Katsuki stands next to Kariage as he lays on the floor. He looks down at him, trying to figure out if he's actually not ok or just being a dramatic baby.
He gets his answer when Kariage points at his head and asks for "a kiss to heal his boo-boo."
"I'll give you a kiss if you get off the fucking floor." Katsuki pulls at his boyfriend's sleeve lazily.
The black haired boy sighs, reluctantly leaving his spot on the marbled tiles. "Your the one who put me there in the first place."
"Yeah well you tried to push me first." Katsuki gives him his kiss on the forehead so Kariage can quit bitching.
Kariage smiles at him. A soft, sugary kind that makes Katsuki's insides melt. Suddenly their lips are pressed together momentarily. It's small, barely even a peck. But he can feel his heart thump wildly before swooning dangerously into the zone of affection.
Before he knows it, Kariage has already taken a picture of his droopy smile.
He's feels to fuzzy to get mad at him right now though, so he'll force him to delete it later. Kariage grins at him.
"Katsuki."
"Hm?"
"I fucking love you."
His eyes pop, if he had a mirror he would think they were gonna pop out of his skull. A red hot blush overtakes his face. He doesn't know it, but Kariage loves the way it pairs with his red eyes. The floor seems so much interesting now. Has the marble always looks so marble-y?
He taps his foot. One tap left foot, double tap left foot, one tap left foot, triple tap right foot, then triple tap left foot.
He doesn't look up then either, can't see the way Kariage lights up. But he knows. Knows it from the way he pulls him in and wraps his arms tight. Like if Kariage lets go, he'll never get to hold him again.
Then of fucking course Ozawa has to interrupt it. The old ass man has never experienced romance cause he's too fucking ugly to ever have anyone be interested in his gray locks and saggy wrinkles. The motherfucker looks like he could have been the founding father of the dinosaurs.
"No PDA! I don't care what you do in your free time, but do not touch each other while on school time!" He bursts the door open, clearly agitated. The duo tear apart from the scare.
But in true KariKatsu fashion, they've never liked being told what to do. In response, Kariage air hugs Katsuki. Katsuki can't fucking see it, but the bastard hovers his hands over his ass.
"I'm not touching him"
He leans in hazardously close, hovers chapped lips over Katsuki's soft ones, "still not touching him" he taunts in a singsong voice staring right at Ozawa. Wiggling his fingers that are still positioned near his ass. This time, Katsuki sees it. That earns him a kick to the shin.
"Oof!"
Ozawa rolls his eyes at the way Kariage crumples to the floor.
"You two have had years to grow and learn that your actions hold repercussions. I'll be having a talk with both of your principals, and report you two. I promise you that your field trip privileges will be revoked." As if he can fucking do that! ...can he do that?
Once Mr.Ozawa is done with his bitching, he storms back into the room. The two don't follow him, complaining loudly.
"What the fuck do you mean revoke my privileges!? Your not even my teacher! You can't fucking do that!"
"You don't even have proof that we were even doing anything!"
Mr.Ozawa doesn't even turn back and shuts the door behind him.
