Drowning|| Drug Addict Bakugo

18

It's scary to think I've fallen in love so quickly, it took a while for those feelings to stir with Sero. But the way I feel in his arms as he helps calm me down is evident to me that this love was so much more. My stomach felt light and my heart felt warm, I felt like I was safe at home wrapped in a bunch of blankets, ready to fall asleep. He is going to protect me, I know that. But what if he isn't even gay? What if he thinks that's weird? What if he doesn't like me?

"This is nice," I hear him mutter, breaking the prolonged silence of the hug. "Mhm.." I hummed in content. "Wanna lay down? Watch a movie?" He asked. I nodded and pulled away from the hug, immediately feeling empty. I frowned at the feeling, like everything came crashing down on me at once.

"Disney?" He asked. I shrugged and adjusted my body so I could lay down on his bed. "I don't care, anything's fine," I say quietly. He nods and puts on Ratatouille before setting his remote aside and laying down next to me. "Can I hold you?" He asked. I nodded and scooted closer to him as he wrapped his arms around me. My head rested on his chest as we watched the movie in comfortable silence. I could feel him play with my spiky hair, my heart fluttering with every soft touch. His fingers traced small shapes on my lower back and his chin rested on my head. "You're the only person other than my Dads that I feel comfortable around," he muttered quietly. I hummed contently as I wrapped my arms around his waste. "I've never felt as relaxed as I do now, with you," I whispered. I feel him chuckle as he squeezes me tightly.

"You're amazing Bakugo," he whispered. I could here his voice getting droopy, as if he was about to fall asleep. I could feel myself getting tired as well, my eyelids getting heavy. "You're the best, Shinsou," I whispered before I found myself entering a deep, comfortable sleep.

I woke up to the feeling of my hair being played with. I opened my eyes slowly and saw that Shinsou was still holding me. "Morning, sunshine," he teased. I scoffed and sat up, suddenly feeling cold from the lack of body warmth he provided. "How did you sleep?" He asked. I rubbed my eyes tiredly and nodded. "Good. How about you?" I asked. He sat up and stretched. "Better than I have in years," he said with a soft smile. "That's good," I muttered. I looked at how his hair stuck up in many different directions. It made me smile as he yawned, showing off his tongue piercing I didn't even know he had. "Woah, that's cool," I say. "Huh?" He asked with a clueless look on his face that screamed adorable but I'd never admit that.

"Your piercing. I like it, I kinda want one," I said with a small smile. "Oh, thanks. I did it myself. Dad was pissed but Pops loved it," he said with a shrug. "Woah! You can pierce? Could you do my tongue like yours?" I asked with interest. "Not right now, maybe later. I'm tired. You hungry?" He asked as he stood from the bed. I shrugged and stood as well. "Let's change and change your wraps then get something to eat. My dads are out on patrol right now," he said. I nodded and he handed me a t-shirt and pair of basketball shorts. He grabbed his own things and left the room to what I assume is the bathroom to change. I began undressing and changed into his clothes. I smelled the T-shirt intensely, his husky smell making me feel comfortable and safe. There was a knock on his door so I opened it. I see him in black skinny jeans and an AC/DC band shirt. "Ready?" He asked. I nodded, feeling slightly underdressed but I was comfortable so it didn't matter. We walked out to the dining table where the first aid stuff from last night was and he pointed to a chair.

I sat down as he began collecting everything that Aizawa used last night. "I'm not perfect with this but I remember how Aizawa did it, so that's what I'm going to be doing," he said quietly. I nodded and he began carefully unwrapping my arms. The scratches looked to be healing nicely, but they still burnt. "They look good. Tomorrow, you should be able to keep in unwrapped, let oxygen do it's work," he said with a small smile. I nodded as he began putting gauze over the marks and began wrapping it with a slightly tight pressure, but not overbearing.