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“what?”
you stood in front of him, arms outstretched. when katsuki didn’t move, you shake your arms more expectantly to beckon him closer.
“what do you want? i don’t speak arm movements.” and you have to roll your eyes before speaking —the blond looking more annoyed each passing second. “a hug, please.”
the look on his face was priceless.
“you’re joking… right?” but you don’t lower your arms and he knows you weren’t going to. he looks around, unsure how to go about this. it’s not like he went around hugging people. katsuki finally moved forward and you sigh when his arms wrap around you.
you hug him back, and he relaxed just a bit. his face buried into the curve of your neck, nose tickling you. katsuki gets nervous, so he’s extra gentle as if you were made of glass.
“you’re really warm.” you said, almost teasing. “are you getting flustered or something?” katsuki sputtered, his fingers digging into your shirt and it almost hurts. “wha— shut up! of course not, it’s just because of my quirk, idiot.” you hear him grumble, “god, this sucks.”
“but you aren’t pulling away?”
“it sucks.. never said i wanted to stop.” and you can’t help but smile.