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GETTING rest might just be impossible.
i glance over at him, watching the way he studies the night sky with softened features.
my stomach flips at the sight.
'i will burn down every star in the sky if it means you are at peace.'
he hasn't brought it up since he said those words to me, the ones that bring me some semblance of peace. the last couple of weeks have been a constant rollercoaster of my emotions.
right now, i feel like i'm walking through a fog without any knowledge of what direction to go in.
when we first met, he hated me. then we were attacked by the nomu and something felt different after that for a while. at training camp, i told him about the inner workings of my quirk, something i haven't shared with anyone but eiji.
then there was the league. after that, he didn't look at me the same. and now here we are.
my mind whirls as i recall the things we've been through together. he's seen the real monster that sleeps deep beneath my skin, waiting for the reins to be let loose.
yet here he is. looking out at the night sky so quietly.
"the hell you lookin at freak," i blink to find his deep red eyes staring back at me. fingers cracking in my lap as i pull on them roughly, embarrassment flushing my face with warmth as i turn to look out the balcony door quickly.
"it's nothing," i utter softly. he lets out a sigh and i dare to turn back to him. i watch as he combs a hand through his blond spikes and leans backwards, locking his eyes with mine once again. this time, i can't look away.
"just spit it out already," his words weren't filled with anger, but instead they sounded as if he was urging me to speak up.
"i was just thinking," my throat tightens slightly as i weigh the choice of my next words. "i think people misunderstand you bakugou."
his red eyes widen at the statement but he doesn't look away, instead it feels like he's looking deeper. like he's looking for something in my silver eyes staring back at him.
"the way that you say things may sound angry, but i think that people overlook the meaning of your words too easily."
silence.
we stare back at each other in deafening silence. each thunderous pulse of my heart pounds in my ears as neither of us make any sudden movements.
the fog becomes clearer the longer i look at him, a dim light in the far distance as the air smells of...vanilla.
his features soften as he glances down at my hands in my lap, still pulling tightly at each finger.
"why do you do that?" his voice was soft as he studies the familiar dance my hands do with each other. i can't help but look down at them as they tangle together and pull, letting loose more cracks.
"well, when i first got my quirk and didn't have these cuffs to help regulate the heat my body emits, the burns caused a lot of damage below the skin. so the tendons and muscles that connect my fingers to the rest of my hand get really achy and hard to move if i don't do this. i'm not sure why, but i find myself doing it more when i'm nervous."
"am i making you nervous?" my eyes widen as i throw wave my hands in front of me, panic settling into my throat.
"no no no! not at all! that's not what i meant," the words fall short as a deep chuckle echoes through the room.
i'm frozen at the sound.
i find myself memorizing it before he has the chance to push it back down.
his shoulders bounce with every beat of his laugh and i feel one of my own bubbling in my throat. i can't help but join him as a rush of relief floods through me.
after my laughter dies out, i look back to find him staring at me.
staring into me.
a chill rushes down my spine the longer his eyes examine over me and the words spill before i can stop them.
"bakugou, thank you." i anticipate him to interrupt me, but his quip never comes. "i don't know if i will ever be able to repay you for everything you have done for me. you help me to become stronger and push me past the limits i set for myself. you make me want to be strong like you are." i give him a smile as i finish off the mini speech i've been wanting to tell him for a while now.
he stands up quickly as his hand flies to his mouth. the smile melts off my lips as worry sets into my chest.
"i'm sorry i didn't mean to say anything ba-"
"just shut up for a second will ya?" the words are muffled behind his mouth as he walks over to the balcony door and flinging it open, leaning against the metal railing outside.
i don't move an inch as my mind starts to race.
did i say something wrong?
did i make him upset?
what should i do?
should i go out there?
i lean over to grab onto lord explosion junior and pull him tightly against my chest, not moving from the edge of my bed as i watch the unmoving boy outside.
he pushes himself to stand up straight after a moment, looking up at the sky and letting out a deep breath, before turning back to walk back into my room.
my heart hammers against my ribs when he slams the balcony door closed. he swiftly turns his head in my direction, his mouth twitching to the side slightly.
"i didn't mean to upset you in anyway bakugou," the words stumble slightly from my mouth as he stalks closer to me, my head tilting up to meet his stare.
his red eyes glance down at the otter plush he gifted me, held tightly against my thunderously beating heart in a feeble attempt to slow it down. my eyes widen when i catch a small grin form on his lips.
before i can say anything, his hand grips onto my bicep and is pulling me into his chest.
one arm is wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him while the other cradles my neck as his fingers entangle themselves into my hair.
my senses are overwhelmed with his warmth, his touch, the scent of vanilla melting me further into his chest as i take a slow inhale.
"you don't have to thank me," he whispers against the shell of my ear, as if he doesn't want anyone else in the world to hear what he has to say. he pulls me tighter and my head begins to spin.
i become dizzy on his scent, his warmth.
"miyamoto," all self restraint crumbles away the instant he whispers my name against my hair.
i drop the plush i hold so dear to me, because it's tied to memories of him. my arms are wrapped around his neck and i stand on my tippy toes as my head falls effortlessly into the crook of his neck.
as if it fits like a puzzle piece that's been missing.
he lets out a breath against my neck and his body relaxes, as my own body melts further into his.
we stand like that for a while.
time feels as if it's stopped as we hold each other.
"thank you," i echo out into my mind, the whispers themselves giving me the space it needs to be filled with this moment.
"of course my little star."
*a/n*
this chapter had me tearing up by the end of it :,)
