[ Not gentle, cognizant. Aware, perhaps to his own detriment, how love can break someone just as easily as it can remake. He made a promise to himself, not aloud, but in the depths of his heart that he would never be the cause of that kind of pain again. The kind that destroyed someone from the inside out. He would rather be alone than experience that again, the breaking of someone else he loved, delivered by his own hand.
But this isn’t that. He’s made sure of it. When Allen left, Shouto did not go after him. Could not no matter how much he missed him. Instead, he threw himself into new projects. Spending more time with Kizu, the koi. The hunters. Anything to keep him from crushing someone else.
His hands slip into his hair, an anchor of sort. He holds him gently, pressing his chest closer to that hand. When he breaks the kiss to breathe, he lets his lips trail against jaw again. Down his neck. Following that placid order to the letter.
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But this isn’t that. He’s made sure of it. When Allen left, Shouto did not go after him. Could not no matter how much he missed him. Instead, he threw himself into new projects. Spending more time with Kizu, the koi. The hunters. Anything to keep him from crushing someone else.
His hands slip into his hair, an anchor of sort. He holds him gently, pressing his chest closer to that hand. When he breaks the kiss to breathe, he lets his lips trail against jaw again. Down his neck. Following that placid order to the letter.
Do that again.
And so he does, gentle and unhurried. ]