#i googled the effects of nitro poisoning for this and kiri's gonna be fine just nauseous and lightheaded and feeling dumb

[scarlet-traveler]

Touch #50!

Touch #50: putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up

Sorry for the delay, hope you enjoy it!

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Contrary to popular belief, Katsuki enjoyed listening to Eijirou talk.

Normally he wouldn’t want to listen to anybody say a single word because 90% of what any of his classmates said was fucking useless, and the same could be said about the stuff that Eijirou spouted, but it was also…different. Like the random stories about rocks found and dogs pet and failed cooking mattered.

The crush Katsuki had been harboring for the redhead since Kamino may have contributed to this opinion. Maybe. Possibly.

He still maintained that everything Eijirou said was important now that they were dating, and he’d gladly lay on his bed, head in his lap while Eijirou’s hand played in his hair as he prattled on about who-knows-what, his voice vibrating the air and Katsuki’s whole being, setting as a cozy warmth in his chest.

Today, however, Katsuki was debating whether or not to rip Eijirou’s lips off his face so that he couldn’t say another word for the rest of his life.

“Have I told you how pretty you are?” Eijirou said, fucking blatantly and without shame as he stared at Katsuki across the little table in his room with a dopey smile, elbow propped on the tabletop and fist holding up his hand.

Katsuki’s ears burned, and his grip tightened on his pencil, but he resolutely kept his gaze down as he glared at the study guide he was preparing. “Only about seven fucking times today.”

“Then let’s make it eight!” Eijirou cheered as if Katsuki’s heart wasn’t racing in a clear threat on his life. “Because you’re so pretty, Kats, the prettiest guy I’ve ever seen in my life. Did you know that your eyes sparkle when you get excited? They were sparkling when you beat Midoriya’s time during training today.”

The heat spread to Katsuki’s face, and he whipped his head up to glare at Eijirou. “The fuck, my eyes don’t sparkle!” Yeah, he’d been happy when he’d done better than Deku, but sparkling eyes? Fuck that.

Eijirou just grinned wider, the asshole. “They totally did, dude. And they sparkle all the time! Like when the class compliments your food when it’s your turn to cook, or when you find new All Might merch at the mall, or when you pass a test even though you’re too smart to ever get so much as a B.” His smile, his whole demeanor, then turned softer as he locked eyes with Katsuki, and the amount of love in his expression made him sharply inhale.

“They were sparkling this morning too. You looked at me as soon as you woke up, and you had the sweetest smile. You didn’t even try to hold it back like you usually do! You were just so adorable Katsuki, I swear-”

Katsuki couldn’t take listening to this anymore. He felt like his quirk had transferred to his face and it was about to explode it was so hot, so he did the only thing he could think of. He reached out, slapping a hand over Eijirou’s mouth; the loving look in his eyes disappeared as they went wide, blinking owlishly at Katsuki. “Ei, I love you, but I swear if you don’t shut the fuck up I am going to blow your face off. It’s like you’re trying to kill me, asshole.”

Eijirou fortunately took Katsuki’s threat to heart, not saying a single word as he blinked again. But then his eyes glinted, making Katsuki tense as he braced himself for whatever he could say next. Instead of words though, he felt Eijirou’s mouth open behind his hand, and something wet ran along the length of his palm.

Katsuki immediately yanked his hand back with a noise of disgust, wiping it off on his pants as he sent Eijirou an affronted glare. “Did you just lick my fucking hand?!”

“Yep!” Eijirou’s smile made it evident that he was particularly proud of himself for that stunt, as if it wasn’t a move for five year olds. “Knew that would make you move.”

“And did you know that you just licked fucking nitro?”

“Duh, I know what your quirk is.”

Katsuki just gave him a look, and he steadily watched the realization dawn on Eijirou’s face, pride slowly morphing into horror. “Oh.”

“Yeah, idiot. Congrats, you just poisoned yourself.” Katsuki got up and hauled Eijirou to his feet by the arm before dragging him to the door. “Now let’s get your dumbass to Recovery Girl before you pass out on me.”

“It’s not actually that bad, is it?” Eijirou asked, voice shaky.

Katsuki looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. “You wanna find out?”

Eijirou picking up the pace and dragging him along was answer enough.

Turns out Katsuki had been right; halfway to the main building Eijirou started getting sluggish, his face turning a little green, and by the time they made it to the nurse’s office Katsuki was practically carrying him inside. Neither had the courage to answer honestly about what had happened under Recovery Girl’s scrutinizing gaze. Katsuki was definitely too embarrassed to bring everything up.