tail snuggles | m. ojiro
synopsis: movie night w/ojiro and class 1-a
pairing: mashirao ojiro x reader
word count: 613
tags/warnings: more fanon class 1-a bc why would they not be all friends, 3rd years, cuddling, ojiro likes youuuuu ooooo 👀👀
a/n: ojiro my niche fav i luv him but tbh i wished this turned out better idk what i don’t like tho #bruh #bruh #bruhbruhbruhsahur
divider cred: @chrisssiren
Snuggling with Ojiro on the couch during a movie night because he’s just so warm and you’re just so sleepy, and he has to pretend like his heart isn’t about to burst out his chest at just how close you are.
For a good minute, he’s stiff as a board, breath hitching as your arms wrap around one of his, and your face pushes into the soft cotton of the hoodie he has on.
But then, he relaxes.
His back sinks into the couch cushions once more and his breathing returns to normal as he lets the mass of your body melt into him, returning the gesture with a sigh. His tail reacts on its own, flicking up and wagging before wrapping around your middle.
You giggle and he catches it, eyebrows raising while he looks down at you. It’s silly. You’ve always liked his tail, the same way Denki does, always braiding the soft fur at the tip of it and using it as a body pillow whenever the two of you hung out in his room.
“What?” He grins, whispering to you.
“Shhh…’movie..” you hush back, purposefully dodging having to give a real response.
Ojiro rolls his eyes playfully, tail thudding against your leg where it rests atop your thighs in a soft, retaliatory swat.
“Almost everyone is sleeping,” he argues back. “Do you really think Mina and Denki are gonna be bothered?”
And yes, he had a point. The two of them were currently perched up right by the TV–despite the concern expressed by Iida for their eyes, which you could bet were probably now very dry and red.
“Okay, but…”
“But what? Hm?” He leans down closer, the tips of your noses almost touching.
“Mashirao..” you mumble, caught slightly off guard, but you save it, clinking your foreheads together, causing him to laugh, airy and light, all his teeth showing as he shakes his head in faux disapproval.
“You’re so…nevermind.” Ojiro murmurs, trailing off. His tail tenses to pull you tighter against him. “Just watch the movie,” he tells you, sighing. He thanks the darkness of the commons for hiding the flush on his face and the red on the tips of his ears, and he hopes for nothing more than for the night to continue this way, because he doesn’t know if he’d find the strength in himself to get up and move now that the two of you were tangled up like this.
Ojiro shifts, pressing his face against the top of your head as his eyes train onto the bright TV screen in front, his brain processing nothing more than changing colors and silhouettes since the only thing he’s really paying attention to is you.
Ojiro notices quickly how your breathing has deepened, your breaths no longer shallow, no longer matching with the little micro reactions you’d give whenever you watched anything, so he knows you aren’t watching anymore–you’re fast asleep.
And of course you are. How could you not fall asleep? Tucked into Ojiro’s side the way you were, with him smelling like fresh laundry and warm oats and honey from that soap he uses, how his breath tinged with the scent of buttered popcorn that was scarfed down within the first thirty minutes of the night. Everything about him was so…solid, comforting in a way that made you feel all warm inside.
Ojiro stares down at you, at your fist that clutches onto his hoodie, at your head that’s now lolled forward and fallen to his chest, at your parted mouth that huffs out small wisps of air with each of your breaths. So freaking pretty.
Ojiro's gonna tell you soon. He swears it.