The Mechanic- K.Bakugo x reader

The dorm hallways were quiet, the usual hustle and bustle of students winding down for the night. Y/N was dressed in her comfy socks and slippers, a hoodie pulled over her head, with her hands tucked into the sleeves as she walked down the corridor, the small item clutched in her hand. Bakugo's notebook. She'd borrowed it to help him with something, but now it was time to return it.

She stood in front of his door for a moment, debating whether she should just leave it outside or knock. It wasn't like she had any reason to stay... though, she kind of wanted to. She could already picture him in there, probably lounging around, doing whatever he did in his own time. The thought made her smile, and with a deep breath, she raised her hand to knock.

Knock knock.

The door creaked open a few moments later. Bakugo stood there, looking as gruff as ever-his messy hair a bit more tousled than usual, a faint scent of whatever cologne he wore lingering in the air. His sharp eyes softened for just a moment when he saw her, and he stepped aside, jerking his head toward the inside of the room.

"What?" he grunted, though there was a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"I've got your notebook," Y/N replied, holding it up with a raised brow. "Relax. I'm not here to cause trouble."

"You've caused plenty before," he muttered, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. "What, just drop it and leave?"

Y/N shrugged, her voice feigning nonchalance, though her heart was pounding just a little. "Could've, yeah. But here I am."

Bakugo rolled his eyes but gestured for her to come in. "Whatever, just don't take forever."

She stepped in, her socks sliding softly against the hardwood floor. His room was typical for him-minimalist, with just the essentials. It wasn't messy, but it wasn't exactly organized either. The TV was playing a movie quietly in the background, paused at some action scene, and Bakugo didn't seem to be paying much attention to it.

"So," Y/N started, trying to fill the silence. "You're really watching this crap?"

Bakugo didn't even glance at the screen. "It's just background noise. Not like you'd understand the importance of it anyway."

"Right, right," she teased, rolling her eyes as she took a seat at the edge of his bed, her socks making soft squeaking noises on the floor as she shuffled over. "I'm sure it's very important."

He sat down next to her, and they both fell into an easy silence, the quiet hum of the movie and the occasional faint sound of traffic from outside filling the air. Y/N was almost about to leave when she found herself unexpectedly leaning into him, her head naturally finding its way to his shoulder. The movie was so loud, she figured he wouldn't notice anyway. Besides, he wouldn't mind, right? It was just a casual hangout.

Her eyelids fluttered, her head becoming heavier as she tried to stay awake, but she couldn't help it. Bakugo's shoulder was warm, and for once, everything felt calm. She was already halfway to dreamland when Bakugo stiffened slightly.

"...What the hell are you doing?" His voice was low and half-grumbling, but it wasn't harsh.

Y/N blinked up at him, her face flushed. "Uh, nothing? Just trying to get comfortable."

"Whatever," he muttered, his arm instinctively moving to rest behind her shoulders as she continued to lean against him.

A few minutes passed, and without even realizing it, she'd fallen asleep. Bakugo glanced down at her, clearly surprised. Her breathing was slow and steady against his neck, and for some reason, that just made everything feel... different. He shifted slightly, considering for a moment whether he should move her.

But then, after a few moments, he sighed, muttering a curse under his breath. Slowly, he reached over to pull the blanket up from the end of the bed. Carefully, he shifted her body so she was laying down instead of leaning on him, tucking the blanket around her with a gentleness that wasn't typical of him. He stood up briefly to turn off the TV and lights, then crawled back onto the bed beside her. He hesitated but decided to lay next to her.

Just... a few minutes.

But the warmth from her body was almost too much. She was close-too close-and her breath against his neck made it hard to focus. His thoughts drifted away from sleep as he tried to ignore the soft sensation of her presence beside him.

"Damn it," he muttered to himself.

A few moments later, his eyes finally closed, and sleep overtook him.

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It wasn't long before the soft light of morning filtered through the curtains, and Y/N stirred first. Her head felt heavy and-wait-she blinked her eyes open.

She was on her side, her face resting against Bakugo's chest. His arm was wrapped securely around her waist, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. Her stomach flipped. She held her breath for a second, unsure of how to move without waking him.

Then she shifted just a little.

Bakugo made a low sound in the back of his throat, his eyes still closed as his arm instinctively pulled her back in.

"Where you goin', princess..." he muttered sleepily, voice gravelly and barely above a whisper.

Y/N froze. Her heart stuttered.

Princess?

Her eyes widened slightly as she looked up at his face, still soft with sleep. He wasn't awake-at least not fully. His eyes were shut, brows relaxed, lips parted as he mumbled something else under his breath and settled closer to her again.

She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling like an idiot.

Her heart thudded a little louder in her chest. For a second, she almost let herself believe he meant it. But she could tell-by how his breathing stayed even, how his grip on her wasn't tight but familiar-that he wasn't really conscious of what he was saying.

Still...

She let herself linger in the moment a few seconds longer before gently starting to move again.

This time, when she shifted, Bakugo's arm slipped from around her waist, and he barely stirred. She sat up quietly, staring down at him.

Flushed and flustered, she whispered to herself, "...You're not even awake and still manage to make things complicated."

Then, not quite able to help it, she tucked the blanket back over him before sliding off the bed, her socks making no noise against the floor as she tiptoed out of the room-heart still racing.