Worth Fighting For (Toshinori Yagi x Reader)

Chapter 13

Art Credit: momoino

Waking up to (Y/N) sleeping right in front of him wasn't something Toshinori was expecting.

As his alarm began screeching, signifying the start of a new day as the retired hero gently peeled his eyes open. Toshinori reached a long arm behind him and fumbled to hit the snooze, grumbling all the while.

When his blurry vision made out his friends peaceful form huddled into his blankets, the poor man nearly shit himself.

Sucking back a sharp gasp the retired hero clamped a hand over his mouth, his eyes blown out wide and a furious blush on his cheeks. The blonde laid about a foot and a half away from the woman who hadn't woken up from his alarm. She shifted slightly, a soft groan slipping past her lips. Her hair was unruly and frizzy of bed hair, but it was a look that suited her. It made his friend look well rested and content.

That in itself calmed him down, his brain slowly reminding him of last night's encounter.

He turned over a bit so his neck could crane over to his bedside table, the abandoned cup of tea he hadn't finished the other night still sitting beside a small lamp. Toshinori swallowed, his throat feeling much better than it had yesterday after (Y/N) had helped him through his coughing fit. When he laid back to his side to face the sleeping woman, he wondered silently if he should wake her.

Toshinori felt his blonde bangs shift on his forehead, slightly obstructing his vision as he debated his next moves.

It was something about her resting there in front of him that made his heart begin to swell. He was pleased that she shared the same type of trust enough to be this exposed next to him. He looked just a moment longer, remembering the last time he had seen her asleep. It had been her first night staying at his home after she received that phone call about her apartment complex.

He kept staring at her, the soft grin on his face widening as he took more of her in.

He started with the top of her (h/c) haired head that he was able to see everyday since he was much taller than her. Every time he looked at her he felt as if he could fall into those pretty (e/c) orbs of hers that never ever lost its childlike mischievousness. Her face radiated in a perfect morning glow, her skin looking so supple and soft to the touch. Her lips he now realized were wonderfully plump and feminine, unconsciously making him lick his own lips.

He was sure she would make any partner lucky to have her.

She was all around natural with her beauty, whether she wanted to wear make up or not Toshinori had seen her pull off both. Even when she was laughing so hard with him that she snorted like a pig or even with bed hair and crusted sleepy eyes he had the pleasure of seeing every morning he couldn't help feel an even deeper affection toward her.

Now the man would be a liar if he said he never took the time to admire (Y/N's) body, being respectful to both her and himself by not looking for too long. She wasn't to the standards society requested in the forms of models or actresses that were seen on television.

She was her very own beauty.

Her womanly softness contrasted so greatly with all his masculine and sharp features, making her even more attractive in his eyes. Her own willpower and compassion was nothing to sneeze at either, as her support and gestures had done so much for him in the past months he had the pleasure of knowing her.

The retired hero held his breath, sliding his arm closer to her in the goal of rousing her. He felt the cool untouched sheets of his bed tickle his skin, and apart of him seriously just wanted to stay right here with (Y/N) and not go to work. He watched her intently, his cautious hands standing by to pull away at any sign of her moving. He didn't want to come off as creepy toward her, or even scare her. Toshinori's face still held a pink tint on his cheeks, a flutter in his nonexistent stomach and his heart pumping with adrenaline.