SYNOPSIS: katsuki comes to you after wisdom teeth removal
A/N: HEAVILY inspired by @rengoatku and their work is reblogged on my blog <3
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it was 12:46 PM when you got a text in the class 1-A group chat:
denki kaninari: has anyone seen bakugo? we lost him
“lost him?” you thought to yourself, “how does a person lose another person?”
your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on your door. you sigh and get up from your desk to go answer it.
assuming it’s denki or kirishima, you open the door and immediately answer the question they asked in the group chat: “no, i haven’t seen him—”
you stopped when you saw who it was at your door.
katsuki bakugo.
a very groggy and out-of-it bakugo. his cheeks were chubby and his mouth was filled with gauze.
“katsuki, what are you doing here?” you asked.
instead of answering, he just walked by you to go lay on your bed, making himself at home. you watched him as you contemplate why he’s at your dorm high as a kite.
“my teeth hurt,” he said, his words slurred.
“that’s right. i forgot you had your wisdom teeth surgery today.”
he nods in response and gives you his best pouty face.
you laugh.
“don’t laugh at my pain.” he turns to look at you. “cuddle me instead.”
“why would i cuddle you, katsuki?”
he groans as if the answer is obvious. “to comfort me.”
you sighed and walked to him. “katsuki, the boys are looking for you. they’re worried about you,” you say gently.
“i don’t want to be with the boys. i want to be with the girl.” he pointed at you. “my girl.”
my girl? how many painkillers is this guy on?
you crossed your arms. “your girl?”
he nodded. “mhm my girlfriend who i love so much.”
your eyes widen.
you squat down so your face to face with him. “katsuki, we aren’t dating.”
he squints. “yes we are. i love you so we’re dating.” he tries to smile, but you end up just being faced with bloody gauze.
“okay, close your mouth.” you gently guide him to close his mouth as much as he can. “katsuki, you’re high on pain meds, you have no idea what you’re saying.”
“yes i do. i love you.”
you playfully roll your eyes and stand up to grab a blanket from the corner of your room. by the time you turn back around to face him, he’s sleeping. you lay the blanket over him and kiss him on the forehead.
ever since the battle between ua and afo you’ve slept with your head against bakugou’s chest to hear his heartbeat
because you’ll never forget that day when your tears blended with the rain as your body laid silent against his, hoping, waiting, for any sound that he was alive
it was the most agonizing ten minutes of your life as the heroes around you scrambled for some kind of plan
even when edgeshot fixed his heart you didn’t move
so now out of habit, every night you shift on top of him, your ear against his chest, making sure his heart is still beating
and some nights it still brings tears to your eyes when you hear it beating, scared that if you don’t do this it might stop.
——-
he gently wraps his arm around you, his hand brushing against your nape and down your back again
“i promise m’ not goin anywhere sweets”
you bury your face in his chest, tears stinging your eyes and all you can do is muffle your words
“sh—shit!” you squeal, holding your legs to your chest as you pant and moan, eyes rolling in your head and the wind knocked out of you. “oh god—“
“shh,” katsuki shushes, lips brushing against yours. “just me and you, birthday girl,” he groans, fingering your clit and thrusting in and out in a slow motion of your cunt. “my pretty baby.” he cooed, licking the saliva dribbling from your mouth. “my beautiful birthday girl, just take it.”
“katsukiii,” you mewl, gasping at the force of his cock into your cervix.
“mhm, there ya’ go..” he muses, staring in awe as your pussy gushes around his shaft, lips wet and eyes filled with hunger. “see, you got to come so good,” he praises, pawing your tits.
because katsuki always took your birthday seriously, making sure that at midnight, you had an amazing start to your birthday.
Just a little thing about Bakugou and changing his opinion on physical affection >.<
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In the beginning of you and Katsuki’s relationship he was not a big fan of you touching him. He would always push your hand away and say something on the lines of ‘don’t touch me’ or ‘you’re so touchy.’
You didn’t take it too much to heart knowing who he was and how he had his own love language (txt reference heh.) so it came as somewhat of a surprise when that changed.
you didn’t know why or when but eventually he all together stopped, he didn’t push your hand away anymore or complained about your affections.
if anything he would lean into your touch more, going as far as to sulk when you would stop petting his hair.
“Baby why’d ya stop?” He frowned nuzzling into the hand you were previously petting him with, trying to get you to continue scratching his head.
You looked down at him with a raised eyebrow, all you were going to do was flip to the next page of your book?
“I thought you didn’t like when I touched you?” You closed your book, leaving your finger in place of a bookmark as you looked down towards your lap where his bundle of blonde hair lay a bit ruffled.
“what?” His frown deepened into a pout at your assumption. “why would you think that?” He reached for your hand putting it back in his fluffed up hair still awaiting your answer.
“You would always push my hand away whenever I touched you?” You looked at him puzzled at the switch up, would he stay like this or go back to pushing your hand away in an hour?
“Well I was a dumbass keep doing it.” He replied plainly, rolling to his side to hug your waist. Humming in satisfaction as you continued to rummage in his hair per his request.
And honestly you thought this was just a momentary thing but from then on he never said anything about you touching him.
Only complaint he would voice involved how you weren’t touching him enough.
“baby pet me” or “scratch my head” hell even “you haven’t touched me in a while.” But don’t call him needy he’ll overreact lol.
an -> nice idea, i def could see this happening to him, considering his dangerous job. i hope you enjoy this and this meets your expectations, once again.
wc -> 4k
warnings -> not proof read, angst, nightmare sequence, graphic injurys, cursing, blood, huge blood loss, fighting, villian v hero, mentions of death, near death, death, grief, villian attacks, survivors guilt, trauma, happy ending. lmk what i missed.
the apartment was dark by the time katsuki had unlocked the front door. 11:35 to be exact.
he rolled his sore shoulders as he stepped inside, boots thudding against the hardwood floor before he kicked them off by the entrance of your shared penthouse. every muscle in his body ached. another twelve-hour shift. another villain that refused to stay down. another stack of paperwork and meetings waiting for him tomorrow morning.
"...i'm home." he said, grunting and making his way inside.
usually, he'd be greeted by the smell of dinner, your voice from the living room or even the sound of your singing.
however, today..nothing. this silence was heavy.
too heavy, for him, after his shift.
katsuki frowned, as he spoke out your name.
"...y/n?"
you emerged from the living room a second later. arms folded tightly across your chest. still wearing your work top.
your expression alone told him everything. that you had been waiting for him.
"...you're late." you muttered, making your way to the kitchen.
he glanced at the clock hung on the wall.
11:37 p.m.
"...yeah." he muttered, stepping fully into the kitchen-living room area.
"you said you'd be home by eight." you told him, as calm as possible.
"something came up." he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"katsuki, there is always something coming up with you, doesnt it?"
he sighed. "please, i'm tired."
"so am i."
you didn't raise your voice. but his tone somehow made it worse.
"...i'm exhausted too, katsuki."
he dropped his duffel bag onto the floor.
"it's hero work, you know that fully well, its a part of my job that stuff can just randomly come up without my control."
"i know it's hero work." you said, rolling your eyes, and dropping your arms by your side.
"then what's the problem?"
your laugh was quiet. disbelieving.
"...you really don't see it?"
he stayed silent.
you shook your head.
"of course you don't." you walked past him toward the kitchen. the dinner you'd made hours ago still sat untouched. cold. you hadn't eaten either.
"...i kept waiting, katsuki. i always do," you began, looking towards the dinner table, his eyes followed that trail, then back at you. "i didnt want to eat without you, and i didnt want to leave you hungry."
you spoke without meeting his gaze. "then eight became nine, then ten, and then i realized for the first time in days that i dont even know why i bothered, bothered waiting."
your fingers tightened around the edge of the counter.
katsuki rubbed at the bridge of his nose. "i texted you."
"once."
"i was busy."
"you've been 'busy' for three weeks, straight, are there no other heros around or something?"
he felt irritation beginning to crawl beneath his skin.
"what excatly do you want me to do?"
your eyes snapped to his.
"i dont know, maybe be here, for me, for yourself and us, you know? maybe not get consumed by your job, i havent seen you properly for the last week."
silence from his end.
your voice cracked. "just-, just be here."
"i am here."
"yeah, now. after nearly midnight, after another cancelled dinner, date, promise. another promise you couldnt keep. i know your job, i understand that you have responsibilities,"
he clicked his tongue.
"but you cannot make time for your personal life when i have asked you multiple times?" you ended your statement.
"i can't just leave in the middle of a mission."
"i'm not asking you to."
"then what are you asking?"
"i'm asking you to stop acting like this job is the only thing in your life!"
the words echoed through the apartment.
katsuki stared at you.
"careful."
"no." you took a shaky breath. "i'm tired of being careful, or that i am okay with this, and everyday i wonder if you are going to come home."
he lowered his gaze for a bit, clearly thinking about what you said.
"every time my phone rings late at night, my heart drops, i gotta check every news report, every channel, every log, every emergency alert. do you know what that feels like."
your eyes had started to water.
"and then you finally come home, when i can finally be selfish and have you to myself, you are here already thinking about tomorrow,"
he looked away. "it's my job, you knew that before we got together."
"i know." you whispered to him.
"people need me."
"i know." you repeated.
"i can't just stop."
"i know!" your voice finally broke.
"i know all of that, katsuki."
"...but what about us?" silence. long and painful.
he didn't have an answer. because there wasn't one.
"i- i am trying, okay?" he finally muttered.
"are you?"you asked quietly.
"or are you just surviving until the next mission?" something inside him snapped.
"the hell do you want from me?!"
you flinched.
he noticed immediately. and hated himself for it.
but the words were already out.
"i break my damn back every day, i'm out there risking my life, and i come home just to get yelled at?" he snapped.
your shoulders slowly slumped. "that's not what i'm doing."
"isn't it?" you looked at him for what felt like forever.
then, you nodded once. it was almost to yourself. "i think we both need to cool off."
you grabbed your jacket from the chair. katsuki frowned.
"where are you going?" he asked, his shoulders relaxing.
"out." you stated plainly.
"it's almost midnight."
"i know."
"y/n."
"i'm not breaking up with you."
you slipped your shoes on. "i just don't want us to say something we'll regret." your hand rested on the doorknob. "i'll come back later."
the door opened. cool night air drifted inside. "i love you." those three words came quietly. almost hopefully.
katsuki being his usual stubborn self, he looked away, still too angry. "yeah."
you laughed to yourself at that, it wasn't the answer you wanted. it wasn't the answer he wanted either.
but the door had clicked shut. and the apartment became painfully, unbearably quiet.
for the next 30 minutes, the apartment remained silent. it felt like forever.
katsuki sat exactly where you had left him.
"tch" he dragged a hand down his face before letting out a slow breath. "that woman" he muttered under his breath.
he wanted to call you. he really did. but the argument still lingered in his chest. the irritation. the frustration. the confusion. his love for you. the feeling that no matter what he said, it would've been the wrong thing.
instead, he made himself dinner. he was starving.
or rather, he reheated the dinner you'd made hours ago. the microwave hummed quietly.
he looked down at the dinner table to notice the two plates, from when you had set the table. forks, glasses, even his favorite soda and hot sauce bottle were placed where he always reached for it.
you'd really expected him home. he swallowed the lump in his throat.
after eating, he decided to take a shower, to feel anew, after his shift and his talk. showering worked like magic for him, rinsing the grim and guilt off of him.
he showered. hot water beat against sore muscles. he washed his hair, rinsed, then foamed his hair again, then rinsed, then he scrubbed his arms, chest and back. his mind refused to shut up.
"just be here.", "what about us?" , "i love you."
"...fuck." he braced both hands against the shower wall. why hadn't he just answered?
it would've taken two damn seconds.
"i love you too." he'd thought it.
he just hadn't said it.
five minutes later, he stopped out wearing nothing more than sweatpants and a black t-shirt.
his hair was still damp. he grabbed his phone from the kitchen counter.
no new messages from you.
he frowned. fair enough. he'd deserved that. he unlocked his phone.
typed your name in the message app.
me: come home.
he stared. deleted it. typed again.
me: let's talk when you get back.
deleted that too.
"dammit."
why was talking with you harder than fighting villains?
the television switched on mostly to drown out the silence.
some late-night variety show played in the background while he absent-mindedly dried his hair with a towel. he barely paid attention.
until the screen suddenly changed.
bright red banners flashed across the bottom.
BREAKING NEWS
the television presenter spoke quickly.
"we're interrupting our scheduled programming due to reports of a large-scale villain attack in central musutafu."
katsuki looked up immediately.
camera footage filled the screen. smoke. sirens. people running.
flames climbing the sides of buildings. the firefighters trying to shut down the fire.
the reporter continued.
"the villain attack appears to have begun inside the city's largest shopping district. multiple buildings have suffered severe structural damage, including the central shopping mall. now currently reporting 2 dead and 9 injured."
katsuki's stomach dropped.
footage of the mall. that was only fifteen minutes from your office.
his phone vibrated. once. twice. three times.
he grabbed it.
new notifications:
red riot
icy hot
pinky
another vibration. another. another.
one from his sidekick, one from midoriya, and one from his assistant.
he barely glanced at them. his eyes caught something else.
your name.
his breathing stopped. he opened it immediately.
y/n ❤️: katsuki.
please answer.
i'm inside the mall.
i can't get out.
his heart slammed against his ribs. he started to panic. then another message came in.
part of the ceiling collapsed.
there are so many people that are trapped.
there's smoke everywhere.
i can't find the exit anymore. its too dark, i cant see anything.
another message.
please.
please come find me.
"...no." he muttered to himself, in disbelief.
another emergency alert echoed through the apartment. his agency.
all available heroes immediately respond. he was already moving.
boots. gauntlets. hero costume. the whole pack.
everything happened on instinct.
his hands shook so violently he almost dropped one of his grenade bracers.
"...please..."
he didn't even realize he'd said it aloud.
"...please be okay."
the apartment door slammed behind him hard enough to rattle the walls.
he'd never moved so fast in his life.
the closer he got, the worse it became.
entire streets had been evacuated. ambulances lined every corner. taking in injured, so far 20 injured and 4 dead, he had overheard. firefighters taking out as many fires as they can can.
police barricades, blocking the street from every way, evacuating who can be evacuated.
smoke blackened the night sky. the heat from the burning mall could be felt from across the street. chunks of concrete still crashed from the upper floors every few seconds.
people screamed names. looking for family. friends. children.
heroes sprinted in every direction.
katsuki's eyes searched frantically.
not for villains, not for casualties, for you.
"bakugou!"
kirishima grabbed his shoulder the second he arrived.
"dude! where the hell have you been?"
"kirishima, she's in there." he whispered, pointing at the building.
kirishima froze.
"who is?" he questioned loudly.
"y/n."
everything on kirishima's face changed.
"shit, man go, GO! me and todoroki will deal with this bullshit."
"kirishima, im counting on you"
katsuki didn't wait. he shoved past the barricade. a police officer shouted after him.
another hero reached for his arm.
he blasted the pavement beneath his feet.
the explosion launched him over the line of emergency crews. straight toward the collapsing mall. he didn't care who yelled after him.
he didn't care about protocol. he didn't care about the orders. the only thing repeating inside his head was your last message.
"please come find me."
he blasted himself in the air, didnt even bother landing, he then blasted through a shattered second-floor window instead, glass scattering around him as smoke immediately filled his lungs. he lowered his eyemask.
he looked outside, and spotted Mina ashido.
he yelled her name from the second floor, she quickly looked up, that was her sign to follow him up. she hopped on some of the nearby broken down cars and made her way to him.
katsuki looked around. the mall barely resembled the place he'd walked through hundreds of times before. storefronts had been reduced to twisted metal. mannequins lay broken across the floor. sprinklers rained endlessly from the damaged ceiling, mixing with ash until the ground became slick beneath his boots.
every few seconds, another section of the building groaned.the sound made his stomach twist. it wasn't going to stay standing much longer.
"mina.." he muttered. she looked up at him.
"shes here, we need to act fast."
she nodded, melting the first barrier of rocks.
they quickly escaped, his voice echoed through the empty corridors, yelling your name. mina quickly running behind him.
nothing.
only the crackling of flames answered him.
he forced himself forward. he handed the hero behind him a mask.
another explosion somewhere deeper inside shook the entire structure. dust rained from above. a support beam crashed down behind him, blocking the hallway he'd just come through.
"dammit."
mina found people first, an elderly couple trapped beneath a display shelf, a teenager with a broken arm, a little girl crying for her mother.
every instinct he'd trained for years screamed at him to stop, to help save them, to prioritize whoever he could reach first. that is his job as a hero.
and he did.
he pulled debris away, as mina helped the elderly couple out of the rubble.
"mina.. take the kid and the mom" she nodded, caring the kid on her back, and the mom in her arms as she quickly ran back where she came from and hopped down effortlessly, like a hero should and delivered them to an empty ambulance.
katsuki quickly following behind, landing safely on the ground with the elderly woman in his arm and the teenager on his back. then the pink hero hopped in one again to save the man left.
quickly, after they had guided survivors, they went back in.
every second felt stolen. every second felt like it belonged to you instead. they continued their run. both screaming your name.
"hero!" someone grabbed his arm, "please save me" a kid said, from under the rubble.
he pulled free. "mina, handle him, ill find her myself."
she nodded, carrying the kid in her arms and running towards the broken window.
his phone buzzed. barely any signal. one new message.
his hands shook as he opened it.
y/n ❤️: i can hear people outside.
i don't know where i am.
it's getting harder to breathe.
timestamp:
six minutes ago.
his voice cracked. "just hold on." he launched himself over another collapsed escalator. the lower floor had taken the worst of it. concrete pillars leaned at impossible angles. the emergency lights flickered weakly before dying altogether. darkness swallowed everything.
you were right, it was hard as fuck to see.
"y/n!" he shouted again. louder this time. his heart pounded. "answer me!"
nothing.
"please" his voice sounded unfamiliar. small and desperate.
"answer me."
then a very faint sound was heard from a far.
very faintly
"katsuki?"
he froze. his head snapped toward the sound.
"y/n?!"
"i'm here" it came again. weaker. but definitely yours.
relief hit him so hard his knees almost gave out. "keep talking!"
"babe, i can't see anything, its really scary."
his chest tightened painfully. "don't move." he followed your voice until the hallway ended.
a collapsed support wall blocked the entire passage. massive slabs of concrete had folded in on themselves, sealing off whatever was on the other side.
"dammit!" he pressed both hands against the rubble.
"y/n! can you hear me?"
"yeah" you answered weakly.
"are you hurt?" there was a pause. "i don't think so"
another tremor ran through the building. pieces of concrete shifted overhead. you whimpered. "katsuki"
"hey."
he forced his voice to stay steady. "look at me, babe"
"i can't" you answered, but it was no time for jokes.
"then listen to me."
he rested one hand against the cracked wall between you. "i'm getting you out." "okay?"
"okay"
he examined the debris. too unstable to climb. too thick to move by hand. there was only one option.
and he hated it.
"y/n."
"yeah?"
"i need you to back up as far as you can."
"why?"
"i'm blasting through."
"will it work?"
"yeah."
he lied without hesitation.
"i promise, i promise im getting you out."
you trusted him.
he heard you slowly shuffle backwards over broken concrete.
"is this enough?" you yelled with all of your remaining abilities.
"a little more, my love."
another few steps.
"now?"
"yeah." he raised one gauntlet. his breathing slowed.
just enough force to break the barrier. not enough to bring the whole ceiling down. he'd done calculations like this a thousand times before. he has done this before. he could do this. he had to.
"cover your head, do not panic"
"okay."
"...ready?"
"ready?" he swallowed.
"i'm coming." the explosion tore through the corridor. the wall fractured. chunks of concrete burst apart. dust exploded into the air.
for one brief, shining moment, some light steamed through the opening from the broken windows.
he could see you. covered in dust. alive. your eyes found his immediately.
"katsuki"
relief flooded your face.
his own expression softened. "i got you."
he took one step forward.
then the building groaned once more, not from his blast, from somewhere deep beneath the foundation of the building.
his smile disappeared. "NO!" he yelled.
the floor lurched beneath him. everything shifted at once. the ceiling began to collapse on the both of you.
"y/n!" he yelled on the top of his lungs, he threw himself toward you without thinking. he reached, ALMOST, he was so close.
so close enough that his fingertips brushed yours.
then, everything vanished beneath a deafening roar.
"y/n!" he screamed your name until his throat burned. again. and again.
he quickly got up digging frantically through the rubble with bleeding hands. calling for you.
he was searching for anything. any answer, breath, any sign that you were alive, under all this rubble. fuck, if he came a little bit earlier. if he didnt waste time to rescue the other people.
all he was met with was silence.
he began heaving, his breathing came in short, ragged even. his heart hammered so hard. "Y/N! please! just anything, im sorry." he began crying, tears spilling fast from his eyes.
even though he was still digging, creating small explosions. till he found some pieces covered in blood, "no- no, no..no no no..NO! y/n im sorry, im sorry"
his hands were bloody, his skin was pulled, ripped and bleeding, he kept on clawing and clawing.
his hands clawed at the mattress before he realized where he was.
the bedroom. your bedroom. your apartment. your shared penthouse.
dark. quiet. safe.
a light flicked on outside. the bathroom door creaked open.
you stepped into the hallway in one of his oversized t-shirts, still rubbing sleep from your eyes after getting a drink of water.
"katsuki?" your voice was hoarse with sleep.
"you okay?, i heard some-"
before you could finish, he was already out of bed. crossing the room in three hurried strides. his arms wrapped around you so tightly that the breath left your lungs.
"ah! fuc- k-katsuki?"
he buried his face against your shoulder. you could feel him shaking.
not slightly but violently. almost terrified.
"babe? im here" you whispered, one hand slowly finding the back of his neck.
"what happened?" he couldn't answer. he was just sobbing into your shoulder.
because he still wasn't entirely convinced he had actually woken up.
he just held you tighter. as if letting go might make the nightmare start all over again.
you instinctively wrapped your arms around his waist.
"katsuki?" your voice was barely above a whisper now.
the panic in his breathing, the way his hands trembled against your back, you started to piece things together, he was most likely having a bad dream.
your fingers slowly threaded through the damp strands of his hair.
"look at me."
he couldn't, he was too scared, the last time he looked at you, was when you were eaten by the concrete roof that fell on you, crushing your body.
"i thought, i- i couldnt..get you in time..and i-" he swallowed hard.
you frowned softly.
"what?"
"babe i-i had this, shit fucked up dream, that you had left after we got- got into some fuckass argument.."
he let out a shaky breath. "then there was an attack and you were trapped.." his grip tightened again.
"and i was too late, too late to get you"
your heart ached.
"im so glad it isnt real.." he barely whispered.
you cupped his face between your hands. forcing him to look at you. his crimson eyes were glassy. red and around the edges. there were tears sitting there.
"katsuki." you smiled at him, "im right here"
his eyes searched yours. making sure.
your skin was warm beneath his fingertips, comforting, your heartbeat steady against him, you were alive and breathing.
"yeah, you are.."
you guided him back toward the bed. neither of you said much. there wasnt much to say.
you climbed back beneath the blankets first before gently patting the empty space beside you.
"come here."
for once, he didn't argue. immediately reaching for your hand beneath the duvet. his thumb brushing across your knuckles. just to feel you there.
"i'm sorry, im such a dumbass." the words surprised even him.
you looked over. "what for, baby?"
"i've been gone too much, i dont prioritise you, ive been an idiot."
you smiled weakly. "well, thats not exactly breaking news."
the smallest laugh escaped him.
"dont get cocky one me, now" he laughed.
"dont lie, you loved it"
"yeah." this time, there wasn't a second of hesitation.
"i love you," his voice was quiet. steady.
"and i don't think i say it enough, im sorry."
your eyes softened. "come here."
you scooted closer until your head rested on his shoulder, hand in hand.
"i love you too."
"you are so great to me, i know im a pro-hero, but- from now you are my priority, im sorry if i made you feel abandoned."
the bedroom fell quiet again. only the rain tapping softly against the windows filled the silence. after a few minutes, you noticed he still wasn't asleep.
"you're still thinking about it."
"maybe."
you squeezed his hand.
"you know" he started, "if we ever get into an argument,"
you looked at him.
"none of us is leaving or sleeping angry."
he looked at you.
"even if one of us needs space, we will be saying 'i love you' first" he said, eyes threatening to spill again, "deal?"
you nodded, as you smiled at him. "deal."
he stared at your intertwined hands for a long moment. then nodded once.
"good."
another few minutes passed. your breathing slowly evened out. you layed down as sleep began pulling at your eyelids.
just before you drifted off, you felt something warm press gently against your forehead. a kiss, on your cheek.
a careful one.
like he was grateful you were still there to kiss at all. then one to your lips.
"goodnight." he whispered as he layed down as well.
he could finally half relax, you were here, the nightmare wasnt real, the apartment is still standing, nobody is injured.
because you were here.
because the nightmare wasn't.
because the apartment was still standing.
he slipped his fingers between yours one last time before closing his eyes.
then sleep came peacefully.
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