[While Yoosung does have an automatic dishwasher, Katsuki had just sort of started without asking about it, sooo... This is fine. It's pretty nice, actually.]
Is that fair? They're my games, so I might have more experience playing them~
Sure! I can do that. Mm, we can play a racing game, or a fighting game...
[He'll start describing some of the ones he has while they finish with the dishes.
He's not even sure what he'll ask for as a reward if he wins. He's definitely not ready to ask for a kiss and risk running his closest friend off! And asking for a hug might seem weird as a reward, but they could probably laugh it off pretty easily?]
[Katsuki has no idea what to ask for if he wins. He's just having fun. But he picks out a racing game. Something lighthearted they can have fun with.
Once everything is put away, Katsuki settles in with him to play the game. Just relaxing and enjoying himself. He taunts Yoosung every time he's in the lead and mock-threatens every time Yoosung overtakes him. By the end of the fourth game it's two to two.]
This is it. Get ready to go down! I'm gonna kick your ass!
[Perhaps surprisingly considering the game he's most addicted to being competitive, Yoosung himself is not aggressively competitive.
He's relaxing and enjoying himself too, over-dramatically whining whenever he's losing and Katsuki taunts him, but he cheers and takes the mock-threats in the same spirit that they're given, often snickering at them whenever he takes the lead.
By the time they're all tied up and on their final game, Yoosung concentrates hard, tongue between his lips as he focuses in on the screen silently, taking this one very seriously.
He immediately jumps up from his sitting position the instant he's the first through the final finish line, arms in the air though still silent even as he's grinning. He's not trying to rub the loss in Katsuki's face, but he is clearly excited about his win.]
You think I'm scared of a damn hug?? Bring it in, asshole!
[Yoosung has definitely found the trigger. Katsuki moves closer, wrapping his arms around Yoosung. It's kind of awkward and a bit too tight. He doesn't do a whole lot of hugging. But hey, he's trying.]
[There's no such thing as too tight for Yoosung, so at least there's that. His own embrace is less tight but still close and warm, and he nuzzles into Katsuki's shoulder and sighs. It's a happy sound, though he ends with a thoughtful hum and a pout that Katsuki probably can't see.]
[Yoosung loosens his hold easily when Katsuki moves, taking a step back himself before dropping his arms. He rubs one of his own arms a little sheepishly, but he's smiling. (And blushing, but that's hardly new.)]
Yeah. I had fun! [Despite the crying interlude in the middle of their evening.] You can come over whenever, you know. I always like hanging out with you. And the girls like you, too~
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Competitive. You're good at games right? Gimme a challenge. If you can beat me best two out of three, you can pick a prize.
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Is that fair? They're my games, so I might have more experience playing them~
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[He's such a menace and he knows it. But he thinks either way this goes it could be fun.]
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[He'll start describing some of the ones he has while they finish with the dishes.
He's not even sure what he'll ask for as a reward if he wins. He's definitely not ready to ask for a kiss and risk running his closest friend off! And asking for a hug might seem weird as a reward, but they could probably laugh it off pretty easily?]
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Once everything is put away, Katsuki settles in with him to play the game. Just relaxing and enjoying himself. He taunts Yoosung every time he's in the lead and mock-threatens every time Yoosung overtakes him. By the end of the fourth game it's two to two.]
This is it. Get ready to go down! I'm gonna kick your ass!
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He's relaxing and enjoying himself too, over-dramatically whining whenever he's losing and Katsuki taunts him, but he cheers and takes the mock-threats in the same spirit that they're given, often snickering at them whenever he takes the lead.
By the time they're all tied up and on their final game, Yoosung concentrates hard, tongue between his lips as he focuses in on the screen silently, taking this one very seriously.
He immediately jumps up from his sitting position the instant he's the first through the final finish line, arms in the air though still silent even as he's grinning. He's not trying to rub the loss in Katsuki's face, but he is clearly excited about his win.]
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Ugh... alright. Okay. What do you want?
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Umm... can I have a hug?
[Considering Katsuki was comforting him earlier, it's probably not too much to ask actually, now that he really thinks about it?]
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[Of all the things to request...]
What, are you touch starved?
[I mean he has definitely noticed Yoosung is always all over him. So that seems like a legitimate explanation.]
I promised you a prize so if that's what you want. Just know you can't change your mind if it sucks.
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[Is Katsuki going to take this as a challenge again?
Yoosung just holds out his arms like he's expecting Katsuki to initiate the hug himself.]
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[Yoosung has definitely found the trigger. Katsuki moves closer, wrapping his arms around Yoosung. It's kind of awkward and a bit too tight. He doesn't do a whole lot of hugging. But hey, he's trying.]
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'M not an asshole, though.
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...kinda nice?]
...yeah. I know.
[A few moments pass. Katsuki almost turns his face to press it into Yoosung's hair.
Instead he steps back.]
It's getting late.
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Yeah. I had fun! [Despite the crying interlude in the middle of their evening.] You can come over whenever, you know. I always like hanging out with you. And the girls like you, too~
[The girls being Hana and Rika, of course.]
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[Teasing. But also the level to which Yoosung seems to like him still kind of blows his mind? In a good way. Makes him feel warm inside.]
Might take you up on that.