37. a kiss on the cheek that turns into a kiss on the lips
can be read as a continuation of thisandthis, or independently :-)
normally, katsuki would be in bed by 8pm, arms bare in his favourite pyjama tank top tucked into a worn pair of checkered trousers, ready to knock the fuck out.
normally, katsuki would do anything and everything he could to keep to the strict schedule he’s set for himself – sleep by 8, wake up at 5, gym, breakfast, go to work – being a pro-hero meant that indulgences are rare and time is always precious, so routine is important to him.
normally, katsuki doesn’t let anyone interrupt this routine of his. if his mom texts at 8.15pm, well, too bad. he’s dead asleep.
but your relationship with katsuki is anythingbut normal.
which is why you find yourself tucked into his side at 10pm on a Friday night – way past his bedtime – all comfy and cosy in your pyjamas while Zootopia plays on your television.
you watch as the light from the tv casts colourful shadows across his face. despite katsuki’s perpetual frown, you could tell he was relaxed – chest rising and falling slowly as he leans his weight comfortably into your side – and it fills you with satisfaction knowing you’re probably one of his select few who gets to see him like this. when he’s not stained with dust and soot. when the space between his eyebrows remain uncreased and smooth.
when he’s more katsuki than he is dynamight.
a niggling sense of fondness tugs at your heartstrings and you smile to yourself. if you told third-year you that you’d be watching Zootopia with katsuki now, sharing a bottle of cold-pressed fruit juice without beating each other up or cussing each other out, you’d probably laugh and leave.
but by some strange twist of fate, here you are – not quite friends, but not quite lovers either – caught in a playful in-between that is fascinating and challenging all the same.
and this realisation has you pushing yourself up with a hand on his thigh, dropping a quick kiss on the apple of his cheek, before settling back into the crook of his arm.
the air shifts. you wait with bated breath.
katsuki cups your cheek and tilts your face towards his to kiss you properly on the lips – quick and simple, but filled with emotion and truth. he pulls away with a quick swipe of his tongue across your bottom lip, tasting like smokey bits of burnt caramel and buttery popcorn.
when you opened your eyes, you couldn’t help but stare, entranced, by the slightest hint of a smile that graced his lips.
“stop staring at me.”
the hand cradling your cheek moves to cup your jaw while his thumb brushes against your bottom lip. with that very same hand, katsuki turns your head back until you are facing your television once more.
“and focus on the damn movie, shrimpy. they’re about to catch the night howlers.”
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for the @drarrymicrofic prompt “heartstopping” (T, 400 words) for @coffeedrgn87, who requested that this “heartstopper business” be “drarrified for [their] reading pleasure so [they] can have a meltdown over gay crisis harry” I hope this works.
Harry checked that none of their classmates were around before hovering his hand over Draco’s upturned one. His magic gathered in his fingertips, reaching out for Draco’s. It sparked, energy sizzling between them and waking Draco.
“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” He yawned, looking soft in the glow of the fire, so cuddly.
“It’s okay,” Harry managed, swallowing around the confession that had been caught in his throat for weeks.
“You missed out on all the party games.” Draco pulled his hand back, picking at the chipped black nail polish on his thumb.
“I didn’t want to play anyways.”
“We could play something, just us?” He looked up hopefully at Harry. Merlin, I am so gone for this boy.
“Sure.”
“Truth, No Dare?”
They started out tame, skirting around heavier topics, until Harry recognized the opportunity for what it was and gathered his courage.
“Your turn,” Draco said.
“Okay, erm. Do you have… a crush?” Harry stared into the flames, nervous to hear Draco’s answer.
“Yes,” Draco whispered.
Harry whipped his head around. “Who?”
“Not what you asked.” Draco smirked.
“No fair!” Harry jumped on Draco, tickling him through the ratty t-shirt he’d stolen from Harry the week prior.
“No, Harry! Please!” Draco begged, giggling.
Harry stopped, realising that he was straddling Draco. They were both breathing heavily.
“Which… girl do you have a crush on?” Draco asked quietly, staring up at Harry.
“Who… said it was a girl?”
Draco’s eyes widened. “Boy?”
Harry’s breath hitched. No going back now.“You?”
“Is that a question?”
“No, I mean… you. I have a crush on you.”
Draco froze.
Fuck. Harry scrambled off Draco’s lap. “It’s stupid, forget I said anything—”
Draco cut him off with a kiss, cupping his cheeks so he couldn’t escape. Harry reciprocated after only a moment’s hesitation, Draco’s lips soft and sure against his own.
Draco pulled away. “I like you, too, idiot. I didn’t know if you were gay.”
Harry’s mouth curled up on one side. “I think I’ve slowly been coming to terms with maybe… being bisexual? There’s this blonde git—”
Draco swatted his chest. “A very handsomeblonde git, I’m sure.”
“Veryhandsome,” Harry agreed. He paused, staring too long at Draco’s smile before deciding fuck it and leaning in to kiss him again. He could’ve sworn a breeze kicked up in the room, swirling around them, pushing them closer together. Magic.
