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late night calls with katsuki are everything to you.

sure, you’re the one doing most of the talking and yapping, but he’s got his pillow under his cheek, eyes half-lidded as he listens with an honest smirk of content. when you say things that usually get reactions, he huffs under his breath against his sheets. no matter how much he complains that he wants to sleep, katsuki listens to what you have to say because he knows it’s a lot by the end of the day. you always have a story to tell him.

“…and then i told him, if he ever touched my food again, he’d lose his damn fingers.” you say, staring angrily at the ceiling while recalling when one of your classmates tried to take a swipe of your food earlier that day.

“mm. asshole.” he grunted.

you stood quiet for a few moments, wondering if he was drifting off to sleep.

you wanna call for him, but you let yourself sink into your blankets. it was late and you should probably be going to bed. you took this chance to get real close to your phone and whisper. “good night, katsuki.” you say. when you get no response, you smirk like the idea came into your head all of a sudden.

“i love you,” your voice is low but deliberate in delivery. you shut your eyes out of embarrassment when he doesn’t say it back and you snort.

he doesn’t say it much, and you don’t either, but there are moments like this where you just can’t help it. when you’re far from each other for too long, it gets unbearable.

you hear shuffling, and then a groggy, slight muffled “nnm love you too…” into his pillow. it’s like he didn’t even register what he said before he said it.

Peanuts - March 12, 1959