Todoroki's P.O.V

'Why the hell did I say that?'

I stared blankly at Bakugou as it dawned on me exactly what I said. Immediately I expected him to yell and be like, 'What the hell Bastard!', or try and kill me via decapitation by explosions. Blinking once, twice, three times. I held my breath and closed my eyes, tensing up, and waited for my inevitable death to befall me.

To my surprise it never did.

"Yeah, I guess. Now move your ass over." Hold on, whaaaaaat?

I didn't move, I didn't trust myself to move, or even breathe. Instead, I sat blanking on what was going on. There is no way that Bakugou 'GO TO HELL!' Katsuki said what I think he said. I'm dreaming… there is absolutely no way this is really happening. I pinched my arm, "Ow…"

"The hell you do that for, idiot?" He's still here? That means…

"Oh. This is really happening…"

"Of course this is really happening! Did you somehow lose your entire brain in the hour I was away from you?" He knocked repeatedly on my forehead with his hand and I swear I saw him mouth out: "hollow" with a smirk. He eventually stopped and moved his hand away, "Are you going to let me up, or am I expected to sleep on the floor like an animal."

"Hmm," I pretended to think, and watched as he gawked in disbelief. He pushed me jokingly and I fell backwards onto the bed, laughing.

"Idiot, I'm not an animal, and even if I were - I'd be taking over your space and kicking you off." I sat back up, and stared silently as he continued, "So, are you going to let me on, or am I going to have to grab a giant-ass spatula and launch your ass off the bed?" He grinned like a mad-man. 'Adorable.'

"Try saying, 'please'," I teased. Which is probably not the smartest thing to do to a tired teen with the ability to create Explosions with his own hands.

Letting out a breathy chortle, I swung my legs back onto the bed and moved to the absolute edge of the other side. Laying on my back, I turned my head to look at him, then patted the space beside me, inviting him in. He grabbed the blankets' corner and slid under it. I watched as he shuffled around, shifting ever so slightly each time he moved. He yanked the comforter and wrapped himself in it, leaving me with a very tiny section left.

I tried with all my might to pull the blanket back over me, but no part of it wasn't currently covering the spiky blonde beside me. "Stop hogging the blanket, I'm cold as frick!" I complained, trying to wrangle the blanket from his grasp yet again.

He turned and faced me, glaring at either me or the blanket, and shot back, "There's enough here, stop being a pussy and move closer. I'm not giving up any more than I already have," He did have a point, there was enough blanket in the space between us, but how am I to know how close I'm allowed to be? "Actually, hold on a second," He leaned off the bed dangling by his legs, and out of fear I reached over and grabbed onto his shirt, "I'm not gonna fall off, loser," he grabbed something and pulled himself back up. Letting go of him I felt something be thrown at my head. My hands immediately went up to wrestle whatever it was off, once free I glanced at it. It was a thin blanket, but it was softer than anything I've ever owned.

This could work. I removed the comforter and threw it over Bakugou, spreading the thinner one over me first, and also reluctantly moved inwards a tiny bit, "You do know that I don't bite, right?" I was going to say something about that, but I didn't have to, "Fine, I don't bite too hard. Dumbass," I chuckled and moved farther in. Grabbing the blanket I threw over him, I wrapped it over the other one. As I turned onto my left side, facing away from him, I heard a silent, "Goodnight," come from beside me. 'Cute.'

I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, but I just couldn't. I laid there for at least ten minutes, tossing and turning, even changing positions multiple times. I tried my back, my stomach, even curled up in a ball, but nothing worked. And it was as if the world was teasing me because from right next to me I heard a sound that reminded me of a lawn-mower. Bakugou was full-on snoring, it was loud, annoying, but for some reason comforting.

He sounded like a dying whale that swallowed lit dynamite. It was obnoxious, and it only stopped to be replaced with, "Imma beat your ass… Deku…" 'Oh my god. He sleep-taunts.' I turned to face him, and narrowly dodged a flying arm, 'he also sleep-fights. That is hilarious.' Softly, I sighed and peeked at his face from behind the blanket I had pulled up to my face. 'He really is handsome.'

'He won't mind if I…' Holding my breath I moved closer and wrapped my arm around his waist, holding him taut against my body. I waited for a reaction of any kind, but nothing happened. Taking that as a sign, I kept going and buried my head into his chest and breathed out a sigh of relief. He was pleasantly warm, and made a surprisingly good headrest. Moving in as close as I possibly could I finally found myself finally drifting off to sleep. 'This is nice.'

When I woke up I had no clue what happened during the night, nor what was even happening at this current moment. The second I became conscious something felt different, strange. My eyes flew open and I looked around at my surroundings. Nothing looked wrong at first glance, but when I tried to move I quickly found the problem.

My legs were intertwined with Bakugou's (I had knees pushed against the backs of my thighs); his arm was around my back - secured tightly on my chest - just like mine had been only hours before; and his head was resting against my lower shoulder blade. Puffs of air were being blown onto my back every time he breathed out.

'Oh. My. God.'

Momentarily, it was as if the world slowed down, I was frozen in my spot - unable to move. Breathing in and out fast, I felt light-headed, about to pass out. Everything was circling my head. 'There's not an inch of space, hell, there isn't even a centimeter.' I couldn't see what was happening behind me, but I could feel how close we were. Every time he moved I felt it. From the slight movement of his legs as they straightened out, but for some reason stayed wrapped around. The slip of his hand as it moved down to my stomach. How his hair tickled my neck as he buried his head deeper into my shoulder. How am I supposed to handle this?

'Calm your ass, Shoto.' I tried to distract myself by thinking about my old man, which usually works. Apparently, that's only when I'm not being held by a Pomeranian with anger issues. Over and over I played through my tragic backstory (as Midoriya once said), in gruesome detail I tried to recall every beat down. The pain. The turmoil I faced. How strong Bakugou's legs feel. How my moth-

'Crap.'

Whatever happened to 'stoic Todoroki'? Why am I unable to think of anything other than Bakugou. It makes me furious, he makes me furious! How am I supposed to work on becoming a hero if every exercise I catch myself staring at him, and losing focus?

Untangling our legs, I flipped onto my back. He did look really pretty, especially since his face was unusually relaxed. Staring at him felt calming, I caught myself slowly blinking, and happily sighing, it felt more like home than anywhere else has - with the exception of my Mother's arms.

I watched as Bakugou turned, and did nothing as he began to lay on me. I felt him shift and a leg was laid over one of my own, slid into the open space between my legs - once again being kneed in the thigh. I was crushed under the weight of Bakugou's chest as he squished my arm against my side and splayed his arm across my body, resting upon the pillow I was using. His head was now buried into my neck. 'Oh shit.'

Why can't anyone teach us how to deal with pesky feelings. I can't help but feel like I'm dying of heatstroke, of course, that could also be caused by the extra body heat. Without thinking I muttered, "Bakugou," and was met not with him waking up, but instead him pressing further against me. "Holy fuck," was the only thing I said, and I think it's a proper way to express how I was feeling.

I shifted, it wasn't because I was uncomfortable with our positions - I craved the contact, especially since it was him - no. I shifted because I was unsure if this was truly Bakugou. If when he wakes up and sees how we are, will he stop talking to me? Would he deny everything once again, without having a civil conversation with me?

Worried, I tried to escape from his grasp, only to be stopped by Bakugou lifting his head up, and meeting my frightened eyes with his tired ones. Here it comes...

"Stop moving so much dumbass, I'm trying to sleep here."