and will just smiles back sadly thinking that means he was right and "yeah, in another universe"

thinking abt katsuki's tummy..

it starts simple. he’s laying back on your bed, hoodie riding up a little, abs just barely peeking out. you’re curled next to him, cheek against his chest, arms around his waist.

but then you shift lower.

at first he thinks you’re just getting comfy, but then your cheek presses to his stomach, and you let out this soft little hum like you’ve just found your favorite place in the world.

“…what’re you doin’ down there?”

“mm… tummy,” you mumble, totally content.

he stares at the ceiling, fighting demons. his ears are beginning to tint pink.

“the hell does that mean.”

“i love your tummy,” you say, voice muffled. “so warm. so comfy.”

you press a gentle little kiss just above his waistband and he physically short-circuits. muscles twitch. cheeks go red. brain is just static and mush.

“jesus christ,” he mutters, dragging a hand down his face.

but he doesn’t stop you. doesn’t even move. just lays there like a sacrificial lamb while you rub your cheek against his tummy and kiss it again, whispering “i love you i love you i love you.”

“you’re such a freak,” he grumbles.

you grin. “but you like it.”

he covers his face with a pillow and groans. “shut up.”

you kiss his tummy again. “never.”