denki laughs , something light and airy . ❛❛ i know you’re being snide , but you actually have a weird way of hitting the nail right on the head sometimes . sunflowers really are my favorite ! ❜❜
it’s gotten a lot easier to pick katsuki’s mind over the past few weeks , finally finding the line between good intention and aiming to strike a goddamn nerve . this is one of the rarer moments where denki can enjoy indulging in the former , inspired by the extra touch of physical attention to satiate genuine curiosity . he twists in his seat to lean back against the other with a hum .
❛❛ you know that flower festival they have every summer , the one in kiyose ? it’s pretty close to where i grew up , so i’ve been going since i was little ! there’s literally thousands of sunflowers there and they're HUGE . some easily twice my size ! ❜❜ arms fly up to illustrate , careful not to accidentally knock any noses in .
❛❛ but it’s not always sunny during the festival , which is how you come about learning these kinds of things . most sunflowers just face east when the sun’s gone , or some droop down like they’re sad — but the really young ones tend to look to each other for help , kind of like they’re saying , ‘ hey , what’s the big idea ?! ’ . it’s extra endearing when you understand how difficult it is for them to move their heads at all . they have a strange sense of pride . ❜❜
hands come to settle over his belly , elbow leaned on katsuki’s torso as to continue casually invading his space , too . ❛❛ even so , they don’t struggle to trust each other when things get hard . ❜❜ denki then turns his head . winks . ❛❛ or when they’re trying out cute new nicknames for the first time and aren’t sure how they’ll be received by their sunflower boyfriends . ❜❜
There’s always this taut second when Denki leans into him as casually as breathing and Katsuki stiffens in turn, his own breath caught somewhere in his throat. He’s quicker to relax into it now, having learned through their time together that not every touch had to feel like war and that this touch and warmth felt more like coming home. In preparation for all the wild motions Denki tended to articulate his words with, Katsuki leans further back into the bench and watches.
It’s easy to imagine the festival ( even when Katsuki had the chance to see it but insisted on skipping it because it a waste of time ) . Denki described it so giddily and vividly that Katsuki could almost picture a child dwarfed by tall, bright flowers all around him, his hair and eyes sparkling with the same yellow as its petals. Sunspots. Dunce face. Denki.
“Haah. Shuddap. Guess your little sunflower ass found me, huh?” His grin was immediate and toothy. It’d be more accurate to say they were lucky enough to find each other after all the unfortunate events that preceded it, but the prideful, young sunflower he is, he won’t concede that he is anything less than the sun. “Just keep your eyes on me.”
He says this,trailing every little spot on Denki’s face with his thumb, affectionate and haughty. It’s a declaration, as if he was saying each freckle was part of constellation that belonged to him. “If you’re still kickin’ next year, let’s go. Bet my ass there’s gotta be some some dumb flower to suits me better.”
