Comfort - Katsuki x Reader [Sequel to Barrier]

Ch. 18 - Shitty Shirt

A light drizzle began as you stared out of the window of Bakugou's home. You felt the small hairs on the back of your neck standing on end, anticipating the snap of light accompanied by the roar of tumbling thunder through the sky.

You turned away and sat on the dark grey couch, looking down at your covered knees as your fingers twitched restlessly.

"Here."

A glass of water was held in front of your face and you stared at it for a second before snapping out of your trance and taking the glass with a small thanks.

"Your house is a bit... well it's kinda empty if I'm honest." You spoke up, trying your luck with a conversation.

"Empty? How is it fucking empty with all this furniture?!" He replied a bit sharply.

"Its not that kind of empty, you have no pictures on your walls or even small decorations like plastic flowers or random objects." You explained.

"Why would I need any of that useless junk? It's a waste of space." He mumbled, pulling his own glass of water to his lips to take a sip.

"You think pictures are a waste of space? I think they hold memories, so that you can look back on them and remember a time that maybe was better or easier."

"You can think whatever the hell you want, I dont need pictures." He sighed.

It was silent for a moment before you let out a sigh of your own and shuffled around a bit, trying to get comfortable in your formal clothing, hint, it wasn't working.

"Why do you keep moving around so damn much?" He spoke up in a slightly annoyed tone.

"I dont know about you but my clothes weren't exactly meant to be relaxed in." You responded.

He stood up shortly after your statement and vanished down the hall nearby.

"Did.. Did this fucker just leave me?"

"Hey, get your ass over here!" His voice yelled from the dark abyss of the hall.

You lightly bit the inside of your cheek and stood, going to were he had disappeared moments earlier. You walked down the hall before finding a room that had a light on above the door and entered.

Almost as soon as you entered, something was thrown at your head. Your arms caught it and you looked down in surprise to see a shirt.

"What do you look confused for? It's just a damn shirt."

"But, Its yours!" You back.

"Yea, and? You said you were uncomfortable so take off your fucking dress and put on the shitty shirt." He spoke, rolling his eyes slightly.

With that he left the room and went into what you guessed was a bathroom down the hall. You stared at the door of the room before hesitatantly slipping out of the dress and into the black shirt.

Of course, the thing did not fit you at all, but it was better than your to tight - to stiff dress.

You were just beginning to feel the drag of the day when the ashen blonde reentered the room, now adorning a white tank top and sweatpants.

"I dont care if you are, but I'm going to sleep." He spoke up.

"Well I guess I am tired, I'll sleep too, were should I-" he immediately cut you off.

"Dumbass question. Just sleep with me."

You nearly died of a heart attack then and there.

"Excuse me?"

"What? We already did so what's your problem with doing it again?" He grumbled.

"Y-Yea! Well this time I'm not high as a kite on alcohol!"

He glared at you before snapping off the lights.

"Then sleep on the fucking floor."

You felt the heat of his body pass you before a rustling of bedsheets told you he was already laying down.

"Well, his bed is more comfortable than the floor nd he does have a point. I'll just keep my distance, no big deal."