I'll take care of you [M. Togata]
synopsis: oh no, there's only one bed...oh no, can you help me with this dress?
contents: Mirio Togata x fem bestfriend!reader, college!au, they have quirks but it's not relevant for the story, fake dating, one bed trope, suggestive [wc: 5k] not proofread soz
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The sound of running water coming from the en-suite bathroom was obstructing sleep from making its way to you. It wasn’t the sound per se, but rather who was inside. Your brother’s fiancée's family and yours had been behind the organization of your weekend here, including the hotel room, which had been switched to a double room with a king sized bed the moment you mentioned to your mom that your ’boyfriend’ would’ve been coming. So now you were stuck sharing a room with Mirio.
When you walked in, the first thing he’d said after noticing the bed was that he would’ve slept in the chaise lounge. He had also asked if you wanted him to just get a separate room for himself but you immediately said he shouldn’t waste his money like that. If you were going to be sleeping in the same space with somebody, you were glad it was him.
Still, no matter how tired you might’ve been from the flight and running around airports all day, you still laid restless. On the plane, most definitely after noticing your anxious behavior - which you weren’t doing a good job at hiding, anyway - Mirio had asked you to tell him everything about your family that he would’ve needed to know for the weekend, along with all the details on the plans. He’d never heard you talk for that long since he’d first met you.
You’d told him about how they had gone all out with the engagement party, which was going to be on your first official day. On the second day you would’ve attended the rehearsal dinner, in which you would’ve helped your brother and fiancée to choose the courses for the wedding. Really, they wouldn’t have been able to afford even the half of it if it weren’t for the girl’s family; your brother worked for her father’s company, which he was going to inherit by marrying the heir.
Mirio had listened intently to all of it, and even admitted that he was a bit nervous, which was strange to hear, especially coming from someone like him— he really was good at keeping his feelings to himself, huh?
The creak of the bathroom door snapped you out of your thoughts, and you hastily slithered under the covers, pretending to sleep. It was kinda funny, like a child curling under his blanket and hoping his mom wouldn’t suspect that he’d been playing a game instead. “Hey, I— oh, she’s sleeping.” Mirio’s voice went down to barely a breath, seemingly buying it. Why were you faking, anyway?
You sealed your eyes shut, but your ears picked up on every single move he made: his footfalls to turn off the lamp on your nightstand, him navigating in the dark and the small ”ow” he muffled when he stubbed his toe into something, and then the cry of the chaise lounge when he managed to lay down. Then, all that followed was his rhythmic breathing, yet for some reason, you still couldn’t fall asleep.
It became unbearable after a while, and if Mirio hadn’t succumbed to slumber yet, you were sure he was hating your constant tossing and turning. You’d tried to lay on your back, your stomach, both your sides, with your arms crossed or splayed out like a starfish. Nothing worked. This was a bad idea, a terrible idea, even. You had no choice.
Even if your voice was barely a breath, it still sounded like a bomb going off in the silence of the room. With darkness stretching over every inch of space, you could barely make out his silhouette in the general direction you believed he was.
“Yes?” He called after a couple seconds. “Can’t sleep?”
You immediately felt your whole body burn up with embarrassment; you’d probably been keeping awake this whole time. “Have I been keeping you up?” You asked tentatively. “Not you,” he hummed. “This busted thing isn’t exactly comfortable, but I was more worried about you. Thought you were having a bad dream or something.”
The care in his voice always managed to make your stomach do a flip, a different kind of heat blooming over your skin. Damn him, he was just making this harder.
“I-If it’s uncomfortable you can just, uhm…come here,” you forced yourself to squeak out. “I-I don’t mind.”
If it hadn’t been the dead middle of the night, you wouldn’t have been able to pick up on his breath hitching. Him, Tamaki and Nejire had been very close since highschool, and with the stories you had heard about he mishaps with his quirk, you very much guessed Mirio wasn’t the type to get flustered easily. Yet it seemed it was a different case with you.
You replied with a quiet “mhm” and immediately heard him getting up. There was something about not being able to fully see him that made you feel less awkward about this, but a small part of you was silently freaking out, racing thoughts you had to stop before they reached uncharted territory, leaving your heart ba-dump, ba-dumping!
A rustle of sheets, then the mattress dipped. “Where are you? I don’t want to accidentally squish you,” Mirio whispered, earning a hushed giggle from you. “Don’t worry, I’m all the way on the other side. You’re good.”
What you didn’t expect was for your body to become so aware of his closeness, a gravitational pull from somewhere deep in your gut towards the warmth that immediately spread over the bed after he’d settled beside you. And he smelled so fucking good. Everything about Mirio Togata was homely, not only his attitude but even the scent of clean laundry that seemed to linger in your senses forever.
“Better than the chair?” You murmured, rolling on your side even if you didn’t know if he was facing you or not. “Way better than the chair,” he confirmed. His voice sounded definitely close. “Good. Goodnight, then.”
It came out choked, and you rushed to turn your back on him, unwilling to acknowledge him any further while still awake. Without Nejire or Tamaki’s presence cushioning between you and Mirio, your racing thoughts were basically impossible to stop. You were sure you weren’t going to get even a blink of sleep with him in the same bed, but his breathing, his body heat, simply him existing mere inches away was lulling you into a heavy, peaceful slumber that you couldn’t help but welcome.
Stirring awake naturally, without the annoying ringing of an alarm in your ear, has to be the best way to start the day. The room was still fairly dark, sunlight prying through the thick weave of the curtains, casting grey-ish, elongated shadows.
Eyes still heavy, you squirmed on the mattress before stretching your limbs, immediately retracting them like a startled hedgehog the moment your hand hit something. Hot. Hard. Slowly, you glanced to the side without moving your head, only to be met with someone’s back— Mirio’s back, bare and packed with muscles you wouldn’t have even been able to name.
You just slept in the same bed as him.
And the problem was— it was comfortable, and with him by your side you’d managed to get possibly the best sleep of your life. With him, your maybe-best friend, supposedly fake boyfriend whom your family was going to meet in a handful of hours and you definitely had a fat, undeniable crush on.
Feeling the unbearable heat of shame, embarrassment, and perhaps the tiniest touch of excitement bloom over every inch of skin, you sneakily slithered out of bed, careful not to wake up Mirio, whose breathing was steady enough to make you positive he was still asleep. After grabbing a hoodie and a pair of socks to slip your shoes on top of, you left the room to go get some breakfast, hoping that the coffee and a bit of nourishment were going to clear your mind.
With the tiredness you had accumulated from all the traveling the day before, you hadn’t had the chance to admire the sheer grandiosity of the hotel your family had booked you. It was certainly a place you would’ve never been able to afford if it weren’t for your brother’s fincée’s family— if this was your stay for the engagement party, you couldn’t even fathom the one they’d chosen for the wedding.
Now that you thought about it, you didn’t even know the venue, or the actual date of the wedding, if they even had one already. It hadn’t been from the lack of interest, you’d just been…busy, and your family hadn’t bothered to share the details. You couldn’t really blame them for it.
The breakfast hall was beautiful. Floor to ceiling windows lines the external wall, giving a beautiful view of the landscape outside, hills upon hill of the most vibrant green. The space was already buzzing with people, maneuvering themselves around the buffet area, careful not to let their trays - filled with so much food you were sure they weren’t going to finish - fall to the ground. Tables big enough to fit four to six people were arranged in booths, the seating benches made of polished maroon wood that gave an elegant, classical touch.
You picked up a tray and began to wander through the different stations: gigantic rice cookers filled with different grains, steaming hot bowls of miso soup with silky tofu cubes, eggs made in every way they can be cooked, grilled fish, more western cuisine dishes and so on. The variety almost made you dizzy, and you hadn’t even looked at the sweet options and beverages yet.
After what felt like an eternity, you settled on grabbing a bowl of steamed eggs, a small filet of salmon with some veggies, a cup of coffee and one of green tea. Luck seemed to be on your side, because you were able to slide inside a booth by a window. The moment you started picking at your salmon, you heard a familiar voice.
You looked up, and you were met by a pair of ocean blues looking down at you with a sweet smile. “Good morning,” you greeted back. “I hope I didn’t wake you up, you looked good…I-I mean like you were having a good sleep!”
Mirio laughed as your cheeks turned a glowing red, quickly reining back in the conversation to not make you feel any more embarrassed. “You could shoot cannons and I wouldn’t wake up,” he reassured, then looked at the hills stretching behind you. “Man, this place is really amazing! It’s a shame we’re on a tight schedule because I’d love to explore it all. Hey, we should really come back here sometime in the future.”
Seeing your eyes go wide, he backtracked immediately. “W-With Nejire and Tamaki, of course!” You nodded too quickly for your liking. “O-Of course,” you blurted out. “They would love it here.”
Before you could notice the tinge of pink growing on his face, or the way his teeth were bullying his bottom lip, Mirio said he was going to grab himself some food and be right back. When he came back, you filled the spaces between a mouthful and the other with some light conversation. Nejire and Tamaki had called Mirio to ask how you were doing, even if there wasn’t much to add to everything you’d said in reply to their numerous messages in the group chat.
After your filling breakfast, you told Mirio that you actually had a couple hours to kill before you both needed to get ready for the party. There was an open market not far from the hotel, so you decided it was the perfect opportunities to grab souvenirs to bring back instead of rushing it last-minute.
“…and then we grab the underside to form a hoop—” Mirio squinted at the YouTube tutorial playing on his phone, fingers tangled in all the wrong positions as he fiddled with his tie for what he recalled was the sixth time. You were still busy getting ready in the bathroom, and he wouldn’t have dared disturb you. Plus, it shouldn’t be that hard to get his tie right, right?
You had informed him that your mom was already sending a driver your way, and he would’ve been lying if he said that this whole thing wasn’t messing with his head. He couldn’t have risked you going to someone else and asked them to be your fake boyfriend, so of course he’d immediately accepted. Still, even if not really officially, he was going to meet your family. He had to make a good impression. The best.
Pausing the video to check if the tie was looking somewhat decent, Mirio heard a little commotion coming from behind the bathroom door. “Hey, y’alright?” He called out tentatively. “Yeah, s’just…shit!” Your voice came out muffled and whiny. “Just having some trouble with this damn dress…ugh! Why did they even get me this thing!?”
Nejire had mentioned something about a dress when she’d been helping Mirio pick out what to pack. He’d tried to imagine you in so many different ones - sometimes even in nothing, but those were thoughts that weren’t meant to be shared - and he knew it could’ve never lived up to the real thing. “Need help?” He asked, taking a step closer. A beat of silence.
The handle pushed down, and Mirio swore he felt his heart skip a beat; had he not grounded himself, he would’ve likely permeated through all seven floors of the hotel. A gorgeous navy blue number hugged your every curve flawlessly, and he was at a loss for words. Now he knew why Nejire had told him to pick up this suit— to match with you.
“You’re…wow,” he breathed out, forcing himself to glance up at your face instead of your body. What he didn’t expect was to see your eyes trail over his figure as well, shamelessly checking him out like he’d been doing. He saw you press your lips together tightly to swallow. “Y-You don’t clean up bad yourself…”
You started to fidget with your fingers, just staring at each other like two idiots for a breath too long. “The dress?” Mirio manages to croak out. “Y-Yes, the dress!” You turn your back to him, moving your hair out of the way. “I can’t get it to zip up all the way and I don’t know, looks fricking stupid. I don’t know how to close this damn thing.”
“Okay, okay,” he hummed. “Let me have a look.”
He came to a halt behind you, narrowing his eyes to check. “I’m no expert in this,” he admitted almost shyly. “Should I call Nejire or something—” You giggled, shoulders shaking lightly. “Yeah, I could tell by your tie,” you teased.
“What?” He looked down at you, dumbfounded. “Does it really look that bad? I pulled up a YouTube video and everything.” But he really can’t even pretend to be upset when you laugh like that, and he can see your face glowing when he sneaks a glance to the side towards the mirror.
“Don’t worry, I’ll fix it up,” you reassured. “I used to do my brother’s tie every day for all of his three years of high school. I would technically be able to get this dress too but I keep fumbling everything with my hands behind my back. I wish I could, like, twist my neck to be able to see or something.”
“That’s creepy,” Mirio snorted softly. “I’ll try my best.”
He was almost reverent in the way his fingers came up slowly, feather-light against your skin. All the joking around had made him forget of your actual closeness, but it all rushed back the moment silence settled in. He pressed a knuckle between your shoulder blades, using all of his strength to ignore the way your back arched into his touch so pliantly, and used his other hand to zip up the critical missing inches you weren’t able to. There were two laces meant to be tied in a dainty bow at the top, and that he could manage.
“Should be okay,” his finger hooked inside the fabric to tuck the small tag. “Hope I didn’t pinch you or anything.” It was hard to keep his breathing normal when goosebumps had bloomed over the skin of your upper back all the way down to your arms the very first moment he touched you.
You looked over your shoulder to your reflection, then met his eyes with a big grin. “You’re a lifesaver, thank you! Now let me fix that tie of yours and then we’ll head out. I like the little lemon on it.”
They had definitely gone overboard with this. Okay, you knew you hadn’t been in touch with your family for a while, but who the hell were these people?
Guests and waiters haphazardly balancing trays alike were covering almost every inch of the venue - a nice garden of an estate tucked between the hills - and seeing so many people had you subconsciously press your side closer to Mirio’s. Ocean blues gently glanced down, not moving an inch. “That’s an awful lot of people,” he mused. “Sure I shouldn’t be worried about any paparazzi? Do I look good enough for my first scandal article?”
You couldn’t help but huff out a laugh, welcoming the funny distraction. “You do, though I’m pretty sure the words Lemillion and scandal could never exist in the same sentence together,” you gave him a small grin, trying to match his energy. Inviting him here had definitely been the right choice; if you were alone, you would be searching for the best spot to dig a hole to hide in until evening.
“Hm, dunno,” he hummed, unsuccessfully holding back a smile. “Wouldn’t mind ending up on the first page of some magazine with you.”
The comment knocked the air out of your lungs, eyes widening at the casualty of it before a shrill pierced the air, and you didn’t even have to turn around to see who the culprit was. “Muffin!” Your mom was racing over the freshly mowed grass in stiletto heels as best as she could, followed by your brother and dad.
“Hi mom— oof,” you winced when she threw her arms around you, afraid she would just knock you both to the ground. “Oh I’m so glad you made it!” She peeled herself off of you just as abruptly to give her full attention to Mirio. Her eyes lit up when she had to crane her neck up, up, up to take a good look at his face. “Mom, this is—”
“Togata Mirio, it’s an honor to meet you.” He bowed, just in time for your father and older brother to join. You were afraid it was going to be awkward, but soon realized that you were the odd one out. Mirio could hold his own perfectly, and after just a brief introduction, you could tell that your family already adored him— especially your mother.
They talked for a few more minutes before your mom linked her arm with Mirio’s, looking at you over her shoulder. “You don’t mind it if I steal your boy for a moment, do you? I want to show him around.” You were grateful it wasn’t your turn being interrogated, was all you could selfishly think, snickering to yourself. If he was nervous, he was doing an excellent job at hiding it, waving goodbye with a big grin on his face before disappearing into the crowd.
Tension lifted off your shoulders with a sigh, and you immediately accepted when your brother offered you to go get drinks. You hadn’t had the chance to say hi to his fiancée yet, but since some guests were still arriving, she had been busy with doing the small talk. Genetics didn’t lie, after all, if the two of you had been hiding away at the bar; you truly wondered how your mom managed to give birth to two introverts.
After the first drink, everything became easier to bear. Catching up with your brother on each other’s lives was nice, especially because he’d been doing all the talking, and when he asked question, you only said what was strictly necessary.
“…and what about that boyfriend of yours, hm?” You knitted your brows together. “What about Mirio? You don’t like him?”
“Barely talked to the guy—” your brother interrupted himself to flash a quick smile to some guy who patted his shoulder in greeting, and you followed with a polite nod of your head. “Just want to know if he’s treating you good, I guess. Standard older brother duties.”
“You’re so full of shit,” you snorted. “But yeah he’s…he’s nice.” As nice as a fake boyfriend can get. In your experience with him as your best friend, you could definitely say that he would’ve made a fantastic partner, that’s for sure.
“That’s good, glad I don’t have to worry about beating him up,” he hummed, clearly teasing. “Because I wouldn’t be able to. Man looks like he can fold me in two with his eyes.” You were about to taunt him back when you saw Mirio in the distance, your mother still very much attached to his hip. He didn’t look traumatized— if anything, he looked happy, and in his element.
“We’re back!” Your mom announced in a sing-song tone, finally unlinking her arm from the blond’s. Mirio approached you and stopped by your side, head dropping to speak quietly in your ear. “She’s nice,” he whispered, smiling.
“Did she ask you about your life starting from kindergarten?” You grinned, looking up at him with your lids weighed down by the alcohol. His tie was a bit askew - likely from fiddling with it while he was away - and without giving it much thought, you stepped closer to fix it. His Adam’s apple bobbed visibly as he gulped. “Uh-huh, something like that…” he managed to croak out, trying to control both his face and his breathing at the sudden closeness.
You had literally just shared a bed, he chastised himself, but the casualty with which you were touching him - like it was natural - left him a whole mess inside. He had to remind himself that you were in front of your family, so you were probably just playing the part.
“You’re doing great,” you hummed, knuckles gently straightening the fabric of the tie. How was he supposed to pretend your touch wasn’t leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He must’ve looked like a constipated mess when your brother, standing behind you, winked at him. “T-Thanks, uhm…” Mirio’s gaze shifted back down to you, looking like you had no intention of moving from that spot soon, hand still lingering over his chest. “How many drinks have you had already?”
“Oh?” You glanced at the table. “A couple, I think? But it’s okay, I don’t plan to drink much, I’ll totally be sober by the time we get back to the hotel!”
Yeah, he wasn’t buying it one bit.
You were floating. Metaphorically? Physically? You couldn’t tell. You just knew you had no idea how you had made it to the en-suite of your hotel room, checking yourself out in the large mirror because you just looked so hot. Did you really look like a bombshell during the whole engagement part? Oh right, the party!
Hazy memories surfaced just long enough for you to be aware, but sank back before you could grasp them. Meeting your family after so long, shaking hands with so many people you don’t know, lots of dancing and even more drinking. The only constant in those evanescent flashes was Mirio.
Sweet, sweet Mirio who had to deal with you the whole evening. If you were any more sober - or any less drunk - you would be worried, but the only thought occupying your mind is the feeling of his soft chest under your cheek as he was carrying you down the hall just moments ago.
Sweet, handsome Mirio who lifted you up like you weighed nothing, who still made sure to be close to you the whole time, even if you were definitely making a fool of yourself after indulging your brother in drinking so much. And now he was just a door away, likely getting ready for bed—
Oh god, you would have to share a bed with him again.
Planting your hands firmly on the marble counter, you gave yourself a serious look, trying to snap out of your drunken state. It wasn’t that easy. Your pjs were neatly folded next to the sink - when did they get there? - and it was going to be a bitch to get changed so you just wanted to get it over with.
When you reached behind your back, though, you remembered why you weren’t looking forward to this. His name was out of your mouth before your brain could catch up.
“Yes?” The reply came a second later.
“The dress, er…same problem as before? It’s harder now I can’t, sorry—” he was already opening the door, your words dying on your tongue when you looked at him. Tie loosely hanging around his neck, white shirt half undone, sleeves rolled up like he’d been struggling to unbutton the cuffs. You were never getting the image out of your head.
And always that damn smile.
“Can you turn around for me? I’ll be quick,” he spoke softly, carrying a tired rasp. You couldn’t move, stomach coiled in a tight knot, head a mess of thoughts you shouldn’t have been having. Mirio blinked. “Are you okay? Do you need some water? I can get your meds bag from your suitcase—”
Sapphire eyes widened, his jaw slack from your blunt words. “I’m sorry?”
“Please,” you breathed, desperate. He was close, so close you could smell the lingering cologne on his skin, if you just reached out—
It happened fast. What gave it away was the slight twitch of a brow, like he had lost against his self-restraint, and he was kissing you. Two large hands holding you by the hips like he was trying to stay grounded, like he couldn’t believe he could actually have you like this.
You were pawing at his shirt, slithering under the cotton to feel his pecs flex under your fingertips, up to his collarbones, the golden strands of hair curling at his nape. He sighed against your lips, a baritone that reverberated in your chest, coaxing an equally as needy whimper from you, body pressing closer against his.
Oxygen filled your lungs more easily, and only then you realized you had been too lost in the kiss to notice he was unzipping your dress, fingers toying with the silky straps on your back. He was already gone.
“You’re so pretty, sunshine…so sweet.”
You gasped when the back of your thighs hit the counter, and he took it as an opportunity to tangle his tongue with yours. “Mirio…” you whined, teeth tugging at his bottom lip, fingers pulling his hair hard enough to make him groan. It was right when his palms were sliding up your ribcage—
“I’m sorry,” he pulled away abruptly, hands leaving your body with a flinch, as if you’d burned him.The loss of contact was so harsh your eyes immediately filled with tears. Mirio cursed loudly. “No, nonono hey…don’t cry, shit I—” he cradles your face gently in his hands, a heartbroken expression etched over his features at the sight of your pouty lips.
“Hey, sunshine, no…don’t think I didn’t want to, fuck you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” his thumbs wiped away a pearly bead rolling down your cheek. “But you’re drunk a-and I can’t do that. You know that, right? You’ve made me the happiest man alive but I can’t take advantage of you like that.”
He smiled, kissing right beneath your eyes where your tears streaked your foundation. “Look at that, your makeup’s a mess and it’s my fault. I’m sorry,” Mirio whispered, pressing another peck to the crown of your head. “Let’s get you fixed up for bed, okay? Then we can get cozy and cuddle?” You seemed to find your words back at that. “And I can kiss you again?”
“Of course,” Mirio chuckled happily. “But nothing more than that, okay? I can’t risk you doing anything you’re not a hundred percent sure you want, and even if you were a hundred percent sure, I want us to do it right.”
You simply nodded, on the verge of crying again from way he was handling you with so much care and reassurance. The heat from just a few minutes ago was gone, the numbness in your mind that made you act so recklessly now a dull, heavy sadness— the usual cycle of drunkenness.
Mirio spent the next fifteen minutes taking care of you, crouched on the floor while you sat on the toilet, makeup wipes in hand and trying his best to get everything off; Nejire’s training really did pay off. He turned around when you changed into your pjs, but gladly picked you up again when you asked to be carried to bed.
“Let’s sleep now, okay? You’ll have a hell of a headache in the morning so try to get as much rest as you can,” he said while tugging you closer, your head tucked perfectly under his chin, like it was always meant to fit there. You said nothing for a while, enjoying the warmth of his body flush against your under the covers. “Were you serious?” You suddenly asked.
“When you said you’d been waiting, were you serious?” There was some shuffling as Mirio gets more comfortable, chest rising and falling rhythmically. “Yeah, I was,” he said. “But I’ll tell you in the morning.”
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