Tough Winter (pt.2)

Finally an update for the Winter AU thing I made a while ago! You can check it here in case you missed it :3 this was somehow so hard to color, I really liked their faces but no coloring matched what I had in mind. This is the result anyway. 

These are just random moments of their living together, where they keep secretly looking at each other but don't feel ready to deal with their emotions yet. I'm also adding a bit of what I wrote, even tho I'm not very enthusiastic about my writing so just enjoy it for what it is ahah 

Be aware that at the end it gets a little spicy, in preparation for the next part. Because yes, they will not talk about feelings but they'll happily get naked if the time is right.

The next update will have the nsfw page I made 👀

CW: idiots in love

The following days pass with the same routine, Katsuki can’t do much but rest. At least he is back at eating normally again. Deku resumes his work on his books and training of his magic. They stay in silence most of the time, and sometimes it feels like there is nothing wrong between them.

The most interactions they have are the times Deku needs to clean the wounds. They are healing surprisingly well and fast, his potions have become much more efficient. Deku won’t admit it but it’s the thing he looks most forward to all day, to sit so close to Katsuki and be able to touch him. It makes him feel at peace to have the proof that he is alive. And real.

After all he has spent almost two years alone in a cabin in the woods, it’s no surprise if sometimes he had lost himself a bit too much in his imagination.

Katsuki sits quite patiently while he works on the patches, Deku is well aware of his gaze on him the whole time.

They haven’t really tried to talk to each other again after their argument, but Deku is starting to feel the need to have that talk again. He feels maybe he does owe Kacchan an explanation. Leaving with just a letter behind was probably not enough. He wouldn’t have been content with it either, wouldn’t he. He knows he would have done anything in his power to go look for Katsuki too.

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Three weeks go by.

Katsuki doesn’t need much help anymore, he is still a bit stiff but nothing that can prevent him from helping around in the hut. He is still occupying his bed, but now he is also in the mood to complain about it being a tiny ass bed and his feet poking out of it.

The winter is going to be long and with not much else to do in the hut Katsuki has resumed carving wood statuettes and other small objects. Deku finds himself looking at him work so often, those strong hands and rough fingers working around the objects with ease.

They both know there is tension between them. There are too many things unsaid, and it’s causing  them to hold back on all the other feelings too. Whenever their shoulders or hands brush together or whenever Deku checks Katsuki’s shoulder and abdomen there is that strange energy again.

It all comes down to the second night of a huge snow storm. The door is stuck because of the snow since the previous morning and even with the fireplace constantly going the temperature has dropped drastically. Deku barely had any sleep, constantly awakened by his own clattering teeth.

That night something else wakes him up.

“Deku, get in bed.” Katsuki was hovering over him, still wrapped in a thick blanket. “Don’t be an idiot, you will die of hypothermia.”

“N-no, Kacchan. It’s okay, go back to sleep. I’ll be fine.”

“Fine my ass. I can hear your teeth from up there. Come on.”

Deku finds himself on his feet in an instant, Katsuki’s strong arm around his waist, encouraging him to move up the stairs. Oh, he is so warm. Katsuki has always been a furnace. How inconvenient to not be able to take advantage of it.

When his back hits the bed he almost starts to cry. He missed it, he missed it so much. But right now what he misses more is the warm touch around him, the weight of their bodies pressed together just like a few seconds ago.

Katsuki is pulling the blankets over him when Deku grabs his sleeve and pulls him down to his side. He can feel Katsuki tensing, he is still considering moving away and to go lay down at the side of the bed.

“Let’s share. We will freeze if we don’t.” Deku says, and he means it but he also feels like it’s a lame excuse.

Katsuki hesitates for a second but then simply says: “Yeah. Okay.”

Katsuki finally relaxes next to him, he sits up just to fix the blankets and furrs over them, then lays back down facing the ceiling. Deku is lying there in the same way, their shoulders touching. They can hear the wind howling and the roof cracking ominously. But it’s all mild noise compared to the loud thumping of their hearts in their chests. This is the first time they have been so close for so long since they have reunited.

Deku is still shivering out of control. It will take some time for that to stop. He can’t resist turning his head towards the man lying beside him. But when he does, Katsuki is already looking at him. The room is dark, there’s only a timid light coming from the fireplace below, but it’s enough for them.

Deku shifts tentatively to lay on his side, now he is facing Katsuki and he doesn’t know if he should hope for him to do the same or to turn on the other side. Deku hears him release a long shaky breath. After some minutes the bed dips a little and Katsuki is facing him too. There’s not much of them sticking out of the blankets. There’s just a bit of space between their faces which is where their breaths mix with the cold air of the hut.

Deku hears the light fumbling of covers and then a warm hand is on his cheek. It’s soft and oh, so warm. Deku’s eyes close for a moment. He is still shivering when he brings his own hand over Katsuki’s, his eyes fluttering open once again.

It’s because they are freezing. That’s why he places a shy kiss on the palm of his hand. And that’s why said hand slowly caresses down to his neck, and then comes to rest around his nape, holding up there with a solid grip. And it’s why his own hands slide on the other’s shoulders and pull him in.

It’s because they are freezing that their mouths clash and hungrily drink each other whimpers like it’s their first sip of water after days in the desert.

The heat of Katsuki’s body is almost overwhelming now in contrast with the one of the smaller shivering man. Wherever he touches he feels shivers running down Katsuki’s spine too but nothing seems like it will stop him from devouring every millimeter of Deku’s skin. They moan in each other’s mouth when strong hands grab his plush ass and push their laps together.

He missed touching Kacchan. So fucking much. His presence, his rough manners, his soft touches. He wonders how he has managed to survive this without him by his side, without his eyes on him looking so deep in his own he is afraid he might see all that it’s going through his mind.

Deku can feel how hard katsuki is against his thigh, so he lets his fingers slip past the waistband of his pants and grabs his cock at the base, giving a tentative pull. Katsuki lets out a strangled noise, a mix between a moan and hiss, eyes closing for a second.

“Cold ass fingers you have, freckles.”

Deku smiles against his neck, where he moves to gently nibble below his ear. “Want me to stop?”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

And like that his lips are captured again in another heated kiss.