Sleepless nights aren’t uncommon in the UA dorms, especially not for Bakugou. Often he dreams of black mist or dark, sickening sludge, and when he wakes it’s with his palms sweating for a fight and with All Might’s name on his breath. He knows it’s not his fault, he knows it was going to happen anyway, he knows—but sometimes he can’t stop the fear from playing itself over and over in his head.
Kirishima’s next door, on the other side of the room surrounded by all his weird manly slogans and stupid flame patterned shit, and that’s enough to ground Bakugou.
He remembers his hand, how firm it had felt in his own. How it’s the only hand he’d ever reached for without feeling the fire of his wounded pride, and how things had only gone down ( up? ) hill from there.
He rolls out of bed and into his slippers before leaving his room. He shuts the door behind him, the latch clicking into place and he turns, only to see Kirishima leaving his room, like he’d known or something.
Bakugou feels his heart start to pound and he looks away, hands finding the inside of his pockets. He isn’t scared, just embarrassed and he doesn’t feel judged, just caught out. It’s pretty obvious that he had been about to head into Kirishima’s room looking for—what? Companionship he guesses, companionship from the only person he can fully say he actually likes and wants to be around; the guy he’d somehow ended up dating, whose presence he values more than he’s ever valued anyone. To the point that it sometimes scares him. And Kirishima…?
Bakugou’s gaze finds the darkened floor, brow drawn into a frown as he speaks, “The fuck’re you goin’?” // @sturdywilled
It’s one of those nights again— the kind where he’s tossing and turning, unable to settle as all-too-familiar insecurities and feelings of severe self-doubt start to creep in the longer time drags on. It’s well past midnight when Eijirou finally concedes defeat to the fact that sleep won’t be coming anytime soon and, in a bid to distract himself from the poisonous thoughts plaguing him with a vengeance, he drags himself out from under the sheets pulled tightly up to his chin and stumbles blindly from his room without bothering to turn on a light.
Right now, all he wants is to crawl into bed beside his boyfriend and hopefully find respite listening to the sound of his heartbeat. It’s a corny aim, admittedly, but Bakugou’s presence is incredibly soothing when dark thoughts refuse to be kept at bay.
He steps out into the darkened hallway with a stifled yawn, the slight chill in the air chasing a shiver down his spine that’s cut short when he notices the familiar shadowy figure lingering outside his boyfriend’s door. Bakugou’s gravelly voice cuts through the still silence, and Eijirou feels his shoulders slump with wordless relief. Just hearing him speak is enough to send his insecurities fleeing to whence they came, completely forgotten as he shuffles towards his boyfriend, folding his clammy hands against his stomach.
“ Uh... I was comin’ to see you, I guess...? ” Eijirou says with an air of hesitancy as he shifts from foot to foot, ever so slightly self-conscious in the wake of his admission. Perhaps it’s not the manliest confession he’s ever made, but it’s the truth— he’s tired of lying awake in bed, alone and lost in a sea of self-deprecating thoughts. Seeking Bakugou’s company was a natural, albeit selfish, reaction. However, he wasn’t quite expecting to find Bakugou already awake, and an even more selfish part of himself is glad over such a fact.
He clears his throat, adding vaguely with a shrug, “ Couldn’t sleep. So... ” A small, crooked smile pulls at the corners of his mouth ( not that Bakugou sees with his gaze directed towards the floor ) as he steps closer, fingers reaching out to curl around one of his boyfriend’s wrists and gently tug his hand out from his pocket. His movements are tentative, bordering on shy as his grip slackens and his fingers effortlessly find the spaces between Bakugou’s, his gaze helplessly drawn to the shape of their interlocked hands.
“ I know it’s kinda late, but d’you wanna grab a snack or somethin’? Seeing as we’re both awake. ” Eijirou murmurs after a pause, peering curiously up at his boyfriend’s downturned face through his lashes. Something warm and stupidly fond sinks into his chest as his eyes dance over his boyfriend’s slouched figure, his fingers squeezing gently at the hand clasped within his own.
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