like his knees are going to give out even though they are already sitting and he slumps forward to let his forehead rest on Shoto’s shoulder, giving room for his mouth to explore the nape of his neck. He is all too aware of the little hair growing there when Shoto exhales through his nose and they raise under his breath. They both stay like this for a minute and longer.
“They are like stars,” Shoto whispers.
Katsuki stirs back to life, sitting back upright. God, will he ever get used to Shoto saying these kinds of things with his whole heart, looking like an innocent child?
“And this is a fucking supernova, you sap,” Katsuki says, pulling his tank top over his head.
Shoto furrows his brows before he gets it and chuckles. He pushes Katsuki down into the sheets, his hand spread across his chest, spanning the whole of the scar above Katsuki’s heart. Katsuki parts his legs to give Shoto’s large frame room to settle between them to comfortably continue worshiping his body like he pleases. He doesn’t mind the little bruises Shoto sucks into his skin along his collarbones at all, placing them right between the scars, adding more marks to his body if only temporarily. The tickling kisses placed on the outer side of his ribcage make him puff though and he doesn’t need to see Shoto’s face to know that he is smirking. He ignores the urge to wriggle away from the touch only to indulge his boyfriend a little who shows mercy in return as he slides further down.
Katsuki thanks god that Shoto will place kisses where he’s got no scars too.