Who is Irome Bakugo? (mha fanfic)

Cuddling

I'm not much of a cuddler

That was the lie Sohma had told me last night, yet here we were the next morning still together. I woke up with my head still on his chest and two hands resting on his stomach. His arms however wrapped tightly around me, one on the lower part of my back and the other entangled in my hair.

While I was trying to not wake him, I guess I had somehow failed.  Soon I could feel his arms begin to move under me. The hand in my hair moves first as it felt around trying to figure out what exactly it was grabbing. This was soon followed by a half awake voice, "What the hell?"

"Morning." I say keeping my head rested where it is.

Sohma finally a removes his hand yawning, "Oh, morning baby."

I pick my head up looking him confused, "Baby? What's with that?"

Sohma uses his free hand rubbing his eyes as he shakes his head, "Sorry, I'm usually out of it when I first wake up. I won't call you that again."

While I half expected a smirk to show he was joking it never came. He truly meant that. And while he never called me that previously, I really didn't mind it. In fact it made me feel good bearing such a sweet pet name. I didn't want him to stop.

"No it's, okay. You can call me baby, I was just surprised because you never have before that's all."I say hoping he actually listens to me.

Sohma raises an eyebrow before his eyes fall closed again. He quickly reopens them this time the expected smirk on his face, "Oh so you like pet names huh?"

I scrunch up my nose lightly hitting his stomach, "If you're gonna be a dick about it then forget it."

"Alright, forgotten." He says almost immediately.

I hit his stomach again, this time a little harder, "You're horrible."

Sohma just laughs and moves his lower hand up my back, "Relax I'm joking. God you're emotional."

I glare up at him and then back down at our current position, "I thought you said you weren't much of a cuddler?" I ask changing the subject.

Probably to just spite me Sohma removes his arms leaving nothing between my back and the bed. Over dramatically I let my head fall back grunting, "Ouch, that's a bit a harsh you jerk."

"Stop over reacting, I hate clingy people, especially if I'm dating them," he says rolling over to face away from me.

I look over and see his messed up hair which was longer in the back and fought back the urge to play with it, that and the way his black shirt was clinging so tightly against his back. No stop, he just insulted you multiple times.

Focusing on what he's said and not how undeniably attractive his back was I push his back pushing him off the bed. As I hear the thump I laugh, "For someone who hates clingy people you seem to be clinging hard to the floor Chiaku."

Chiaku. I had used his first name again, I don't have an idea why.

I watch as his hand lands on the edge of my bed followed by the rest of his tall lean, yet muscular body as he stands up straight. He glares at me biting his lip as of to hold back from saying something. Then he regains himself and scratching the back of his head, "Make sure to be careful when you say my first name."

"And you be careful when you say something so insulting to your girl friend that they want to break out into tears at 6:45am." I say a tight smile playing on my lips.

As if some light bulb went off in his head Sohma reaches a hand down aiming for a strand of hair but I dodge out of the way at the last second, "Watch it Chiaku, don't wanna seem to clingy."