Phantasm
(noun)
1. A figment of the imagination; an illusion or apparition.
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Smiling.
But it didn't reach his eyes.
Hair losing it spiked up shape to frame his face gently, outlining the soft curve of his cheeks and giving a more angelic glow when he passed in front of the dim candle light.
A singular candle for each table in the open rooms was somehow meant to light up the dining room and lounge area.
A blackout. Nothing new, but not how they wanted to end their night in the dorms.
Soft chatter and the snores of those who'd already fallen asleep drifted through the common room. Kirishima made his rounds to check up on everyone, while Bakugou remained in the farthest corner away from people.
Softly sighing, the redhead leaned against the wall and slid to a sitting position, knees tucked to his chest and arms limply wrapped about them.
"What's up with you Shitty Hair?"
"Nothing man, just tired 's all."
"Then go to sleep moron."
"But it's cold and dark, how am I supposed to sleep?"
"Get a blanket. And it's dark when you close your eyes isn't it?" Sarcasm dripped from his words as he shook his head.
"Please?" Kirishima begged, leaning against his friend's shoulder heavily.
"Oh my- fucking fine." He grunted, pulling the redhead to his feet and toward his room.
Curling up in his comforter, Bakugou slid over so Kirishima was nestled right against his side.
That tingle when their skin made contact didn't go unnoticed, neither did the light pink that colored Katsuki's cheeks when Eijirou cuddled into his side and wrapped his arms around his waist. What did happen to go unnoticed was the redheads look of longing when his fingertips grazed his companion's jaw and settled snugly on his chest.
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