[The touch of Katsuki's hand makes him feel warm, and stable... More normal. It's almost more grounding than the hand to his heart? Maybe that's because Yoosung gets to touch back this way, if Katsuki allows it. He shifts his hand to lightly touch the tips of his fingers to Katsuki's.]
It is. I just... Realized I'm really lucky, though, actually... Because I already have someone else who understands. So... I won't be alone in this... Right?
[There he goes with the touching back. Katsuki called it. He lets Yoosung do as he likes, their fingers brushing together. Just kind of absently on Katsuki's end. He likes that Yoosung is so touchy because he can get away with stuff like this.]
Yeah. That's true. I don't mind talking it out with you. And I'd have to be sure it's cool with them, but I know others. If you decide you need more support.
[Katsuki always seems to manage to do this without even trying, pulling at his heart by being so sweet, whether he knows it or not. He knows Katsuki doesn't think he's sweet, but he's always making nice gestures for Yoosung.
He's also really liking just brushing their fingers together. Such small, light contact, but it's making his stomach swoop pleasantly inside of him.]
...thank you. Um... Maybe for right now, we can keep it between us? I-I'll let you know if I wanna talk to more people, okay?
[Yoosung has his doubts about that. He hasn't taken to many of these moves too terrible well. Though maybe part of that also has to do with just being in such close proximity to Katsuki that it's difficult to concentrate.]
I... I probably should. I'm a little worried. If I can't I'm gonna be awfully sad about it but if I can then that's a little scary since I've never done it before and I could crash...
[He's not really afraid of heights or anything, more just afraid of not being able to control his steering and lift and all of that. He could not only hurt himself but potentially others too if he's not careful? (Provided that he even can fly. Spoilers: he cannot.)]
Yeah. I can use my explosions to... not exactly fly, but get around in the air? It looked easier in the memories than it actually is.
[Lots of crashing while learning.]
Last month I wiped out from a bit higher. Crashed into a rooftop. Anyway, if you want to test it, we have this mat to break your fall at least a little bit.
[Yoosung gives them another flap, this time harder, but still nothing.]
Maybe... I guess they are smaller than ones you see on some paintings of angels. Maybe... Maybe if I jumped off of something? Do you think they'd be big enough to glide even if they can't lift me?
[Katsuki doesn't immediately dismiss the idea. Instead he moves behind Yoosung to check his wings out again. And then he grabs Yoosung around the waist and picks him up.]
[There's a questioning look on Yoosung's face as he tracks Katsuki moving behind him, mostly expecting him to touch his wings or his back again. What he's not expecting is to have Katsuki's grabbing his waist and to be lifted off the ground.
[Yoosung holds his hand to his chest, over his heartbeat which has sped up just a little from that excitement.]
Ah... Hmm...
[He gives it a try, but no amount of running and jumping and wing flapping seems to result in anything.
Once he's worn himself out with that though, he slumps down onto the mat.]
Oof... great. I'm turning into a flightless angel... Maybe they're chicken wings.
[He says this with the biggest pout ever. He seems very discouraged. It's depressing. He kind of wants to go play video games instead to cheer himself up.]
[He glances at Katsuki as he bumps his shoulder, feels a little warmth bloom in his chest at the touch, at the fact Katsuki is trying to cheer him up when he's said himself before that he's not good at it.
A small smile pulls at his lips. The fact that Katsuki still tries... Means so much to him.
Yoosung nods, bumps his shoulder back, then concentrates to fold his wings first in on themselves and then into himself, where they disappear.
...leaving him again with a ripped shirt and bare back. Hm.]
Ah... Won't people think it's a little weird that... the back of my shirt is all ripped open?
[Yoosung's eyes widen for a second, a blush spreading across his cheeks as he considers the offer. He'd be wearing Katsuki's tank top, and Katsuki would be shirtless. These are both... Good things.
Of course, Yoosung could also just take off his shirt. He does to go swimming, so it's not a big deal. Would it seem too weird if he took Katsuki up on the offer instead of just going shirtless himself?
After a second's consideration, he pulls off his ripped top and takes it to his bag to stuff it inside.]
Mm, this... This should be fine.
[Although everyone else would probably prefer to see Katsuki shirtless than Yoosung, all things considered.]
[Katsuki likes seeing Yoosung shirtless? He tries to be discrete checking him out as he gets up and packs up. Rolling up the mat and everything. Then they can go find food.]
[Wait, what? Yoosung sort of catches that but then is pretty sure he imagined it. Wishful thinking. Katsuki's so hot and Yoosung is... Maybe attractive in his own way, but not in the same way? He knows he's cute. But he wouldn't call himself hot by any means.
...Maybe Katsuki likes cute? That's some food for thought. Katsuki had sort of maybe checked him out too when he'd worn that cheerleader skirt before...
He's lost in thought as he puts his bag over his shoulder and walks over to Katsuki.]
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It is. I just... Realized I'm really lucky, though, actually... Because I already have someone else who understands. So... I won't be alone in this... Right?
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Yeah. That's true. I don't mind talking it out with you. And I'd have to be sure it's cool with them, but I know others. If you decide you need more support.
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He's also really liking just brushing their fingers together. Such small, light contact, but it's making his stomach swoop pleasantly inside of him.]
...thank you. Um... Maybe for right now, we can keep it between us? I-I'll let you know if I wanna talk to more people, okay?
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[He gets that it's personal. He isn't about to share Yoosung's secrets. He sits up slowly.]
You good to keep going or should we call it a day?
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[He sighs a little at Katsuki sits up, and follows suit.]
I dunno. I dunno if this is really anything I'm good at... But maybe if I have wings I can just fly away now instead of having to fight?
[It's at least something he could give a try.]
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[He's good with that.]
You haven't been doing bad so far.
[Just so Yoosung knows.]
You planning to try it? Flying?
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I... I probably should. I'm a little worried. If I can't I'm gonna be awfully sad about it but if I can then that's a little scary since I've never done it before and I could crash...
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[That sure sounds like experience. He never told Yoosung he can get airborne with his explosions did he?]
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You've crashed from a few feet in the air before?
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[Lots of crashing while learning.]
Last month I wiped out from a bit higher. Crashed into a rooftop. Anyway, if you want to test it, we have this mat to break your fall at least a little bit.
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He gets up finally and concentrates to get his wings to pop out again, and gives them another flap, but...
Nothing. No lift. He looks confused and tries it again, then looks to Katsuki when nothing happens.]
...am I doing this wrong somehow?
[Maybe they're fake or something? Like an illusion? Although, Katsuki had touched them...]
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[I mean... humans are heavy.]
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Maybe... I guess they are smaller than ones you see on some paintings of angels. Maybe... Maybe if I jumped off of something? Do you think they'd be big enough to glide even if they can't lift me?
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He squeaks, and blushes.]
Katsuki?!
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[He sits Yoosung down.]
You don't seem that heavy to me. But I dunno. Maybe try a takeoff instead? Run and see if the wind catches under them?
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Ah... Hmm...
[He gives it a try, but no amount of running and jumping and wing flapping seems to result in anything.
Once he's worn himself out with that though, he slumps down onto the mat.]
Oof... great. I'm turning into a flightless angel... Maybe they're chicken wings.
[He says this with the biggest pout ever. He seems very discouraged. It's depressing. He kind of wants to go play video games instead to cheer himself up.]
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C'mon. I think saw a food truck set up selling hotdogs earlier. Let's see if we can track it down for lunch. My treat.
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A small smile pulls at his lips. The fact that Katsuki still tries... Means so much to him.
Yoosung nods, bumps his shoulder back, then concentrates to fold his wings first in on themselves and then into himself, where they disappear.
...leaving him again with a ripped shirt and bare back. Hm.]
Ah... Won't people think it's a little weird that... the back of my shirt is all ripped open?
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You want mine?
[He can just walk around shirtless. No big deal.]
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Of course, Yoosung could also just take off his shirt. He does to go swimming, so it's not a big deal. Would it seem too weird if he took Katsuki up on the offer instead of just going shirtless himself?
After a second's consideration, he pulls off his ripped top and takes it to his bag to stuff it inside.]
Mm, this... This should be fine.
[Although everyone else would probably prefer to see Katsuki shirtless than Yoosung, all things considered.]
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...Maybe Katsuki likes cute? That's some food for thought. Katsuki had sort of maybe checked him out too when he'd worn that cheerleader skirt before...
He's lost in thought as he puts his bag over his shoulder and walks over to Katsuki.]