[At least for right now, Izuku can't parse that expression that Katsuki gives him as anything more than what it ususally is. His normal brand of derision towards most people, but him above all else. That doesn't stop the way he smells from being so intensely tantalizing to him all of a sudden that he can hardly sit still. He could never smell things so vividly as this before, and if he ever...felt this way, it was never this intense.
Never so intense that he wanted to pounce Katsuki right here and now, in the center of the classroom.
He bites down hard on the inside of his own thumb to stifle a whimper at the thought before he has to pull his hands away and down when he notices Aizawa looking at him. He's lucky the teacher doesn't say anything or call attention to him, because he's not sure how he would have been able to explain himself, then.]
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Never so intense that he wanted to pounce Katsuki right here and now, in the center of the classroom.
He bites down hard on the inside of his own thumb to stifle a whimper at the thought before he has to pull his hands away and down when he notices Aizawa looking at him. He's lucky the teacher doesn't say anything or call attention to him, because he's not sure how he would have been able to explain himself, then.]