Katsuki lets the connection idle as he faces the window again. It feels as if it's only been a few days since Yuji left a similar message in his head, bringing with it a rush of emotions the sorcerer's probably feeling right now. When Yuji knocks on the door, the automated function kicks in and slides its panel open with a gentle hiss. Evening glow fills the room with a warm orange, highlighting Denji's sleeping form on Katsuki's bed. His disappearance at midnight did nothing to help his boyfriend's trauma, nor the long hours through that dark time until Katsuki reappeared in the morning light. Took him all day to calm Denji down until he was able to sleep again.
A bowl of half-eaten rice with toppings fills the room with a savory, spicy flavor, mingling with the pot of tea warming over Katsuki's portable burner on his desk. A strange picture of peacefulness, but the kind suggesting not everything's all right in the scene.
He moves away from the window to face his best friend, baring a collection of new and oldscars. The wounds on his chest and right arm still look relatively fresh. Only a week or so old, with stitching and staples visible and bandages half done. But perhaps most telling is when Katsuki moves, his right arm stays dangling at his side. Fingers not twitching, muscles still, his limb once shattered and torn apart, now together but useless.]
Hey Yuji.
[His rough voice is quieted for obvious reasons. Seeing Yuji again... his best friend... god, there's so many thoughts and feelings right now.]
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Katsuki lets the connection idle as he faces the window again. It feels as if it's only been a few days since Yuji left a similar message in his head, bringing with it a rush of emotions the sorcerer's probably feeling right now. When Yuji knocks on the door, the automated function kicks in and slides its panel open with a gentle hiss. Evening glow fills the room with a warm orange, highlighting Denji's sleeping form on Katsuki's bed. His disappearance at midnight did nothing to help his boyfriend's trauma, nor the long hours through that dark time until Katsuki reappeared in the morning light. Took him all day to calm Denji down until he was able to sleep again.
A bowl of half-eaten rice with toppings fills the room with a savory, spicy flavor, mingling with the pot of tea warming over Katsuki's portable burner on his desk. A strange picture of peacefulness, but the kind suggesting not everything's all right in the scene.
He moves away from the window to face his best friend, baring a collection of new and old scars. The wounds on his chest and right arm still look relatively fresh. Only a week or so old, with stitching and staples visible and bandages half done. But perhaps most telling is when Katsuki moves, his right arm stays dangling at his side. Fingers not twitching, muscles still, his limb once shattered and torn apart, now together but useless.]
Hey Yuji.
[His rough voice is quieted for obvious reasons. Seeing Yuji again... his best friend... god, there's so many thoughts and feelings right now.]
Don't wake him up.