[He won't ask Yuji to explain his mind. Izuku and All Might both tried to and Katsuki was left giving them weird looks. They come from such different worlds, when the blonde has grown up in a life relatively devoid of tragedy, grew up thinking he was all that and had "enough" to become the strongest hero, though never willing to settle for "enough" when it came to getting stronger. Yet that was always for himself, because he wanted to get stronger and gain recognition and fame. Less about wanting to be stronger for other people. Perhaps that's where a large disconnect lies between Katsuki and Yuji, Izuku, and All Might.
It was only until later, this past year, that the arrogant little brat began to realize that being a hero meant things beyond himself. Yeah, he knew heroes saved people, heroes had to carry the image of strength... but fighting for someone else, being willing to die for someone else... nope. Not when he walked into U.A. like the grumpy all that Katsuki thought he was.
Now, it's different. He'll never be the same as Izuku or Yuji when it comes to sacrificing so instinctively. But he knows what it means to fight for someone else. To sacrifice part of yourself simply because you don't want someone you care for to hurt. And no other reason. Yuji's one of those people. He'll never accept the idea that Yuji's just some cog. He's just some role. He's a human who plays a role in society, they all do, but he's still fucking human, and comes before that role in Katsuki's mind.
When Yuji's hand falls away, Katsuki catches it in his own, unwilling to let them break connection for a little bit longer. It's almost instinctive, thumb running over his red-skinned knuckles. If he does puke, it'll mostly be water now.]
I'm not gonna make you clean up after me. [How dare, Gari Head. The offered arm and embrace get a grumpy look on instinct, but Katsuki pushes himself up and into the assistance, legs wobbling for a second until he leans against Yuji. Better...] If I ever got drunk, it'd probably feel like this.
[It's hard to even walk straight so Yuji's gonna be his support.]
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It was only until later, this past year, that the arrogant little brat began to realize that being a hero meant things beyond himself. Yeah, he knew heroes saved people, heroes had to carry the image of strength... but fighting for someone else, being willing to die for someone else... nope. Not when he walked into U.A. like the grumpy all that Katsuki thought he was.
Now, it's different. He'll never be the same as Izuku or Yuji when it comes to sacrificing so instinctively. But he knows what it means to fight for someone else. To sacrifice part of yourself simply because you don't want someone you care for to hurt. And no other reason. Yuji's one of those people. He'll never accept the idea that Yuji's just some cog. He's just some role. He's a human who plays a role in society, they all do, but he's still fucking human, and comes before that role in Katsuki's mind.
When Yuji's hand falls away, Katsuki catches it in his own, unwilling to let them break connection for a little bit longer. It's almost instinctive, thumb running over his red-skinned knuckles. If he does puke, it'll mostly be water now.]
I'm not gonna make you clean up after me. [How dare, Gari Head. The offered arm and embrace get a grumpy look on instinct, but Katsuki pushes himself up and into the assistance, legs wobbling for a second until he leans against Yuji. Better...] If I ever got drunk, it'd probably feel like this.
[It's hard to even walk straight so Yuji's gonna be his support.]