prismatica | Video. un: Lord Explosion Murder

[Sitting precariously on some indistinguishable balcony outside is a teenager with wild, spiky blonde hair and even wilder red eyes. He scowls into the camera before getting right to it.]

Let me make this brief. I can't stand this shitty place, especially those shitty Moon Knights who act like they're so much fucking better than everyone else just because they swore some oath and they got the right to murder people because of it. Those extras ain't the best! You know who is the best?

I AM!!!

[He stands up on the edge, declaring his statement at the top of his lungs-

"Please sit down, you're endangering yourself and others!"

It turns out he's at some sort of cafe. Katsuki grumbles something about not being told what to do and sits back down, biting into the straw of his frappe before continuing.]

Listen up you extras, and followers of extras, and single celled organisms. I'm going to murder that exam for joining the Moon Knights, and then I'm going to murder all the villains, and I'm going to show all the whiny losers who think we're to be feared who they should be really fearing, because it sure as hell ain't the rest of you.

JUST WATCH YOUR NEW LORD EXPLOSION MURDER RISE UP TO THE RANKS AND OWN THIS SHITTY PLANET, EXTRAS, AND FOLLOW IN MY FOOTSTEPS IF YOU GOT THE GUTS!!!

["I need to ask you to leave."]

Fuck!

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Your memory, then. Anyway the midterms were months ago at this point, no matter how you're counting, right?

...Whatever! I'm still older than you!!!

Exactly my point. I didn't think memory started to go this early...

[He is absolutely just fucking with Katsuki now. Sorry.]

[He just growls, irritation building. God, he just wants to...shove him against a wall and-]

Then explain your crap memory, Icy Hot!

[And maybe he wouldn't exactly mind being shoved against a wall. What a weird feeling.]

Probably the childhood trauma.

[Is he joking? Is he not? Honestly, it's kind of hard to tell.]

[Katsuki rolls his eyes, but he does turn and tries pulling Shouto down a little to kiss his scar.]

You're fucking obnoxious.

[Out of all the things he could possibly be expecting Katsuki to do in response to his flippant answer, what Katsuki actually does isn't even on the list. He's caught off-guard enough that the other boy has no trouble at all pulling him down, and there's no denying the warmth that floods through him at the brief touch of lips against scarred skin.]

You've got shitty taste.

[The words are a little distracted and definitely softer than he meant for them to be, but how can he be expected to not react after a gesture like that?]

[Katsuki expects his skin to be rough- and it is. But everything else about him is so goddamn soft or silky, that it works. The unguarded, small affectionate smile on his face when he pulls away drops like a lead weight in his stomach when Shouto makes that comment.]

Hey. My taste is fucking phenomenal.

[He likes everything about him, even the parts that piss him off, and he leans in to press his lips on Shouto's this time, his hands still cupping his face and curled around his scar.]

How am I supposed to kick your ass when you say shit like that?

[He'd meant it as a joke, honestly, and there's a flash of regret that floods him as he spots that small smile on Katsuki's face that quickly drops away. He doesn't want that. He wants more smiles. More looks like that, just for him.

He's ready to say something else, to try and change the subject, but then Katsuki does something that surprises him even more. Here they are, in public; the street is quiet, but it's by no means deserted, and here's Katsuki kissing him like that with a softness that almost makes him ache.

He's quiet for a moment, returning that kiss despite his surprise. And afterwards, he lifts a hand to touch the back of Katsuki's, cupping it to his cheek for a moment.]

Dunno. But I'm sure you'll find a way. It's one of the things I like about you.

[This time, at least, the warmth in his voice is obvious.]

[It's not like Katsuki gets embarrassed by the public, but he is a private person. He doesn't want to air his personal life out to the world and he usually doesn't care about anyone else's. Right now though, screw the public. Shouto's expression and the way he holds his face, something Katsuki wouldn't let most people live after doing, is more than worth it.]

You like it when I kick your ass?

{The dubious laughter in his voice is light.]

I'll have to do it more often.

I like it when you try.

[There's almost a hint of a laugh in his voice in response, and he flashes Katsuki a small, quick smile before he leans in once more for a brief kiss before pulling back, hand dropping to take Katsuki's in his own again. They were on a mission to deliver boba to Prismom, after all.]

Didn't take you to be a sore loser.

[He starts to make a face. Is he sulking? But then Shouto does that thing with his face that makes his world stop and he looks to the side stubbornly. Yeah. Prismom deserved better than soggy boba tea, after all.]

Only literally, sometimes. Fighting you is always a workout.

[He doesn't mean for it to sound so flirty, but there they are. This is just life now.]

It's supposed to be, that's why it's figh- Oh.

[Oh damn. Katsuki gives up. Shouto has done the impossible. You win this round. He shuts his eyes, more like clenches them shut, hiding his face in his palm.] I'll kill you.

I know.

[There is literally no reason those words should sound that fond but they absolutely do. And how is he going to savor this victory? By sneaking a final kiss (for now) to Katsuki's cheek while he's hiding his face.]

So you want to come train with me this weekend?

[The noise Katsuki makes definitely isn't anything longing. Not at all. And yet he moves closer to Shouto, certain he's practically melting at this point. Why is he melting?]

Yeah. Whatever. Training. Shut up.

Video. un: Lord Explosion Murder

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