"You make everyone see what you want to see, Y/n."
"Their willpower makes them see what they want."
"I don't want to have to see our future if it's a mirage."
"You're the one making yourself see it."
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❦❀❀❀❦ "Back to kids again, but only for a moment in a memory" ❦❀❀❀❦
I wake up to soft snores in my ear.
I blink away sleep and move to sit up, only to be pushed back down by a grumpy blond boy in his sleep. My eyes trail to his arm wrapped around my waist, our blankets keeping our bodies separated.
He was warm, sure. But he showed up unexpectedly, I remembered that much from last night. And we have school in a few hours. I search my bedroom floor, then find my phone next to Bakugo's head.
"Fuck.." I whisper. If I attempt to grab it, it won't work. It'll just wake up the pomeranian.
"Squirm any more and I'll kill you." He grumbles, eyes still closed.
"I'm trying to get my phone, we have school later." He breathes in and opens an eye while grabbing his phone, turning it on to show the time.
"We're fine. It's 3 A.M." He turns his screen to me, the time being what he said.
But my eyes widen at his screensaver.
It's a picture of us when we were kids.
I had a tooth missing, and he had a puffed-up cheek. We had just gotten out of a fight and Mitsuki took a picture to send to my mom, most likely to show we were okay.
I wouldn't think he kept it.
My face was covered in dirt, and his was glistening, I can't remember from what. But we were both just smiling so wide like we were given some kind of treat.
"Why do you still have that?" I speak before thinking and he hums, not realizing I could see the picture.
"What?" He props himself up on his arm, flipping the phone back to himself. He blinks and his ears flush pink as he tries to keep his tsundere act up.
"Never mind, you wouldn't tell me anyway. Tsu-dere-Kun." I mock him lightly and yawn quietly.
"I'm not-" He scoffs. "I like it, that's why." He grumbles while lying back down.
I feel my face get warm and sigh, lying on my back.
"You don't have uniform clothes here, you know.."
"I do."
"Huh?" I look at him and his face is inches from mine.
"I brought one of mine. It's next to the bed." He whispers and I gulp. I glance over and there is indeed a spare uniform.
How did I not notice last night?
"Tiny, stop overanalyzing shit." He speaks with a deep morning voice that makes my heart flutter against my chest. I open my mouth to respond but quickly close it when I feel his warm hands pat my head.
