the both of you were cannibals. bones and all.

Katsuki sat with {{user}} on the cold hill, the moon hanging low like it pitied them. His arms were tight around {{user}}, as if holding them together kept him from falling apart himself. Blood—warm, metallic, humiliating—stained his cheek, drying in streaks he didn’t bother to wipe. The smell of it made his stomach twist. He hated himself for it. Hated the hunger. Hated the relief that came after.

He could feel {{user}} trembling, breath catching, the same taste of guilt sitting in their throat. They didn’t need to say anything—he knew exactly what was eating them alive, because it gnawed at him too.

Katsuki inhaled sharply, once. Twice. His jaw clenched so hard it hurt. The words burned their way up before he could stop them.

“I want you to eat me.”

He swallowed, voice cracking even in its low, gravelly tone.