Fates Entwined (A TodoBaku ff) ✔

LV

When Shoto woke up in the morning it was to the smell of burnt sugar, like caramel in a tart that had just been pulled out of the oven. It was subtle, yet completely drowned the pillow his head lay upon and the pile of covers atop him. He was so warm, too. Not in a suffocating way, but in a way that left his limbs loose and head fuzzy, not wishing to start the day. 

In the early hours of the morning he was drawn from sleep, thankfully not from a nightmare. It seemed today he would be rising alongside the sun, who was just beginning her ascent above the treeline. He only opened his eyes as much as needed to estimate the time, before letting them slip back shut with a sigh as he turned over and nestled further into the warm covers. The thick sheets and blankets, not as soft as those in his bedroom in Endeavour but far more thick and comfortable.

As he turned over the heat grew, his body relaxing once more, unwilling to start the day. Something warm rested over his waist and pulled him closer, the absolute gooey bliss he was feeling only pushing him further towards the source of such warmth. He lay there, slowly falling back asleep as he revelled in this moment of peace, only vaguely stirring when he felt something moving beside him. His brow furrowed, hand weakly reaching out and patting the bed in hopes of finding whatever was disturbing him. And when he found something solid, with little curves and creases, he wrapped his hand around it and the moving stopped. Sighing with content, he ignored the call of the morning sun and let himself drift back off to sleep...

When he awoke the second time, thankfully he did not experience deja vu. This time when he awoke the bed was not cold, and he wasn't alone in it. Instead, the warmth was as strong as ever, soft and comforting, settling perfectly at his side and on his back as he slowly woke up.

"Baby?" A voice asked quietly, a scarce whisper as if scared of disturbing the quiet of the serene morning. The voice was deep, the vibrations rumbling against his chest, and something about it made Shoto feel safe. "Shoto, you awake?"

He gave a small hum in reply, letting the sensation return to his body as he reluctantly left his sleeping state. He felt so content, and would not protest to staying in bed the whole day, but as he awoke he was reminded of his responsibilities and of his intentions last night.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, though it sounded more like a long breath with how quiet it came out, his deep voice a little more raspy. 

"Better than I have in a while." The man next to him replied honestly.

"That's good, Katsuki."

With a yawn and a scrunch of his brow, Shoto finally opened his eyes only to be met with Katsuki's a few mere inches from his own. The red iris was shining from the morning sun, flecks of amber and bronze like molten gold running through it. They were almost mesmerising, and he followed them as they flickered down to the lower part of his face. Ah, maybe his lips were chapped. They did feel rather dry as of late, the harsh weather doing nothing to help.

"How did you sleep, Princess?" Katsuki asked, arm shifting slightly over Shoto's waist, fingertips lightly tracing his back above his sleep shirt.

"Very well. I don't wish to get out of bed." he spoke honestly, drawing a short laugh from Katsuki. "Is this what sleepovers are supposed to be like?" he asked, because if they were he was not opposed to having one again.

"I guess so. But ya don't sleep like this with, dare I fucking say it, friends."

"So... we're not friends?" Shoto questioned, frowning at the stirring feelings that rose in his chest. The words from Masaru, Aizawa, even the ones that flitted here and there in his own mind, were threatening to burst past his lips, but all thoughts vanished when Katsuki's hand shifted from his back to his forehead, thumb gently brushing away the crease between his brow.