on top of you / k. bakugo
katsuki absolutely loves it when you sleep on top of him
the afternoon sun filtered through the dormitory curtains in soft strips of gold, the kind that made everything feel slower, quieter. like the world itself was taking a breath after the chaos of the day.
training had been brutal. even by u.a. standards, today’s session had wrung every ounce of energy from the students. endurance drills, strategy simulations, you name it all. and by the time everyone dragged themselves back to the dorms, most of them looked ready to collapse.
you were no different. your limbs felt heavy, your muscles still humming with exhaustion as you shuffled into your room, barely managing to kick your shoes off before dropping onto your bed with a tired groan. the mattress dipped under your weight, cool sheets against your warm skin, and you stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment, letting the quiet settle into your bones.
a nap sounded heavenly. just a short one, no, thirty minutes or maybe an hour—before you had to deal with homework or dinner or whatever else the evening had planned.
your phone buzzed beside you just as your eyes began to flutter closed. the contact name made the corner of your lips lift instantly.
katsuki :3 is calling…
you answered lazily, voice soft with fatigue. “yeah?”
on the other end, his voice came out rougher than usual, like he’d also just collapsed somewhere. “what’re you doing?”
you shifted on your bed, turning onto your side and tucking the phone between your ear and shoulder. “was about to take a nap,” you murmured honestly. “training drained all of my life.”
there was a brief pause. you could practically hear the way his brain worked during that silence—quick, decisive.
“…i’m coming over.”
you blinked. “huh? wait—katsuki—”
but the call had already ended.
you stared at your phone for a moment, confused but too tired to question it too much. if he was coming, he was coming. it wasn’t exactly unusual for him to barge into your room unannounced anyway. with a quiet sigh, you adjusted your pillow and closed your eyes again, the distant sounds of the dorm hallway fading into a sleepy blur.
a few minutes later, your door clicked open.
katsuki stepped inside without hesitation, closing it behind him with a soft push of his foot. his hair was still slightly damp from a quick shower, ash-blond spikes a little messier than usual, and he wore nothing but a loose black shirt and sweatpants. he looked tired—shoulders relaxed in that rare way they only were when he was around you—but his sharp red eyes softened immediately when he saw you curled up on the bed.
you were already half-asleep.
your arm was draped over your pillow, breathing slow and heavy, clearly seconds away from drifting off completely.
“hmph,” he muttered quietly to himself, though there was no real annoyance in it.
he crossed the room in a few strides.
the mattress dipped as he climbed onto the bed beside you. before you could fully process what he was doing, strong hands slid beneath your arms and waist. you let out a small, confused sound as the world shifted—suddenly lifted, repositioned.
“katsuki—?”
your eyes opened just enough to see him settling against the headboard, back propped up against the pillows. Then he pulled you down with him.
your legs ended up on either side of his waist, straddling him loosely while both of you leaned back into the mattress. his arms wrapped securely around you, one hand resting against your back as if anchoring you there. your chest rested against his, your head naturally falling against his shoulder.
it was surprisingly comfortable.
warm.
safe.
your sleepy brain struggled to catch up. “what are you doing…?” you mumbled, voice thick with drowsiness.
you shifted slightly, about to climb off him, embarrassed now that you realized the position you were in.
but katsuki’s arm tightened immediately.
“stay still.”
his voice was low—firm, but not harsh.
you paused.
“you said you wanted to sleep,” he added, glancing down at you.
“…yeah,” you admitted.
“then sleep.”
you frowned faintly, still half-asleep. “but i’m… on top of you.”
“yeah,” he said bluntly. “and?”
you blinked at him, confused by how normal he seemed about it.
when you tried to move again, his hand slid up to the back of your head, gently pressing your face into the crook of his neck.
“quit thinking so much,” he muttered. “just rest.”
the warmth of his body seeped into yours. his steady breathing, the soft rise and fall of his chest beneath you, the comforting weight of his arms—it all wrapped around your tired mind like a blanket.
your resistance lasted maybe five seconds.
“…okay.”
within minutes, your body completely relaxed against him. your grip on his shirt loosened, breathing evening out as sleep finally claimed you.
katsuki felt the exact moment you drifted off.
your muscles softened, your head growing heavier against his shoulder as you unconsciously snuggled closer. he let out a quiet breath.
“yeah,” he murmured under his breath.
this was exactly why he came over.
carefully, he shifted just enough to grab his phone from his pocket without disturbing you. one arm remained wrapped firmly around your waist while the other held the device up lazily. a random video played quietly on the screen—something dumb that kaminari had sent earlier—but katsuki barely paid attention to it. however, he made sure that he sent an insult to the group chat.
because most of focus stayed on you.
every now and then his eyes flickered down, watching the way your lashes rested against your cheeks. the faint crease between your brows slowly smoothed as sleep deepened. your hand had curled loosely into the fabric of his shirt, knuckles brushing against his collarbone.
you looked so peaceful.
training days were always hard on you, he knew that. you pushed yourself just as much as anyone else—sometimes more. seeing you like this, completely relaxed, trusting him enough to fall asleep so easily…
it did something weird to his chest.
katsuki shifted his phone to the side for a moment.
his free hand moved almost automatically, fingers threading gently through your hair. not enough to wake you—just a soft, absentminded motion.
“tch,” he muttered quietly, though his voice lacked its usual bite.
he could feel all of you. from how your legs were tangled around his waist, down to the thought of your full weight resting on him.
and yet—
he wouldn’t move you for anything.
instead, he leaned his head back against the headboard, one arm still wrapped securely around you as if you might disappear if he loosened his grip.
a few minutes passed.
then ten.
then twenty.
the video on his phone changed nine times before he realized he hadn’t actually watched any of them.
his attention kept drifting back to you. the way you shifted slightly in your sleep, pressing closer. the soft puff of breath against his collarbone. the faint warmth spread through his shirt where your cheek rested.
a small, almost invisible smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“...we should do this more often,” he muttered under his breath.
the truth was, katsuki absolutely loved it when you napped on top of him. he loved the quietness you provided. loved knowing you felt safe enough to fall asleep like this. loved the way you instinctively curled into him like he was the most natural place in the world to rest.
his fingers continued absentmindedly brushing through your hair as he leaned his head slightly against yours.
and even an hour later, when his phone battery finally dropped to ten percent and the afternoon sunlight faded into evening—
he still didn’t move.
—
evening crept into the dorm slowly, the golden sunlight fading into softer shades of orange and pink that stretched across the walls of your room. the air had cooled just a little, the quiet hum of the building settling as most students were either resting, studying, or beginning to wander toward the kitchen for dinner. inside your room, however, nothing had changed much.
you were still fast asleep on top of katsuki.
your body had shifted at some point during your nap, legs now more loosely tangled around his waist while your head rested fully against his chest instead of his shoulder. your cheek was pressed right over his heart, and if you were awake, you might have noticed how steady and strong it sounded beneath your ear. one of your arms was lazily draped across his torso, fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt like you were afraid he might disappear if you let go.
again, katsuki had not moved.
not once.
at first, he had been perfectly fine with it—more than fine, actually. this had been his whole idea. but after nearly an hour and a half of being pinned under you, his arm had started to go a little numb, and his back wasn’t exactly thrilled with the position either.
still, he refused to shift.
because every time you stirred slightly in your sleep, pressing closer to him with a small sigh, it made his chest tighten in a way he couldn’t quite explain.
he also managed to charge his phone using your charger and now it rested loosely in his hand, screen dimmed after he had stopped scrolling through it a while ago. at some point he had given up pretending he was doing anything other than watching you sleep.
“tch,” he muttered quietly under his breath.
you're really that tired, huh?
your breathing was slow and even, warm against his shirt. a few strands of your hair had fallen across your face, tickling his chin whenever you shifted slightly. he watched you for a moment longer before carefully lifting his free hand.
his fingers brushed the strands away from your face. the gesture was surprisingly gentle for someone like him.
you stirred slightly at the movement, nose scrunching faintly as you shifted against him. katsuki immediately froze, muscles locking up as he waited to see if you would wake up.
but you didn’t.
instead, you made a soft, sleepy sound and somehow managed to snuggle even closer. your arms tightened around him. your face buried deeper into his chest.
katsuki’s ears turned red instantly. “…oi.”
he glanced down at you like you had personally attacked him.
“you’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?”
of course, you didn’t respond.
you were completely unconscious.
after a moment, he sighed quietly and leaned his head back against the headboard again. his hand returned to your hair, fingers absentmindedly combing through the soft strands while his thumb occasionally brushed against your scalp.
it was quiet, peaceful even.
and katsuki may not fully admit it, but he liked this a lot more than whatever the hell everyone else was doing downstairs.
his gaze drifted toward the door when faint laughter echoed somewhere down the hallway. probably kaminari or mina being loud again. normally, katsuki would’ve gone out there just to yell at them.
but not today.
he looked back down at you.
your face was relaxed in sleep, lips slightly parted, completely unaware of how comfortable you looked curled against him. his hand paused briefly in your hair.
“…you’re too damn trusting,” he muttered.
hot that he’d ever do anything to break it. if anything, the way you trusted him like this only made something inside him tighten protectively.
another thirty minutes passed.
at some point, katsuki’s arm had shifted slightly under your back so you wouldn’t roll off him. his hand rested there now, large and warm, fingers spread comfortably against your side. your breathing has changed just a little—lighter now.
you were starting to wake up.
katsuki noticed immediately.
your lashes fluttered faintly, and your grip on his shirt tightened for a second before loosening again. you shifted, legs adjusting slightly around his waist.
“…mmm.”
your voice came out soft and groggy. your head moved just enough for you to blink slowly against his chest.
the first thing you registered was warmth.
the second thing was the steady rise and fall beneath your cheek.
your brain took a moment to catch up. then your eyes widened slightly.
“…katsuki?”
his voice came from above you, calm and slightly rough. “took you long enough.”
you lifted your head just enough to look at him. his red eyes stared back down at you, expression completely neutral like there was nothing unusual about the fact that you had been sleeping on top of him for hours.
“how long was i asleep?” you murmured, still clearly half-dazed.
“a while.”
“…you didn’t move?”
“no.”
your brows knit together slightly in confusion. “why not?”
katsuki scoffed quietly. “because you were sleeping, dumbass.”
you blinked at him. then your face slowly warmed when you realized the position you were still in. you were literally sprawled across him. your legs were still on either side of his waist. your arms are still loosely around him. your face immediately flushed.
“katsuki—baby, why didn’t you wake me up?!”
he rolled his eyes, though there was the faintest hint of amusement in them.
“why the hell would i do that?”
your embarrassment only grew.
“i’ve been laying on you the whole time!”
“and?”
you stared at him, baffled.
“and you’re probably uncomfortable!”
katsuki simply shrugged one shoulder.
“…wasn’t that bad.”
that was half a lie, but he wasn’t about to admit that his arm had gone numb twice.
you looked at him suspiciously for a moment before slowly relaxing again. your body sank back against him slightly, the last traces of sleep still clinging to you.
“…you’re weird,” you mumbled softly.
“shut up.”
but his hand returned to the back of your head anyway, gently pressing you back against his chest when you tried to sit up again.
you blinked in surprise.
“what are you doing?”
“still tired, right?” he muttered.
you hesitated. “yeah…a little."
“then stay.”
your heart skipped slightly at how casual he sounded about it. katsuki glanced down at you again, his expression softer than usual.
“…come one, babe. i don’t mind.”
and judging by the way his arm tightened slightly around your waist—
he really, really didn’t.
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