Hit Me Where It Hurts

Up close, the eyeliner is lethal. It frames Shouto’s eyes just enough to make them burn brighter, sharper, like they’re cutting through the dim light instead of reflecting it.Katsuki’s brain empties.Shouto takes a breath. “I need a favor.”Katsuki blinks. “What kind of favor.”“I’m sorry,” Shouto says quickly, words tumbling out like he’s afraid of hesitating. “I’ll make it up to you.”Katsuki opens his mouth.Shouto kisses him instead.Or, Katsuki is pining, Shouto is desperate to escape his father's expectations and kisses him.