A Series Of Incidents (Katsuki Bakugou x reader)

[TWENTY FIVE]

When we got back to the hotel, at around ten, Katsuki is drooping. And I'm not fucking around when I say this, the boy is legit drooping like a sad flower or some shit.

I end up having to drag him into the hotel with him hanging off my shoulder.

The receptionist is so concerned at him that she asks me very politely if he'd accidentally got drunk; I reply no, but not before Katsuki barks that he is "a fucking responsible teenager".

Pfft. Yeah right. And my self esteem exists somewhere in the universe.

"You're not responsible, dipshit," I mutter, as I tug him into the elevator.

"Shut the fuck up... all of you loud ass fuckers are giving me a headache..." he clutches at his head in annoyance.

Peering around, I dully note that we're practically the only ones in the lobby, before pressing the button for our floor.

"I think you're high," I muse casually, tugging on the collar of his jacket so it's not crooked.

Katsuki doesn't even bother shaking me off, only grunting. Now, I'm kinda worried. I know he sleeps early and can't handle late nights, but damn, I didn't know he was this bad.

Then again, I'm not tired at all. I think I'll be pulling an all nighter.

"Right, Katsu," I order, putting a hand on my hip. "As soon as we get in, it's into your pajamas and to sleep. I'm going to be pulling an all nighter, so it's best if you're asleep before I begin my..." I trail off, making a deep face.

What do I tell him?

"Before you what? Start smoking weed?" Katsuki snorts, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"Fight me," I hiss. "That's Denki's job, you idiot."

"Mmm." For some absurd reason, he leans in very close to my face, and inspects me.

Oh ma God, he on x games motherfucker.

"You're... a little close there, boi," I laugh awkwardly, sweating slightly. To give me some space, I step back a little, to the other side of the lift.

Instead of being dissuaded, Katsuki comes closer, so close that he's literally one inch from me. I'm staring right into his eyes; and fuck, can I bring up the topic that it gives me heartburn?

"I like your smile," he suddenly says, after a few seconds.

Nervously chortling, I rub the back of my head. "Kgdjsgtidgjdististutu?"

"And your cheeks," he grabs ahold of my face and squishes my cheeks. "They're cute."

How the fuck is cute in his vocabulary?

"You're high," I blurt out, gently pushing away from me. "You need some fuckin sleep."

"Damn right," he slurs, sounding almost drunk. I think back to the receptionist's question, and consider if my answer was actually correct.

Maybe something got in his drink. Maybe alcohol, maybe drugs. Maybe a McDonald's Happy meal.

How the fuck would you even fit that in a drink, (Y/N)? Idiot.

To my relief, we arrive at the floor, and I instantly pull him out of the lift, and towards our room.

Unlocking it violently, I shove Katsuki inside, close the door, toss his nightwear at him, and then yeet his drunk/sleepy ass into the bathroom.

"CHANGE!" I shout, before slamming the door shut.

There's a moment of silence, before I sink down into my chair, and try not to think about what just happened.

He smelled... that bastard smelled of fuckin cinnamon. How?!

Taking out my phone, I decide it would be best to distract myself with rip vine videos.

When Katsuki comes out, he looks prepared to literally kill me, but I cut him off before he can speak.

"You want a lullaby?" I ask. He opens his mouth to scream profanities at him, but I interrupt him again; "Shut the fuck up and go to sleep," I sing carelessly. "There. Goodnight."

He huffs furiously, before storming over to the bed, and angrily pulling the sheets over him.

I turn the light out, and then retrieve my jumper from my suitcase and pull it over my head as a blanket so he can't see the light of my phone, and then continue watching my videos.

"acTuaLlY mEghAn, I can't sIt aNyWhEre!"

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Two hours later, and I'm now just blandly staring at the official video for YMCA. I literally have no energy left, but I can't sleep.

I know I won't sleep, so what's the point of trying?

Insomnia is a very strange thing, which can make you so incredibly tired, but unable to reach the blissful sensation of nothingness, which is sleep. It makes you toss, and turn, and scream and cry into your pillow, deep into the night.

You only give in to it, and lay there, when the sun peeks through your curtains and the light of day tells you that it's over, and another troubling night is soon to come.

But, as I feel an earbud fall out, I so hear some shuffling from behind me. Suddenly, there's a hand on my shoulder, and an entire weight slumps on to me.

And by an entire weight, I lean Katsuki literally just lays on my back, as I've set up base camp on the floor with a few pillows.

With his chin propped up on my shoulder, he questions in a gruff voice, "The fuck are you doing? It's like, eleven thirty."

It takes me a couple of moments to answer, because he's literally lying on me, and I can feel his fucking breath on my ear. "C-Can't sleep," I finally spit out.

"Mmm?" his hum sends vibrations throughout my body.

I feel my fingers tense, as I desperately try to concentrate on the "YOUNG MAN, I WAS ONCE IN YOUR SHOES" part of the song, which is currently blaring in my right ear.

"Yeah. Um, this is normal, so... it's fine. Just go back to sleep." I deny hopelessly, finally pausing the video. I can't focus on the gayness when there's an abnormally handsome man lying on my fucking back.

Why the fuck were you blessed with such genetics? I got the fuckin DNA of a turd, I swear.

Katsuki says nothing for a moment, before something extraordinary happens.

His fingers curl under the rim of my shirt, and pull it back slightly, not too much, but only to reveal my shoulder.

I hold in a loud scream, which catches in my throat, and leaves me with the thought, "OH NO HE'S REALLY HAD IT AND HE'S GONNA KILL ME!"

What happens next makes the thought disappear completely.

It's soft, extremely soft, yet firm; the feeling of his rough lips on the back of my shoulder, I mean.

It's a very tender kiss, not exactly sure of itself, but Katsuki's pushing it in the right direction. It's feels... nice.

"Fuckin fine, dumbass," he whispers against my skin, before getting off me, and walking back over to his bed.

My heart thunders in my chest, as I instinctively move a shaking hand to press where his mouth once was on my body.

Now I know I won't sleep.

A/n: wow, two updates in one week. I was feeling sad cuz some really shitty stuff happened today, so writing Softski makes me feel better. Kind of.

Sorry if he was ooc, I'm really not feeling like writing aggressiveness rn.