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Katsuki’s regretting this already.
Not because he doesn’t trust Todoroki to actually cut his hair nicely. He already knows he won’t, he’s already accepted that fact.
But because Todoroki is close. Very close. Bordering on too close. Which is saying something because Katsuki aches when Todoroki’s not around.
He’s close enough that his breath fans over Katsuki’s lips from where he sits on his knees opposite of him on the floor, Katsuki’s knees spread just enough for Todoroki to fit comfortably between them.
He’s currently got one hand on Katsuki’s chin and he hums as he tilts his head from left to right, eyeing his bangs like a personal challenge.
And Katsuki is absolutely mesmerized by him.
Since their second year, Todoroki had stopped shying away from expressing himself and he’s only become more open as he’s gotten older. It’s not something that happened overnight. In fact, it took a long, long time for Todoroki to be comfortable enough to smile so wide that his eyes squinted almost completely closed.
And even now he’s not as expressive as most people but Todoroki’s always been easy for Katsuki to read, the slightest twitch of his lips or narrowing of his eyes was enough for Katsuki to discern exactly what he was thinking or feeling. Not that he’s bragging or anything. Because who would brag about knowing the Todoroki Shouto so well.
He’s totally bragging.
So yeah, Todoroki’s close, bordering on too close and he’s got this look in his eye that he only seems to get around Katsuki and Katsuki may or may not be able to pull his eyes away from where Todoroki’s teeth sink into his bottom lip, wondering what it would feel like to bite it himself.
It’s only when Todoroki’s lips pull into a smirk is Katsuki able to drag his gaze from Todoroki’s pretty mouth and that’s when he finds Todoroki staring right at him, expression gleeful and mischievous.
Katsuki watches in real time as Todoroki lowers his gaze to Katsuki’s own mouth before raising his eyebrow at him, as if in challenge.
Desire slows his limbs as Katsuki carefully takes the scissors from Todoroki’s hands that have long forgone pretending to cut Katsuki’s hair and none too gently tosses them aside before he’s taking Todoroki’s face in his hands and kissing him.
Immediately Todoroki’s kissing him back, clambering into his lap and humming against his lips as Katsuki wraps his arms around his waist, pulling him even closer.
Katsuki runs his tongue along the seam of Todoroki’s lips in permission and Todoroki opens easily, already tilting his head to deepen their kiss.
And Katsuki learns exactly what it feels like to bite Todoroki’s bottom lip for himself.
“I’ve never done that before,” Todoroki pants out sometime later, thumbs stroking over the scar on Katsuki’s face who watches him like he holds all the secrets to the universe. Todoroki stares at Katsuki through his lashes and holds him in reverence, touch as nice as his kisses were.
“Me neither,” Katsuki admits, vulnerable and open under his touch. He’s never kissed anyone– never been with anyone–because he’s only ever wanted Todoroki.
What’s that saying about the turtle and the hare?
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” Todoroki muses, nosing along Katsuki’s cheek before pressing his lips to the smattering of freckles on his tan nose.
Katsuki huffs at the feeling and holds Todoroki even tighter, opening up completely for him.
“How long?” Katsuki asks as Todoroki makes his way down his entire face.
“Sports festival,” He mutters against Katsuki’s lips and Katsuki can feel his smile and it does something to him.
“Hah! I beat you,” Katsuki gloats, pausing briefly to press a kiss of victory to his wandering lips. “Try our first meeting.”
Todoroki pulls back in shock and gapes, mouth falling open as he stares at Katsuki wide eyed, who watches him back with adoration and amusement.
Yeah, he’s liked Todoroki since he first saw him. What about it?
“I can’t believe I could have been kissing you since first year.” Todoroki bemoans once his shock has worn off and he presses his forehead to Katuski’s before shaking his head in despair, shaking Katsuki’s head in the process, who barks out a laugh.
“Don’t worry about it, Shou.” Katsuki says between laughter, pride welling in his chest as Todoroki– Shouto flushes over the use of something as simple as his first name. “We have the rest of our lives.”
“Really?” Shouto asks enamoured.
“As if I’d ever wanna do this without you.” This being hero work, movie nights, kissing, life.
Shouto smiles wide enough that his eyes squint almost closed and he rises onto his knees from where he sits in Katsuki’s lap, now towering over the still seated man.
“Kiss me again, Katsuki.”
“Gladly.”