His Drumming Heartbeat

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"Okay," Persephone exclaims once she and Bella lay their friend down, "that was a lot easier than I thought it was going to be."

"I think I know the reason why, too," Bella says, "she's not drunk."

"What do you mean, "she's not drunk"?" Persephone asks.

The two women glance at their raven-haired friend, who is lying down on the bed, on her side with her eyes closed, "alright, spill it, you psycho," Bella orders, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest.

"Have you ever lied to get out of something?" Lynnette asks her two friends, her eyes still closed.

"Covering for your ass, we have," Bella deadpans.

"Not what I meant," Lynnette states, opening her eyes and sitting up from the bed, "but keep in mind I lied multiple times to cover both of your asses," the raven-haired woman looks at both of her friends, "so don't be hypocritical."

Bella and Persephone gaze at each other before shrugging to themselves, knowing their friend is right or they're not in the mood to start an argument late in the night. The two of them decide on leaving, and Bella calls out to Lynnette and says, "if you need us, we'll be next door," as they walk out of the room.

The second the door shuts, Lynnette lets out a sigh and leisurely feels sleep creeping up onto her; nevertheless, she can't go to sleep yet because she wants to shower to sober up some before laying down. She combs her fingers through her wavy hair, a part of her regretting making that presumptuous move on Bakugo, but a part of her, liked it?

She uses the pad of her index finger to smoothly and deliberately graze it across her bottom lip, still feeling them somewhat even though it was only for a second and remembering how they felt against her own. She shakes her head at the delirious thought of savoring it, shoving her emotions down some more and ignoring what her heart feels deep on the inside. She grabs her phone from the nightstand and begins to prepare for her shower by grabbing an old, oversized t-shirt, underwear, hairbrush, toothbrush, toothpaste, and face wash, all from her suitcase sitting on the loveseat in her hotel room. She takes her stuff into the bathroom, closes the door behind her, locking it out of habit, and sets her items down on the vanity.

She opens the shower curtain a bit and turns the shower nozzle to her desired temperature, and all that's left is to wait for it to warm up. One by one, she takes off her clothes, starting with her sweatshirt to reveal her exposed, tattooed skin, and folds it up nicely to set it down on the vanity. She grabs a scrunchie and puts her hair into a messy bun, already deciding on washing her face and body since her hair isn't greasy.

She reaches her arms around to her back and unclasps her bra, shrugging it off her shoulders before setting it down on top of her sweatshirt. She takes off the last article of clothing and puts it on top of her other dirty clothes, leaving her skin completely bare only for her eyes to see. She grabs her phone, opens up her music app, and puts it on shuffle, not even concerned about what song gets played.

A/N: Play song now.

"Seriously," Lynnette keens to herself, "I swear my phone knows my emotional state more than I do."

Not interested in skipping to the next song, the raven-haired woman places her phone down onto the vanity face down, grabs her face wash, and opens the shower curtain some more to get in. Closing it behind her, she sets her face wash on one of the shelves in the shower and stands underneath the showerhead, facing away from it, to let the warm water cascade down her hair and body. She gets lost in the music, and she starts humming the lyrics as she rakes her fingers through her damp hair. She feels everything that happened within the last few hours melt away from her mind, a small smile creeping onto her lips.