[It's partially for him? Katsuki doesn't really want to do it under the normal room lighting. (It's harder to see a flushed face when it's darker.) Still, with the dimmer light and the faint glow of the LED speakers behind Izuku, the blonde's getting a little more of that 'rave' feeling mixed with a private show. The music, the motions, the slow shuck of clothes baring a body he's only seen half-naked in any intimate setting (shower sightings don't count). This is special. Izuku's special. Their time together is special. It's only taken Katsuki a long time to realize it. At least now he's able to try and make up for some of that.
So much for the C grade. Red eyes linger on the other boy's motions and body without a hint of distraction. Wavering between admiration and predatory. The lack of proper stripper clothes only make this more visceral and real for him as well. (Look, even if Izuku changed, what exactly would he be changing into? A suit, just to get tugged out of it?) Katsuki has zero regrets with jumping the other boy. Even if that stupid t-shirt's there to try and interrupt the moment. "Chill" shifts to "enticing" and he's drawn to it.
Thank god it's not 27 fucking veils or something. Katsuki wouldn't have the patience for that. Not for his costume either, even if he's caught himself looking more often then not when Izuku unzips his costume from the back and peels it off his shoulders. The scars on his skin, the muscles beneath his flesh, the angle of his shoulder blades, the round of his shoulders, where had once been a skinny little nerd had transformed into a proper young hero with experience marks all over him. Shirt hem's a good place to start.]
502 Bad Gateway. 502 Bad Gateway. 5 times. Ugh.
So much for the C grade. Red eyes linger on the other boy's motions and body without a hint of distraction. Wavering between admiration and predatory. The lack of proper stripper clothes only make this more visceral and real for him as well. (Look, even if Izuku changed, what exactly would he be changing into? A suit, just to get tugged out of it?) Katsuki has zero regrets with jumping the other boy. Even if that stupid t-shirt's there to try and interrupt the moment. "Chill" shifts to "enticing" and he's drawn to it.
Thank god it's not 27 fucking veils or something. Katsuki wouldn't have the patience for that. Not for his costume either, even if he's caught himself looking more often then not when Izuku unzips his costume from the back and peels it off his shoulders. The scars on his skin, the muscles beneath his flesh, the angle of his shoulder blades, the round of his shoulders, where had once been a skinny little nerd had transformed into a proper young hero with experience marks all over him. Shirt hem's a good place to start.]
Suits you right now.