[Katsuki gets him to sleep one way or another. Sorry, Denki, but no more late night video game romps with Hanta and Eijirou (unless he goes over to their place and stakes out). Well, Katsuki's not unreasonable, so there are late nights that happen. He's not a big gamer though, so Denki might have to cajole him into playing. At which point he's annoyingly skilled and competitive. Go figure. But tonight, Katsuki makes sure Denki gets to sleep and will sleep in.
He stays up, however, watching over Denki's sleep and dealing with his own thoughts. Not nightmares, but the reality of what happened, possibility of what might've happened, flashback to being kidnapped himself and the feelings that passed through his mind because of it... Katsuki berates himself for not catching Denki sooner, despite knowing there was no way he could've foreseen the event happening. He knows it's a risk of their lives, but... the amount of responsibility he feels for Denki's safety remains. This is the man he loves, the one he's eventually going to promise at an altar to forever take care of him. Katsuki can't go fucking losing him to some shitty kidnappers!
Denki's sleep isn't empty. He was worried about that. Should've gone another two rounds or so... Katsuki can only stay beside him, keeping his arm around him and his hand stroking through his hair. Hoping to calm him with presence alone. Only when Denki calms does Katsuki finally let himself sleep for those remaining hours.
By the he hears the toilet flush to alert him Denki's up, Katsuki's out in the kitchen, making a late breakfast / early lunch. Call it what you will. He's dressed in a pair of dark green camouflage-print boxerbriefs and a black tanktop. Sometimes he'll wear shorts instead, but this morning's seeing underwear. Denki comes out and Katsuki glances to him.]
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He stays up, however, watching over Denki's sleep and dealing with his own thoughts. Not nightmares, but the reality of what happened, possibility of what might've happened, flashback to being kidnapped himself and the feelings that passed through his mind because of it... Katsuki berates himself for not catching Denki sooner, despite knowing there was no way he could've foreseen the event happening. He knows it's a risk of their lives, but... the amount of responsibility he feels for Denki's safety remains. This is the man he loves, the one he's eventually going to promise at an altar to forever take care of him. Katsuki can't go fucking losing him to some shitty kidnappers!
Denki's sleep isn't empty. He was worried about that. Should've gone another two rounds or so... Katsuki can only stay beside him, keeping his arm around him and his hand stroking through his hair. Hoping to calm him with presence alone. Only when Denki calms does Katsuki finally let himself sleep for those remaining hours.
By the he hears the toilet flush to alert him Denki's up, Katsuki's out in the kitchen, making a late breakfast / early lunch. Call it what you will. He's dressed in a pair of dark green camouflage-print boxerbriefs and a black tanktop. Sometimes he'll wear shorts instead, but this morning's seeing underwear. Denki comes out and Katsuki glances to him.]
Phht. Your hair looks like fucking Eyebags'.