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“It’s bullshit.”
“It’s… not complete bullshit?” Katsuki sent a withering glance over his shoulder, but Tetsutetsu didn’t seem terribly bothered. “I mean, we were getting loud!”
“We were only yelling at each other, and it was only because you bet you could eat more fucking breadsticks than me and then started hoarding them like some kind of coward! We didn’t do anything wrong!”
“We didn’t pay for the food,” Tetsutetsu pointed out, and Katsuki shrugged it off.
“They kicked us out before we even ordered anything, it’s their problem.”
Tetsutetsu was uncharacteristically quiet for a moment. Katsuki took a second to notice, but when he glanced over to his - boyfriend? Date. Date was a better word for what they were right now. He had to push past that thought, though, because his date had an odd look on his face.
He was smiling.
“What’s so funny?” Katsuki pressed him, frowning. Tetsutetsu gave him a look like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“Nothing!” he said quickly, but he couldn’t keep the happiness off his face. Katsuki opened his mouth, about to offer a rebuke, but Tetsutetsu wasn’t one for keeping quiet long. “I - I dunno, man! I’d rather fight with you than have a perfect first date, you know?”
“What,” Katsuki said flatly.
“I mean - I don’t like you because, like, fancy reasons? I like you cuz you get my blood boiling. I like butting heads with you, it makes me feel…” He trailed off and scratched his head with a puzzled expression. “I dunno. But it’s good, you know?” he finished, shooting Katsuki a proud, toothy grin.
God dammit.
“You’d rather fuckin’ fight with me than eat a good dinner,” Katsuki said quietly, and despite himself, he found he was quite charmed.
“Not like I need one now,” Tetsutetsu replied, seeming to miss the more nuanced aspect to Katsuki’s question. He patted his stomach, looking a little uncomfortable. “Too much bread, man. Ow.”
Katsuki felt an odd sort of warmth in his chest. He wasn’t sure what to do with it, or how to express that feeling to Tetsutetsu, or even whether he should.
So he half-heartedly shoved Tetsutetsu’s shoulder. And Tetsutetsu, competitive as he was, shoved him back a little harder. And their hands were on each other, now, and Katsuki, for once in his life, wasn’t exerting a hundred and ten percent - in fact, whatever effort he was putting in petered out pretty quickly once he was facing Tetsutetsu with both hands braced on his shoulders, looking up into his wide black eyes and hearing a rush of blood in his ears.
He had an impulse, then, and he had never been wild about holding himself back - but unfortunately, it seemed Tetsutetsu had had the same idea.
They clashed together painfully, Katsuki’s mouth half-open so that he felt Tetsutetsu’s lip make contact with his teeth. He pulled back very quickly, looking away, feeling - flustered, and frustrated, and as if his heart was going to pound out of his chest.
“Fuckin’ dumbass,” he muttered and turned away to walk quickly up the road, and after a moment he heard heavy, familiar footsteps racing to catch up with him.
“Is that the best you got?” Tetsutetsu chided him, and Katsuki found himself smiling despite his mingled feelings of humiliation.
“Fat chance,” he spat, still looking resolutely away even as Tetsutetsu whooped and tucked his arm around Katsuki’s shoulders.