Insomnia Books

Midnight

The old grey stone looked ragged and worn from years of inner city erosion. A person could spot how each corner became dangerously chipped away from several feet before the entrance. Dirt and gravel practically caked to the surface. Once inside, you could feel how the buildings weathered state allowed the refuge of heat to escape it's safe confines. Each time the wind howled, whistling dangerously against the paneled windows, it could somehow find its ways into their sweater clad bodies.

The atmosphere felt quite Victorian, like tales of old castles sitting self-importantly at the top of the only isolated hill in the far reaches of the city. This had been exactly that, but smaller, more broken, and...a library.

Bakugo effortlessly pushed the large oak doors open, and immediately felt the content sigh fall from his lips. He stretched his back slightly and rolled his eye as Kirishima bolted past him in search of the nearest heating. Letting the doors slam, the vibrating this shook their feet. It was nearly silent save for the shuffling of those small feet he knew all too well.

His gaze wandered from wall to wall studying the sectioned off areas dedicated to their unique genre. Fantasy, action, historical novels and even mysteries, all adorned with their chessboard like flooring, and about fifty shelves creating their own personal maze. This was his refuge.

Following the snow tracks to the central reception area, he spotted his towering boyfriend hunched over the blowing heater. The strands of red blowing free from the high ponytail and a lazy grin stretched around his chapped lips, "Its not even that cold...".

Kirishima's eyes snapped open and immediately jumped to his feet. His sigh of content echoed nearly rattling the book cases, "When did they get a new heater?! This is almost too beautiful!".

His lengthy limbs stretched, causing a resounding series of cracks to add to the already disturbed silence. Massaging his arms it felt nice to finally sit since six in the morning, "Man, you're insomnia chooses to take over after some of the most grueling days. Good thing I'm such a great boyfriend and love you so much.".

Bakugo opened his mouth to correct Kirishima, but simply rolled his eyes, and began raking his peeling fingers through the locks of red hair. He'd never understood how he got it to stay so straight and shiny. He watched each strand cascade like a waterfall of flames before it mass came to rest at the mid of his back, "Don't pretend you came for me. You're just upset last time I came without you, Yui was working. Pervert.".

Kirishima gasped while still proudly wearing the pink tint illuminating his cheeks. He'd clearly been caught, but made sure to bat his eyelashes in his ever standing claim of innocence, "What?! You're the one who brought her dinner, again.".

The ruby eyes shot towards Kirishima causing him to chuckle loudly. He wasn't the only one guilty of needing a daily fix of sweetness, "Shut the hell up! She doesn't eat properly! If she gets sick, then there's no one to run the place and then I'll be stuck sitting in the house with you're annoying snoring ass!".

He tried his best to bite back the teasing smile, and decided hiding the toothy grin beneath his hand was his next best option. His partner hadn't been wrong whatsoever. He just wanted to hear her laugh, just once before the nagging need to sleep over took his brain.

The quiet nights of Bakugo finding a corner to hide in to read, and Kirishima fully immersed in his games or movie, had been thrown into the ocean then sucked into a whirlpool. Lost to the dark abyss of the quiet depths. A new light wind swept in, prancing and ever smiling. It's name, Nao Yui, and thus leaving their lives more than altered in the slightest.

She always teased how her soft red painted lips matched Kirishima's hair dye perfectly, and as she laughed the endless tresses of black springing curls would dance across her maple shoulders. But what would stop you in the mist of joining her laughter had to be the kindest pair of eyes he'd ever been lucky enough to gaze into. Always searching for something he could never figure out.