Katsuki sat in the dim light of his room, breathless for a long time. His clothes were laid about the floor of his room, his sheets tangled, his skin damp with a thin layer of sweat. Not many words were exchanged between him and the girl in his bed for a long time either.
He never said much after the two of you slept together. Wasn't very vocal about it. Instead, his love language resided in touch, in wanting closeness. A sense that the connection wasn't broken after you'd both ridden out your high.
Even when his eyes were shut for a few minutes, his bare chest steadily rising and falling, one of his hands never strayed too far from you. Whether it was at your hip, your stomach, interlacing his fingers with yours lazily while staring up at the ceiling, half-asleep, it always managed to stay close. Stay holding on.
When he was finally knocked out of that state, most of his consciousness returned from that bliss, he realized, you'd sat up. Your back leaned against his bed frame, sheets drawn up around your legs, up to your shoulders as you hugged your knees.
You seemed lost in something. Eyes staring out the window without any real focus in mind... Just staring out into the trees.
"Here." Katsuki said, reaching down to the side of his bed and grabbing that old, stretched out skull shirt, handing it to you.
"Hm?" You turned, looked down at his tired eyes and messy hair.
He'd probably noticed you were a tad chilly. He was so warm that when you finally separated it was a bit like sinking into cold water.
"Thanks." You said, tired yourself, taking it from him.
"Mm." He hummed, his hand rubbing gently up from your ankle to your knee, back and forth. "You always get cold after sex."
You chuckled at how serious he was, tugging the shirt over your head, smoothing it down around your stomach, and your hips. It nearly reached down to your knees, but it was still warm from when he'd worn it a few hours ago.
"We've only done it twice." You reminded, taking the collar and drawing it up over your nose to take in his scent.
"Yeah." He agreed, looking you up and down like he liked you in it more than he would've expected. "And you were cold the last time too."
No. The last time you were freezing because of the AC in those hotel rooms and he'd carried you to the shower even as you laid there half asleep. Had to basically hold you upright since your legs were hurting so badly.
This time it was softer than before. Less of a 'you're finally mine, I'm finally yours' and more of a 'you're still mine, I'm still yours' sort of affair.
Even Katsuki was softer now in the light of his room, head on the pillow as he gazed up at you.
He felt reassured. Secure. Safe.
Without a need to prove anything.
"What ever will your mom say about this when she gets home, Katsuki?" You joked, poking his nose with your finger to see it crinkle as he tugged his face away and frowned. "Sharing your clothes with a girl of all things?"
"She won't say anything if she wants me to ever bring you back here." He grumbled, sitting up till the sheets only covered him below the waistline.
He really was beautiful. All of him. Made you want to look at him as you did when he was on top of you, below you, with you.
Still, other thoughts preoccupied you. Not stressful thoughts per say, but rather pensive. Ones that lingered at the back of your mind, constantly reminding you that despite the happiness you felt, there were challenges ahead to plan for.
