"The birth of Katsuki"
Inspired by "Self Control" by Bebe Rexha
So much anxiety, so much frustration, all for one purpose: surpassing the original.
So much pressure and work just to end up freezing in fear at the mere thought of copying the original, simply terrified of always being the pirate copy of what undoubtedly is already extraordinary.
Who is Katsuki? What does he feel? How is it that he expresses himself?
Many secondary questions answered but the main just kept slipping through his hands, like water forever eluding him in his thirst for knowledge.
Just…How does it feel to love but not being allowed to show it? To forever hide an absolute desire for another person in fear of doing the forbidden.
At that moment, over her petite silhouette with their bodies interwoven and her warmth and tantalizing scent so near him, the answer hit him like a heavy mallet slamming against him full force.
For a second, the situation was so overwhelming that he froze, mind going so fast that his body couldn´t catch up until, suddenly, the roles were reversed and, without thinking, his body moved on its own; arms embracing and clinging to that perfectly fitting and complementing female figure, feeling every soft curve and angle that, whole, represented his only desire, his face burrowed so deep in her hair that he could completely inhale the smell of her.
And then, firmly hugging what could only be described as the loveliest being in the world, his mind caught up, arms swiftly releasing their captive and body moving back, to let the biggest revelation of it all befell him "this is the feeling".
His eyes moved to her face, an intensity never seen before taking place in his deep brown looking orbs, and soon his hand followed the path marked by his sight, first softly caressing the smooth skin of her face and then slowly stroking with his thumb her ample and pink lips, half lidded eyes not missing a single detail.
This is the desire…
-Do you have any experience kissing? - He asked with his deep baritone voice watching intently as her expressions adorably morphed from surprise to incredulity.
-N-not r-re-eally – She softly answered, eyes big as saucers and still not processing the current situation in her highly innocent high school mind.
-Would you like me to teach you? – escaped the husky dark desire from his lips with no filter nor shame, effectively terrifying the teenager and, with her clear rejection, breaking the spell casted on his person by the wild emotions holding him so captive that, instead of acting, brought out his true self buried deep within himself.
So, after bullshiting his way out of trouble with swiftness unknown even to himself, he could only reflex astonished how his love for this petite female translated to the different feelings so characteristic of Katsuki, but not the original Katsuki.
These are the feelings…
…Of my own Katsuki.