Stupid Bunny. (Bakugo's Demise.)

✨Night 6✨

You woke up relatively normally by the pounding on your door with the sun blazing through the goddamn window.

You stayed in the same position as last night, thankfully. Which was all the information you were relying on for now...
Though not even that slight, sleepy, piece of entail would disguise the tightness around your waist and the warm breath being blown into the back of your neck.

And, you took a moment to process if you were dreaming. Which- you must be, right?

In that instance, you felt grounded and..Okay?
That has to be something out of a dream, something almost unreachable for you. To feel okay. To feel safe.
An unrealistic and stupid dream. Becoming the number one pro-hero on the charts is more likely then a feeling of security.

Something that should be so simple.

You actually felt like... Basking in it. This seemingly forbidden emotion.
Perhaps it was caused by drowsiness and not the arms that dug gently into your waist, almost as if to cling onto you as much as you wanted them too.

Arms that could only belong to one specific person. Katsuki.

But perhaps in this dream it was Eijirou.

However, for some reason beyond your current understanding, you enjoyed the former.

That was more comfortable to think about.

But, upon hearing the second pound that abrubtly awoke you the first time from your real dream, you understood.

Though, you wanted it to oddly last longer...That didn't stop the pair of arms from leaving you cold as Katsuki rolled over to rub his face.

And before you knew it, that moment was when it started. The spiral downward- or perhaps upward- into an endless loop to get Katsuki's arms around you again.

Nothing to do with feelings more personal then that..Or maybe that's what you'd like to think.
Platonic cuddling...Everyone does it!

You  lift yourself up, not yet in horror.
Deciding just how exactly you'd like to pretend to forget.

There was no bunny to hold onto. As sad as it was, you were alright with that.

You turned to Katsuki, a questioning expression spread across your face while he stared blankly at the ceiling.

He, too, was in the process of trying to forget. Obviously knowing, but wanting to act like it didn't happen.

Is this going to be the routine if he doesn't change something?

But.. then again...Is it really so bad..

No! It's inappropriate!

Well now he's just starting to sound like that four-eyed freak from school.

God dammit.

"The fuck are you looking at?" He questions, sitting up to turn away from you while he swung his legs over the side of the bed.

You could only mutter shyly under your breath, "U-uhm...That's a good question.."

Bakugo raised an eyebrow at your timidness, not usually something that was prominent in your speech.

He turn his head to the side, "Gross, you looking at me like that?"

"Well who else would I be looking a- LIKE WHAT!?"

His lips curved into a subtle smirk. When you get flustered it makes him feel an unexplainable way.

"Why are you smiling like that!?" You yelp, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at his back.