when Katsuki is the horse (Patreon)

I'm writing a fic for that Mushishi AU I've drawn earlier (first and second chapters are posted on AO3 if you're curious) and since the third chapter is getting longer I wanted to add a bit of extra art to it~

here's a little teaser:

He finally makes it out of the forest next to his house and finds the mushi-shi leaning casually against a wooden cart that Eijirou is almost certain belongs to one of the other villagers. Huh. That's not what he expected at all. He's also busy tightening bandages around his hands and he's glad he's not over-looking his injuries but he can't help still feeling a bit guilty about it.

"What's all this?" he asks, noting that the only things in the cart were Katsuki's case and a bag he suspected was his.

"Your fucking ride, get on."

"Why?!"

"I told you, you need to move and I'll move you, come on."

"I can walk!" now Eijirou is a bit insulted, he's not that useless!

"But you're so slooooow, slower than a damn turtle, we'll never make it far enough by nightfall."