Mha oc

Insomnia

The house was quiet now, everyone else knocked out in their respective spots. Kirishima was sprawled out on the floor like a starfish, Denki was halfway off the couch, and Mina was curled up under a mountain of blankets. It was late—maybe too late—but I couldn't sleep, not that I ever really could.

So there I was, perched on the windowsill of the living room, one knee pulled up to my chest as I stared out into the dark. The streetlights outside flickered faintly, casting soft glows across the neighborhood. I fiddled absently with the edge of my sleeve, my thoughts running wild as always.

"This house isn't so bad," I muttered under my breath, the words barely audible. "I mean, sure, it's loud, and Mitsuki acts like she's allergic to my existence, but still. Feels... real. Lived in."

I paused, tilting my head to the side. "Would've been better with the cats, though. I should've snuck them in. Snickers would've hated it, though. Too much noise. Skittles? She'd probably try to fight Mitsuki for dominance. Reeses would've been vibing—dumb little crackhead probably would've stolen everyone's food..."

I smiled faintly at the thought, letting it trail off into the stillness. My fingers tapped rhythmically against my knee as my mind wandered.

"Mitsuki's not so bad either," I murmured, surprising myself. "Hate-love thing, I get it. She doesn't want to admit she likes me. It's fine. I'm growing on her. Like a fungus or something."

The faintest snort from behind me shattered the illusion of solitude, and I froze. Slowly, I turned my head, already knowing what—or rather who—I'd find.

Katsuki Bakugou stood in the doorway, arms crossed and leaning against the frame. His crimson eyes gleamed in the dim light, amusement flickering in them like a small flame.

"Fungus, huh?" he said, his voice low but sharp.

I blinked. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to hear you talk about your cats like they're royalty."

"They are royalty," I shot back, hopping off the windowsill. "Snickers is the king, Skittles is the bratty queen, and Reeses is... I dunno, the jester."

Katsuki raised an eyebrow but said nothing, stepping further into the room. He flopped onto the couch where Denki was precariously perched, shoving him over without a second thought. Denki grumbled in his sleep but didn't wake up.

"So," Bakugou said, breaking the silence. "Why the hell are you up?"

"Resident insomniac, remember?" I replied with a shrug. "Why you up? Don't you need, like, eight hours of sleep to keep that winning personality of yours intact?"

"Shut it, Woods," he muttered, though there wasn't any real bite to his words. "Just couldn't sleep."

I watched him for a moment, trying to gauge his mood. He looked... calmer than usual, but there was still a tension in his posture, a tightness in his jaw that hinted at something deeper.

"Want me to go?" I asked.

"No," he said quickly, then seemed to catch himself. "I mean... stay if you want. Don't care."

I smirked, settling back down on the windowsill. "Aw, you do care. It's okay to admit it, you know."

"Do you ever shut up?"

"Not when it's this much fun."

We lapsed into silence after that, the kind that wasn't awkward but... easy. Comfortable. I could hear the faint hum of the fridge from the kitchen, the occasional rustle as one of the others shifted in their sleep.

"You know," I said after a while, my voice softer now, "this was nice. The whole... sleepover thing. I mean, your mom hates me, and I'm pretty sure I'm gonna find cat hair in my bag even though I didn't bring the cats, but still."

Katsuki didn't respond immediately, but I saw the corner of his mouth twitch, just barely.

"Yeah," he said finally. "Not terrible."

Coming from him, that was practically a glowing review.