"Wouldn't dream of it," Katou said. But maybe now he'd be dreaming of something other than the war.

Fuck. No. Kyouya was not his type. Not. His. Type. Sure, he was tall, and dark, and calm, just like the other boys that Katou was attracted to, but he... Oh god. Kyouya was his type.

He took Kyouya's shoulders, but after a minute or so, he said "Would you mind taking off your shirt?"