章 88: Chapter Eighty Nine
"Ooo-" Shiro sat up seeing you walk through your dormitory door. "-how'd it go?" He wondered, "You bring me food?" He asked, watching you cross over the room—Shiro eyed the two light pink boxes you carried.
"It went..." You trailed off, Toru's request was over washed by the feel of Katsuki's arms wrapping around you and his kiss lingering over your lips. "...good."
"Just good?" Shiro raised an eyebrow, you tossed him the top box while leaving your left-over treats on the two-person table. "You get laid?" Shiro wondered as he shoved a baked good in his mouth, you lazily shot him an annoyed expression. "You want me to beat him up?" He muffled out. You rolled your eyes as you removed your jacket.
"How's the arm?" You questioned, Shiro shrugged his one shoulder.
"I am in pain-"
"Why did I ask?" You questioned yourself, shaking your head.
"I am in pain!" Shiro whined, you bent down unlacing your boots. "What are you doing?" Shiro gazed over the edge of the bed inspecting your every move.
"Building a fucking bridge-" You replied, neatly placing your shoes by the table. "-what does it look like I'm doing?"
"Weirdly giving your brother a show?" Shiro replied, popping another treat in his mouth. You took a deep breath.
"I will shoot you-" You slowly say, "-and really give you something to complain about."
"Mm, kinky." Shiro laughed, "I can see why Bambi is so into you."
"He is not-" You scoffed.
"Oh yeah-?" Shiro retorted, "-then why is there a hickey on your neck?"
"There is not!" You shoot over to the mirror, looking over your neck.
"Ah-Ha-!" Shiro jumped up. "-something did happen!"
"Oh, fuck off!" You growled, spinning on your heel you picked up a neatly folded shirt off your dresser.
"Tell me-!" Shiro whined, "-share with your big brother!"
"Big brother is about to get a real show if he doesn't fuck off." You replied, gripping the hem of your shirt.
"I'm out!" Shiro held his hands up, turning to the door—he quickly did a spin, grabbing his treat box before exiting the room.
You exhaled a deep breath, taking in the full events of the day as you leaned on the chair. You ran your tongue over your teeth, grinning as you thought back to the pod door of the Ferris Wheel opening.
"He really did that..." Your smile grew.
You changed into the baggy shirt and shorts before walking out of the dorm room—Shiro sat leaning against the opposite wall indulging in his food.
"Is that my shirt?" He muffled.
"No." You replied, moving to the door beside yours. "It's Katsuki's."
"Oh-!" Shiro hopped up, "-was that a first name I just heard!?"
"Shut up." You groaned, too tired to deal with your brothers' antics. "Where you going?" You questioned, expecting him to be hanging out on your heels but instead his hand was on your dormitory's door.
"I'm gonna take a shower." Shiro yawned, stretching his arm out with the box in it. "Why-?" He smirked; "-you need me to chaperone?" Shiro wiggled his eyebrows.
You muttered insults under your breath as you walked into Katsuki's room, the sweet scent of melted sugar and caramel instantly greeted you. Soft, ambient lighting emanated from a few strategically placed candles; your eyes met those scarlet orbs.
"Figured we should use them more than once." Katsuki shrugged making you smile, while standing in Katsuki's room, you remembered how comfortable and familiar a space it was, filled with memories of your time together. The large, comfy bed was dressed in soft, inviting sheets. As Katsuki fiddled with the TV, you nestled comfortably on the bed, leaning against a pile of pillows.
"If you're hungry-" Katsuki motioned to his desk beside the bed, the leftovers from J-World were placed there. "-help yourself."
"Thanks." You didn't move to help yourself, instead you pulled his blanket over your shoulders, loving the feel of his mattress molding to your frame.
Katsuki clicked play, grabbing the remote he turned, ready to join you on the bed but he froze. You were already tucked in, wrapped in his blankets, Katsuki's mind was ripped into the past, remembering all the times you laid there before Shooter happened. Katsuki could still see Mina kicking her feet under his blankets while taking over his bed. For the first time since he got you back, Katsuki felt like you all can finally get back to that.
The movie began, its soft melodies and gentle opening scenes drawing you into a world of romance and adventure.
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"Sup losers!" Shiro burst into the room, declaring his presence. Shiro frowned, Katsuki laid on his back, arm behind his head looking annoyed while you slept, pressed into his side. "How is she already asleep?"
"What is that?" Katsuki asked the better question, as Shiro walked in the room, he dragged an object behind him.
"You think I'm snuggling with you again?" Shiro laughed, plopping the cot on the floor before hopping on it. "You're too damn hot!"
"You gotta be kidding me." Katsuki sighed as Shiro wrapped himself in the blankets.
"What are we watching?" Shiro wondered, "Restart it." Katsuki—who shockingly didn't argue—just hit reply without a word.
The room fell into a silence, Shiro was drawn into the bright flashing colors while Katsuki mindlessly brushed his fingers up and down your arm. His eyes focused on the faded lines which had long healed over, he couldn't stop himself from counting the scars—from counting how many times you needed him, and he wasn't there.
"Do I have to give you the talk?" Shiro's voice broke the tranquil silence. Katsuki glanced over, Shiro hadn't turned away from the television.
"What talk?" Katsuki wondered, Shiro glanced over his shoulder, eyes devoid of all humor.
"The one where I say if you hurt her, I'll break every bone in your body." Shiro replied, staring into Katsuki's crimson eyes before turning around, returning to the show.
Katsuki turned, staring at your sleeping expression.
"No." Katsuki hummed, brushing your hair back. "You don't have to give me that talk."
In the quiet hush of the middle of the night, the room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the television, which had been left on the movie's start screen, frozen in time. The room was cocooned in a serene stillness, as if the world had paused just for them.
You were nestled comfortably in Bakugo's embrace, head resting gently on his chest as he had drifted into slumber.
As the movie's screen continued to play its muted images, a gentle stirring broke the silence. You slowly blinked your eyes open, feeling a hand placed gently over your lips. Your gaze shifted to Shiro, who stood beside the bed, his expression urgent yet cautious.
Without a word, Shiro nodded toward the sleeping form of Katsuki, who lay beside you. You understood his unspoken message and carefully untangled yourself from Katsuki's warm embrace. You glanced back at him for a moment, pulling your lips into a tight line, you followed Shiro silently out the room.
You shot him a tight knitted expression—Shiro pulled his phone from his pocket, wiggling it in front of you. Quickly the dots connected, parting your lips—the Cobbler had messaged him.
The creaking of the front door hinge was a whisper in the stillness of the night as you and Shiro stepped outside into the cool, quiet air, dressed in your Bullet gear. The night sky was adorned with a splendor of stars, their gentle shimmer casting a magical glow over the world.
Underneath the celestial canopy, Shiro and you wandered further into the night, steps soft and deliberate. You walked in companionable silence; the only sound was the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. It was a moment suspended in time, shared between two people who understood each other without needing words.
As you and Shiro ventured off U.A. grounds you couldn't help but glance back one more time where Katsuki's peaceful form still lay in slumber—and where Shiro and your ankle monitors remained.
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