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The soft, golden glow of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a tranquil light across the room. Y/N woke slowly, her body still pressed close to the warmth of Todoroki. She let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. The night before had been a whirlwind of emotions, but now, in the quiet morning, there was a calmness that she hadn't expected to find so quickly.
Her heart felt lighter, and her mind clearer. She had spent the night here with him—Todoroki. She still had to let that sink in. She had spent the night in his arms, his quiet presence offering her peace and comfort, and for the first time in what felt like a long time, Y/N knew where she was supposed to be.
Her body ached from the closeness, but it was a good kind of ache. The kind that made her realize just how much she needed him, how much she had always needed him, even when she hadn't known it.
She turned her head slowly, finding Todoroki still asleep beside her. His breath was slow and steady, his chest rising and falling in the peaceful rhythm of sleep. Y/N's fingers itched to touch him, to trace the sharp lines of his jaw, the curve of his shoulder, but she held back, not wanting to disturb the quiet serenity of the morning.
Her eyes studied his face, the way his hair fell messily across his forehead, the way his lashes brushed against his skin. There was something so vulnerable about him when he was asleep, and it made her heart swell with affection. He had always been this quiet, steady presence in her life, but seeing him like this made her realize just how deeply she had come to care for him.
Y/N reached out, her fingers brushing the soft strands of his hair. Her touch was gentle, almost tentative, like she was afraid to break the stillness. But Todoroki stirred, his eyes fluttering open, the sleepy haze slowly dissipating as he blinked up at her.
For a second, he looked confused, lost in the fog of sleep, but then his gaze cleared, and when he saw her, a soft, almost shy smile tugged at his lips.
"Good morning," he whispered, his voice thick with sleep.
Y/N smiled back, her heart fluttering at the sound of his voice. "Morning," she replied, her voice quieter, but no less affectionate.
