[Yoosung watches Katsuki intently as he speaks, briefly and unintentionally pressing his fingers harder against Katsuki's chest when he says "I fell in."
He's tearing up again, and he puts his cheek against Katsuki's shoulder, breathing in.]
I don't blame you... That's really scary, but... I'm... I'm also really glad that you're still here. And if... I dunno how all this possession stuff works exactly, but if your kitsune ever needs anything else, that I can give...
[He shifts so that his lips are at Katsuki's shoulder instead, practically burying his face there as he whispers:]
[Hello, heart, you sure are giving him a hard time lately. Yoosung's fingers curling towards his chest, pressing harder. His face pressed to Katsuki's shoulder. His tears on Katsuki's behalf. His offer. It all just...]
And you think you're not impressive...
[He chuckles, watery, turns his head so he can nuzzle his nose into Yoosung's hair a little. Stupidly intimate. He's known this person... about a month? And they've just clicked. And it's terrifying. But also comforting?]
[Ah... That response, especially coming from Katsuki... It feels good and makes his heart ache all at once. He definitely didn't say it to be impressive, but... Somehow it did impress Katsuki, and the knowledge of that means the absolute world.
And then Katsuki nuzzles into his hair and he makes an almost pained noise, unable to help it, his heart aching with emotion.]
Y.. yeah... I'll go with you. After all, who else will you boss around to chop the vegetables? Rika?
[There's a nearly manic but short-lived giggle there. But he still doesn't really want to move.]
[The joke makes him chuckle, more relief than anything. He's good. Yoosung's good. They're both good.]
Hey, maybe she has a secret talent for chopping things.
[He's still holding onto Yoosung's hand, which is still against his chest. And somehow knowing that Yoosung can feel his heart beating makes him feel more certain that he's alive. Honestly speaking he's had a lot of moments of uncertainty there. Questioning if he was really alive. But he feels alive right now. So he likewise doesn't want to move.
After a few seconds he gives Yoosung's hand a squeeze and hesitantly guides it away before letting go.]
C'mon. I'm gonna teach you how to flip food in a wok.
[He says quietly half just thinking out loud though partially his mind is still stuck on their hands and Katsuki's heartbeat.
Eventually Katsuki gives his hand one last squeeze and releases it, and Yoosung sighs softly, only a little in disappointment but mostly in... Contentment? This all feels really nice. And right. Like they're right where they're supposed to be. Together.
His smile brightens, eyes lighting up at Katsuki's words as he stands up from the bed.]
Mm, I don't think Rika would do that, she's nice to Hana. But she might menace people.
[He says this as they pass her in the hallway to the kitchen. Rika follows them into there with her arms crossed, looking at them with something like tired exasperation.
Yoosung pats her on the head and she sighs loudly.]
Sorry, you probably don't like me talking about you like you're not here, huh? Sometimes I forget Pokemon are more people-like than other animals are. I wish the university had Pokemon studies...
[It's not until Katsuki brings that up that the wheels start turning in Yoosung's head and he realizes... He talks to Rika about Katsuki. She knows he writes in his journal about him too. She understands. This was definitely not a mistake.
Yoosung squeaks, and pulls Rika aside, kneeling to speak to her.]
You need to be good or I'll have to keep you in your PokeBall whenever Katsuki is here! Okay? Please?
[Nothing to see here, just a man pleading with his Meowth.
She pouts at him, but then jumps on the counter to grab the journal and scampers off to return it to wherever she found it. Yoosung sighs in relief and heads to the cutting board again to resume chopping veggies.]
[Katsuki glances up at the squeak, watching Yoosung pull Rika aside. But he's not really interested in what he might be saying to her. Instead he finishes chopping things and starts the actual cooking. Waiting for Yoosung to finish and join him.
When he does, Katsuki looks over his shoulder at him.]
[Yoosung pays close attention, determined enough to make Katsuki proud that he powers through any distraction by his presence or proximity, taking in the movements.
[He shifts over to take the wok, and after a few seconds of silently psyching himself up, he tilts the wok to move the contents, then flicks his wrist to do the flip, being extra careful not to do it too hard.
The first attempt just sort of makes it jump, but he does a second attempt right after that succeeds, and he turns his head to grin brightly at Katsuki.]
[The look Katsuki gives him absolutely takes his breath away, and he blushes hard both at that and the compliment before he looks back to the wok and laughs a little, shifting the contents of the wok around.]
Hee, you think so? Or maybe you're just a really good teacher, oppa~
[He can't resist throwing one more oppa out there, even if Katsuki doesn't get it.
...maybe he should make him watch a kdrama with him sometime.]
[Seriously. There he goes with the 'Oppa' again. Katsuki can't shake the feeling he's being picked on... messed with in some way.]
I'm the best teacher, actually.
[Until he knows what it means, he'll just... pretend he isn't even hearing it.]
I do tutoring sometimes. Got a kid who should be starting back up here next month who I've been helping since I came to Kaisou. And I've been teaching someone some basic computer shit to repay a favor.
[Flirted with, Katsuki. Even though guys really don't call other guys "oppa." Still. How can he not when he's currently in a cheerleader skirt?
Yoosung looks interested when he mentions the tutoring.]
You do? I guess we don't talk about school much, huh? It is coming up again soon... [A fact he's not super happy about.] What kinda subjects are you interested in?
Mm, yeah, I guess... Hopefully it's enough to motivate me, haha.
[His eyes widen a little when Katsuki mentions the Libra app.]
Ah, you did? That's really cool! Even if it didn't work... Maybe it's kind of supernatural itself, you know?
[He looks to the ceiling as he thinks, recalling some of the visions he's had so far.]
But I think my other me had a friend who did the same kind of thing... He might have been other me's best friend? I see visions of him a lot. He had red hair and gold eyes, so opposite of you!
Well... He called himself 707, but I think I just called him Seven. He said he liked to tease me because I'm cute! He played pranks on me a lot, but my other me didn't seem to really mind much. He had a lot of cars and called them his babies. And we played video games together a lot and he always beat me at them.
[He rattles off the list of things he can remember from his visions so far.]
Mm, I think maybe he also likes to fish? Oh!! And he wears these really unique yellow and black striped glasses.
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He's tearing up again, and he puts his cheek against Katsuki's shoulder, breathing in.]
I don't blame you... That's really scary, but... I'm... I'm also really glad that you're still here. And if... I dunno how all this possession stuff works exactly, but if your kitsune ever needs anything else, that I can give...
[He shifts so that his lips are at Katsuki's shoulder instead, practically burying his face there as he whispers:]
I'll do it. I'd do it.
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And you think you're not impressive...
[He chuckles, watery, turns his head so he can nuzzle his nose into Yoosung's hair a little. Stupidly intimate. He's known this person... about a month? And they've just clicked. And it's terrifying. But also comforting?]
...I should finish dinner. In a few minutes.
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And then Katsuki nuzzles into his hair and he makes an almost pained noise, unable to help it, his heart aching with emotion.]
Y.. yeah... I'll go with you. After all, who else will you boss around to chop the vegetables? Rika?
[There's a nearly manic but short-lived giggle there. But he still doesn't really want to move.]
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Hey, maybe she has a secret talent for chopping things.
[He's still holding onto Yoosung's hand, which is still against his chest. And somehow knowing that Yoosung can feel his heart beating makes him feel more certain that he's alive. Honestly speaking he's had a lot of moments of uncertainty there. Questioning if he was really alive. But he feels alive right now. So he likewise doesn't want to move.
After a few seconds he gives Yoosung's hand a squeeze and hesitantly guides it away before letting go.]
C'mon. I'm gonna teach you how to flip food in a wok.
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[He says quietly half just thinking out loud though partially his mind is still stuck on their hands and Katsuki's heartbeat.
Eventually Katsuki gives his hand one last squeeze and releases it, and Yoosung sighs softly, only a little in disappointment but mostly in... Contentment? This all feels really nice. And right. Like they're right where they're supposed to be. Together.
His smile brightens, eyes lighting up at Katsuki's words as he stands up from the bed.]
Yeah! I'll be careful not to drop anything~
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[Katsuki is fond of Julian. Just like he's fond of Rika.
He stands up, heading back to the kitchen so they can finish getting everything ready. He's super hungry now. But he still isn't going to rush it.]
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[He says this as they pass her in the hallway to the kitchen. Rika follows them into there with her arms crossed, looking at them with something like tired exasperation.
Yoosung pats her on the head and she sighs loudly.]
Sorry, you probably don't like me talking about you like you're not here, huh? Sometimes I forget Pokemon are more people-like than other animals are. I wish the university had Pokemon studies...
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[He pretty much just thinks Rika was giving Yoosung a hard time.
He heads over to start heating the wok. He wants it good and hot before he even adds anything.]
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Yoosung squeaks, and pulls Rika aside, kneeling to speak to her.]
You need to be good or I'll have to keep you in your PokeBall whenever Katsuki is here! Okay? Please?
[Nothing to see here, just a man pleading with his Meowth.
She pouts at him, but then jumps on the counter to grab the journal and scampers off to return it to wherever she found it. Yoosung sighs in relief and heads to the cutting board again to resume chopping veggies.]
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When he does, Katsuki looks over his shoulder at him.]
C'mere.
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He's blushing just a little as he nods silently and moves over to where Katsuki is, standing close.]
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[He tilts the wok, the contents sliding a bit to that side.]
And then it's just a flick of the wrist to bring them up and back.
[He demonstrates with careful, practiced ease. Trying to do it slow enough that Yoosung can follow the movement.]
Up and back. Up and back. Not too hard or you'll fling 'em onto yourself and the floor.
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He continues to nod at what Katsuki tells him.]
Mm. You're really good at that!
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[He shifts over to take the wok, and after a few seconds of silently psyching himself up, he tilts the wok to move the contents, then flicks his wrist to do the flip, being extra careful not to do it too hard.
The first attempt just sort of makes it jump, but he does a second attempt right after that succeeds, and he turns his head to grin brightly at Katsuki.]
Ah!! I did it!!
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Yoosung is adorable. Getting so excited. What's he supposed to do with these dumb, soft feelings anyway?]
Heh. Look at you. A natural.
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Hee, you think so? Or maybe you're just a really good teacher, oppa~
[He can't resist throwing one more oppa out there, even if Katsuki doesn't get it.
...maybe he should make him watch a kdrama with him sometime.]
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I'm the best teacher, actually.
[Until he knows what it means, he'll just... pretend he isn't even hearing it.]
I do tutoring sometimes. Got a kid who should be starting back up here next month who I've been helping since I came to Kaisou. And I've been teaching someone some basic computer shit to repay a favor.
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Yoosung looks interested when he mentions the tutoring.]
You do? I guess we don't talk about school much, huh? It is coming up again soon... [A fact he's not super happy about.] What kinda subjects are you interested in?
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I've been majoring in cyber security. So a lot of my classes are related to that. But there isn't really anything I dislike?
[He is a nerd, Yoosung. A buff, angry nerd with the look of a bad boy.]
You said you're thinking of doing veterinarian work now but what were you leaning towards before?
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[He's never really given much thought to something like Cyber Security. He wonders if that has anything to do with computer hacking.]
Ummm... Nothing? I was kinda just coasting by on whatever... Well, and failing at it...
[He sounds embarrassed and a little self-deprecating, as he moves aside to let Katsuki take over the cooking again.]
Is cyber security like hacking?
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[Katsuki steps back up to take over. Snorting at the question.]
Nah. It's preventing that kind of shit. But you kind of gotta know how it works to prevent it.
[A pause.]
Tried to hack into the Libra app but it didn't work.
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[His eyes widen a little when Katsuki mentions the Libra app.]
Ah, you did? That's really cool! Even if it didn't work... Maybe it's kind of supernatural itself, you know?
[He looks to the ceiling as he thinks, recalling some of the visions he's had so far.]
But I think my other me had a friend who did the same kind of thing... He might have been other me's best friend? I see visions of him a lot. He had red hair and gold eyes, so opposite of you!
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[He listens to Yoosung talk about the memories, curious.]
Yeah? What kind of stuff did you remember?
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[He rattles off the list of things he can remember from his visions so far.]
Mm, I think maybe he also likes to fish? Oh!! And he wears these really unique yellow and black striped glasses.
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