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"Wait I been fucking a Todoroki all along?"
Trama was a word to describe their life. Being the second oldest of the Todoroki family, let's just say, luck wasn't something in their vocabulary. Somehow they always end up in...
The lights were dimmed down so she could sleep peacefully in my arms. She slept so soundly, but I couldn't. Too many questions roamed my head, it made it difficult for me to close my eyes and drift away.
Caressing her cheeks while I pondered. Through my series of questions, I knew one thing was for sure. Looking down at her sleeping figure, I felt the same giddy feeling that happened repeatedly. Again and again, it reached my chest.
Everything I ever wanted was in front of me.
"Shit. I'm acting like a high school nerd who just figured out what love is."
I rubbed my face with my hand, it was burning red from embarrassment. It was the thoughts of my patheticness that got me in shambles. Peering through my fingers, my eyes landed back on her face. It only made me flush more. I tried my best to keep myself from moving around too much so I wouldn't wake her up.
To be honest, I never figured out when I started feeling this way. I was never the type to believe 'love at first sight', actually I never believed in love in the first place.
Everything I saw while growing up always supported my idea of how stupid love was. How it wasn't a real thing. That all of that was built upon lies.
But maybe...just maybe...
I'll allow myself to be lied to.
I yawned, detangling my hands from her hair to close the lamp. As the room turned dark, I made sure she was comfortable and warm before closing my eyes, already on the verge of falling into slumber.
"Hopefully one day...you'll stop hiding things from me [N/N]."
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"Morning sleepyhead..."
I stirred around at the sound of his voice. I slowly opened my eyes to see Hawks, still drowsy, but he had on a gentle smile. I could feel the weight of his body beneath me, how his chest rose and fell with each breath he took. The steady beat of his heart, how warm he was, and the scent of citrus with a hint of lavender coming off him.
"Morning Kei."
His eyes widened at the nickname but he quickly got over it by pressing his lips on my cheeks. I squirmed in his hold, feeling ticklish.
"There." He stated proudly, "The payment for being adorable."
I rolled my eyes on him, "Nonsense."
He chuckled, fingers brushing my hair out of my face. I hummed, hand trailing up to play with his fluffy hair.
