When Heroes Collide - Bakugou X Reader Slow Burn

Chapter 108: Late Night Mischeif

The dorms were quieter than usual. Rain tapped gently against the window, steady and rhythmic, a soft lullaby for the night. The world outside was blurred in gray, but inside Bakugou's room, it was warm. Safe.

We lay tangled together beneath his blanket, the glow from his nightstand lamp casting a soft amber light over the both of us. His arms were wrapped securely around me, chest pressed to my back, and for once... there was no tension in his muscles. No fire behind his eyes. Just breath — slow, even — brushing the back of my neck.

"You're warm," I whispered, smiling to myself.

"Tch. 'Course I am," he muttered gruffly, his voice low and rough with sleep. "You're the one who's always cold."

I rolled over slowly to face him, careful not to disturb the cocoon we'd made. His eyes met mine — not sharp like they usually were, but soft and half-lidded, a little sleepy, a little vulnerable.

"I like it," I said quietly. "When you let yourself relax."

He scoffed gently but didn't look away. "Don't get used to it."

I reached up, brushing a piece of his hair away from his face. He let me. Didn't flinch. Just watched me like he was trying to memorize the moment.

"You always act like this is some temporary thing," I said.

He blinked. "What?"

"Like we're gonna wake up and this won't be real anymore."

He was quiet for a moment. Then, he pulled me in closer, tucking my head beneath his chin, holding me like he couldn't stand the thought of letting go.

"'Cause it scares the hell outta me," he admitted softly, voice nearly lost in the rain. "You scare the hell outta me."

I lifted my head slightly to look at him again.
"Why?"

"Because you matter," he said simply. "Too much."

His voice cracked a little on the last word. His thumb brushed along my spine, slow and steady. Like he needed to be touching me to believe I was real.

"I don't know how to be soft," he added.
"You don't have to be soft," I whispered, "You just... Have you be you."

He swallowed, eyes flicking away for just a second, before they found mine again. "I... can do that," He whispered gently.

I smiled and leaned up to kiss the corner of his mouth, gentle and slow, "I'm not going anywhere."

That was the truth — or at least, it felt like the truth in that moment.

He sighed, closing his eyes, and pulled me back into his chest.

And in the quiet that followed, with the rain still falling and his heartbeat steady beneath my ear, I let myself believe we'd have more nights like this.

That this — him, me, us — wasn't something that could be taken away.

Not yet.
Not ever.

It was late, much later than usual, but neither of us wanted to break the comfortable silence we'd settled into. The night was calm, the rain outside still tapping rhythmically against the window.

Bakugou shifted beside me, his arm still draped over me as we lay on the bed, the weight of the day finally starting to feel distant. But as the clock ticked on, the restlessness in him started to stir again, subtle at first, like a low rumble in the background of his mind.

"You wanna go do something?" His voice was hushed, almost like he didn't want to break the peace we'd made.

I turned my head to look at him. His sharp eyes were softened in the dim light, a rare look of curiosity. I raised an eyebrow, already guessing where this was going.