“Kacchan?” Taking a deep breath, Izuku stepped closer, feeling the man’s arms come up to wrap around his waist. “I-I—” By then, he was pressed against the bare, firm chest. Katsuki was so close that he could practically feel the man’s heartbeat, its speed and ferocity just as powerful as his own. Katsuki stepped forward, backing the Prince against the wall, trapping him within his embrace. Their faces were inches apart as Izuku rose up onto his toes, each of his movements hesitant and shy.