"She has so much hair," he thought, adjusting her body in his hold. Her arm dangled in the air, "Did she actually pass out? Was she that tired? " He looked at her face; he had never seen her look so relaxed, "Does she still control her blood lust in her sleep? " He held her close to his chest, occasionally glancing at her sleeping face. He entered the dormitory complex and sighed dramatically, "I could be on the way to bed right now." He skipped past his dorm's building and continued down to the guest dorms. The circulation in his arm was cutting due to the awkward placing of her head on his arm. He walked up to the door and tapped it with his foot, knocking. "Is anyone awake? "
"Tsuki?" A voice called out; the door handle jiggled and the door opened, "Oh—it's you..."
Bakugo's eyes lowered at her, "She's out."
Anisa nodded her head and stepped out of his way, "Everyone's asleep already."
"UGH," he thought with a smack of his lips, "my arm hurts."
He entered the house, mumbling to himself. He slipped off his shoes.
"How long did he carry her? " Anisa wondered, smiling as she pulled out her phone and snapped a few photos, "he's a lot cuter when he's not screaming." Anisa fixed her scarf to cover her neck, "Her room is 2-C."
Bakugo looked over his shoulder at her, "I don't know where the hell that is." He walked over to the stairs, "is this dorm different from ours? " He cursed under his breath, "useless Americans."
Anisa literally ignored him and disappeared into the kitchen. Bakugo huffed, climbing the stairs; he looked down at Tsuki's eyebrows, which were slightly furrowed.
He laughed to himself, "she looks like me." He realized the floor was labeled 2. He walked three rooms down and found himself in front of her door. He suddenly felt nervous. His heart beat quickened, "This is ... her room." He awkwardly reached his fingers out and opened the door. He used his foot to open it further. He noticed there was a small lamp lit in the corner of her room, illuminating the room with a sudden homey accent. He smiled, "It suits her."
He entered; he could smell her perfume on the walls of her room. He shut the door with his butt; it slammed slightly. He walked over to her bed and set her down. She made a noise and flipped onto her side; her face angled up towards him. He exhaled slowly. His eyes trailed down her neck to her chest. His gaze caught her skin. Her lower stomach was lightly exposed; her shirt had lifted slightly when he set her down. He lifted his hand; his hand twitched. His ears got hot. Bakugo hunched over, moving small pieces of hair out of her face. He squatted on his knees to get a better view. His heart skipped a beat.
"She's so close," he thought nervously, looking at her shut eyes. His face softened completely, thinking back to her beaten body—the way her body crumbled in front of him; all because he wasn't good enough. His breath hitched. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice so quiet he wasn't sure if he even said it himself. He strained his neck towards her, bumping the tip of her nose with his. He ever so carefully placed a kiss on her lips, careful not to wake her. "I'm going to be better," he gently said against her lips, "I'm going to be the best." He blinked at her, slowly pulling back from her personal space. He admired her for a long moment before pressing his hand on her bed to push himself up. Before he got the chance to turn around, her hand grabbed his wrist.
His heart dropped; his entire body froze, "WHAT THE CRAP? " He felt his face suddenly overwhelmed with heat, "was she awake this entire time—" He slowly looked from the ceiling down at her sleeping body. Her eyes were still shut.
She stirred in her sleep, mumbling something, "Mmmwithmee."
"Huh?" he whispered, sitting on the very edge of her bed, "what?"
She lightly grunted, her eyebrows creased together, "Stayuhwithme."
"Stay with you?" he repeated.
She hummed something and yanked his arm; Bakugo's torso flew forward, "Holy crap—" he thought, catching himself with his hand that smacked against her headboard. He looked down at her, practically hovering over her. He suddenly felt nervous again. Her hand released his wrist and she placed her hand on his sides. A nerve in his back stiffened. Her finger pressed harder, as if trying to force him to the other side of her bed. His face went a shade of red, "Tsuki—what are you doing?"
She made a face at him. The pit in his stomach began to swallow him whole. His eyebrows twitched, "I can't stay here—it's past curfew—" he rambled, "are you even awake?"
She let out a very exhausted beg, "Please."
He flexed his stomach, trying to ignore the unreal level of nerves consuming his body. Her face, when she asked him, was like she was yearning. He found it hard to breathe. He had never seen her look so desperate ever. To even Bakugo's surprise, he obliged. He sat up better and practically threw himself to the other side of her bed. Tsuki hummed half asleep, reaching her arms out toward him. Bakugo's head and upper torso were propped up against her headboard. Tsuki snuggled her head onto his chest, lifting up her right leg and laying it on his upper thigh and pelvic bone.
"Crap ..." he clenched his teeth, "she's literally ..." he looked down at her face, "... all over me." She made a noise in her sleep and cuddled her face on his shirt. "I'll just stay until she's out, out," he thought, "then I'll just leave." Her left arm was under his back, while her right was lightly laying on his chest. He couldn't help but hold her; it felt natural for his hands to do so. One of his hands rested on her back while the other was tangled in the roots of her hair. He gently massaged her scalp with his fingertips. He found himself nodding off, sinking closer to her body as he naturally tried to get into a better sleeping position. He hadn't even realized he was past curfew, or that the bed he was snuggling in wasn't even his.
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Authors note: I dont know chat I dont think I like.
