Save My Soul : Bakugou x Reader

40 - Anymore Nightmares?

A tired sigh escaped your lips as you hauled your little suitcase up the stairs to the door of your dorms. You had left early on the Friday just gone for your work study and you had returned on Sunday evening just two days later. You'd have to catch up on missed work over the weekend, the more you thought about all the effort needed to do so the less the work study seemed worth it. Tokoyami opened the door and entered, you followed suit to be greeted by all your classmates in the common space.

"Woah (Y:N)! Your hair looks great!" You beamed at Kaminari's compliment while swishing your head from side to side to show off your hair sarcastically. During the second day of your work study you had made an impromptu stop at a hairdresser's. Your once long hair now came to just under your chin in a shaggy bob, you may have also dyed the underneath of your hair a blueish platinum to match your hero costume. It was most of the class' first time seeing you with your hair down and they thought that it framed your face perfectly.

"Where're Shoto and Katsuki?" After a scan of the building with your quirk, you hadn't spotted the two boys who had been plaguing your mind recently. Honestly, you were itching to see them, you missed the feeling of having them near. An amused expression spread to the faces of your classmates, though some of them looked slightly sympathetic. "Oh yeah, the supplementary lessons for the license."

"They should be back any minute though." Sero's comment earned a nod from you as you shrugged off your coat and hung it up on your designated hook before removing your shoes. You'd be lying if you said that you weren't dying for a nap, you hadn't slept a wink since your nightmare on Friday, but that can wait until you've seen the two boys. With a light grip, you pulled your suitcase to the elevator, your feet dragged softly against the hardwood floor from exhaustion. The button of the lift lit up once you had pressed it and the generic ding sounded as the doors opened.

"Cool, I'm gonna unpack." With that you pressed the button for the second floor and leant against the railing lining the back wall of the enclosed space. You felt the lift start up, as no music but the hum of machinery filled your ears. You had always liked the feeling of being in a moving lift, it was a sensation you had only ever felt in an elevator, how it fights steadily against gravity through pure manufactured strength.

Soon enough the doors reopened and you swayed to your dorm room. You took a deep inhale as you entered the decent sized room, it smelled a bit stale from the lack of air circulation for the past two days but that was all. You made a mental note to leave a window open next time and unpacked your stuff. Luckily, just as soon as you had finished you heard the welcoming jeers of your classmates, the dynamic duo were back. You watched through the floorboards and walls as Katsuki headed straight for his room and, as the good friend you were, you decided to go bother him for a bit.

The trek to his room was short, only a little elevator ride away. You knocked thrice before gripping the doorknob and opening the door. You smirked as Katsuki went to yell at whoever entered before realising it was you and flopping onto the bed with his hands behind his head. You scoff at the lack of greeting but secretly you were pleased with the level of familiarity you were at with him. He heard you shuffling across the room to him before you lied down on top of him, nuzzling slightly into his chest - you blamed that on being tired. He clicked his tongue in feigned discontent but made no attempt to push you away.

"Hey pretty boy." He could feel you grin against his chest at the teasing nickname, something about actually physically feeling your happiness made his heart stutter.

"Short stack." He grunted out. Your cheek pressed further into him as your grin grew wider at the curt greeting. He brought one hand down to thread through your hair so that he could examine it (yeah that's why he wanted to stroke your hair... totally). "Your hair's improved."