(2 days and a half later, the afternoon she is released from the hospital)
Katsuki's POV
I slung her over my shoulder, ignoring her attempts to fight me as I carried her towards her home. It would be the first time I've been here. I'm not only looking forward to visiting her home, but I'm also fucking excited to find the cool ass ring I gave her like ten years ago. That shit is like twenty thousand dollars or something. I didn't buy it, my fucking cousin got it in place of a trophy and he gave it to me because he thought it was lame. Lame my ass!
"Stop fighting," I snapped at her as I placed her down at her front door. She unlocked it and swept it open, standing aside so I could go in.
"Meh," I commented as I looked at it. "Shit's not so bad. Not a dump at least, like my shitty cousin's place."
She shoved my shoulder and I pushed her back. She rolled her eyes at me and cussed me under her breath before grabbing my hand and leading me upstairs to her room.
I felt something fuckin' weird. Like, weird pleasant tingles when she touched my calloused hand. And a shiver went up my back. Odd.
"This is my room!" She smiled at me as she opened the door. It had a furry blue rug in front of the bed, and the bed itself was pretty big. In her room was a bookshelf, a desk in the corner, a lamp on her nightstand, and a closet. There was a poster above her bed, and on the opposite wall were multiple abstract paintings hung up. Her walls were painted f/c. There was a window right next to her bed, which was currently open. Sunlight shone off the bed covers, and I could hear the birds twittering.
It was so peaceful. So calm, so quiet. And I liked it.
I interlaced my fingers with hers as I leaned in, gently pressing my lips against her perfect, pink ones.
"So pretty," I mumbled against her mouth as I softly kissed her, my hand grasping hers. With her free right hand, she raised it into my hair and brushed my choppy bangs off of my brow before massaging my scalp with her fingers. So calm. So quiet. So peaceful. So happy. So light. So beautiful. So perfect.
After several seconds of the soft kiss, we both parted, smiling lightly. I didn't know what this feeling fucking was, but I liked it. It felt like I could really relax when I was with her.
She cupped my face, going on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek. "I want you to be in my bed tonight. Would you do that for me? Sleepover for me?"
I laughed, placing my hands on her own. "It's Sunday. Tomorrow we have school."
"We'll go," she told me quietly and calmly. "I just want you to be with me tonight. I've never had a proper sleepover with you without sex. I want a proper sleepover, with movies and cuddles."
I slowly drew back from her hands, my back meeting the wall. I didn't want to, but I felt uneasy and a bit... threatened. Vulnerable. Cuddles? Movies? Love? No. Why did I agree to being her boyfriend? I didn't know it was a package deal! It's not like I hate her, it's just....
I don't "do" cuddling and all of that stuff. I'm not... not made for it. I don't want to break her. I enjoy spending time with her, and I like her for her personality, her versatile and fun, easygoing attitude. But...
I don't know how to do things like this.
I forced a fake smile. "Ah. Right. That just reminded me. I've actually got to go to my great-uncle's birthday. He's turning sixty-one." That wasn't true. My great uncle's birthday wasn't until another week!
My mouth felt dry, my hands clammy. Sweat stained my face, chest and neck.
"But..." Her face was a confused one as she tilted her head a bit, her eyes wide and all innocent. Fuck! That face! It makes me feel so fucking guilty! And so fucking horny....
Quickly sweeping the thoughts from the forefront of my mind, I laughed a phony laugh as I wiped my forehead. "B-but what? Listen, I'm sorry. I... whelp, if I could I-I would stay with you, I really would! But... arg.."
FUCK WHY WAS I STUTTERING!??!
She laughed, but I could tell she was hurt. Fuck, why did I say that? I could have tried cuddling! Even if it wasn't really my "thing" I could try it again, and maybe I would like it! I didn't know how to be a good boyfriend- this was my first relationship ever! Dammit, why did I come up with that dumb ass, lame excuse?
Trying to fix my mistake, I laughed. "Haha! Um, I was just joking! Look, you believed it!" My usual demeanor returned, I grinned a shit-eating grin and crossed my arms over my chest as I leaned against the wall with that open-mouthed face of mine.
She smiled. "That's good! Uh, shouldn't you call your mom and make sure everything's all right with her?"
I snorted. "Like I would leave even if the hag says nah. Trust me, nothing's going to ruin this. By the way, where the ring?"
"In a box on the top shelf of my closet."
"Put it on." I frowned heavily at her, my wrinkled brow creasing my forehead.
"No." She smirked as she crossed her arm over her boobies, looking slyly at me.
I raised my eyebrow as I turned my face a bit. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me. No."
"I don't think that's a good thing to say right now- listen, just put on my fucking ring before I get mad."
"No."
I laughed gruffly as I uncrossed my arms, shaking my head as my own smirk crossed my face. "Okay, you asked for it!~"
And let your imagination do the rest! Make predictions about the next chapter, which will be up quite soon!
