（ BEAUTIFUL ）― b. katsuki

22 | symphony

Bakugou could feel his body aching as he walked the halls of the dorm building. Everything seemed so dull. His body creaked as he let out a groan as he twisted his neck. His heavy footsteps finally entered his dorm room — a surprise waiting for him.

You were there. Usually, you would be in your own room, reading something or even listening to music. But no. Here you were, sleeping on thr blonde boys bed, waiting for him to get back from training.

Bakugou honestly couldn't believe you. His heart raced as he closed his door. Aizawa couldn't be too mad at him... right? It'll be just this once. Bakugou stripped out of his tank top, leaving his sweats on. He took off his shoes, socks coming off with them. He approached his bed.

Heaven.

His body dipped into the plush matress as he could hear you snore in peace. Bakugou sighed as his arms loosely wrapped around your body. Perfect.

Bakugou sighed out in content. How did he get you? After being rude to you constantly, you still stuck around. Your smile still stayed on your lips after every insult — after every break down — just after everything.

Bakugou's grip tightened as he could hear your stir in your sleep. Your body turned — your figure pressed against his chest as your hooded eyes opened.

Beautiful.

You were just so beautiful.

Not a single word was spoken as you adjusted yourself in his arms. The blonde just sighed as you snaked your arms around the boy. Your eyes closed once more, a loud breath of contentment escaping past your lips.

Bakugou relaxed his muscles, barely even realizing that they were still tight. He let his back slouch, his stomach poke out. His legs tangled in yours as you allowed him too. Everything was perfect in this moment.

Everything was perfect with just you.

He let his face relax, a smile dawning his face as his hand cupped your cheek. Your hair got in your face as he brushed it to the side. You nose was poking into his arm, your cheek smooshed against his bicep and pillow.

You looked comfortable. Bakugou just let the moments pass. His crimson eyes just gazed at your features, imprinting you facial features into his brain for as long as he can remember.

You let out a huff of air. It seemed that you were already in dream land. His hand just continued to hold onto your face, moving from your cheek, to your temple, then tangled in your hair.

He rubbed your scalp, watching your squirm then leaning into his touch. He likes you — no. He loves you.

Not even 2 months into dating and he already loves you.

Bakugou let his eyes fall. His eyelids closed as he brought you closer to his chest. A moment of peace.

His soulmate, his muse.

You are his symphony.