(That at least gets through some thick part of his head. His eyes widen in soft realization and then a bit of color begins to flush across his cheeks.)
(Ahh. Hm. Katsuki reaches a hand out and settles it against Izuku’s face. Maybe it was too close to real intimacy but…he leans down and kisses him. Soft, gentle. And then he breaks the kiss.)
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Wait. Really?
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[ He chose to feed manually...which wasn't something he would have done with someone else... ]
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(This is an awkward admittance but at least they are maybe getting somewhere now?)
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[ Romantic... ]
...I-I meant it when I said I - I didn't want to. With other people.
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Okay. I just wanted to make sure.
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You're...the only person I flirt with anyway.
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(He withdraws from Izuku, shoving his hands into his pockets, and scowls at the floor. God damn it.)
The idea of you checking other people out and flirtin' with them pisses me off.
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[ Katsuki notices maybe...5% of the time. ]
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[ He is not giving examples. ]
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(He leans back, huffing.)
Which classmates do you think are attractive? (Listen.
Listen. He's still jealous okay. It's less obnoxious but now he needs to know.)
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[ Mineta. ]
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(Fucking lame. He rolls his eyes and shoves his hands into his pockets, turning promptly around to head back down the hall...!)
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[ Before he lets Katsuki go for real... ]
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(He was still kind of irked but not as much.)
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[ He always has a bit of an energy dip after that kind of anxiety. ]
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(He needs to go faceplant into his bed and scream too, so.)
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