#especially whe g hat shit is SHHINING into my eyes

[horrorsboyfrie]

☆ lazy mornings with shigaraki tomura

gods, if there's one thing that this man hated more than self-proclaimed heroes, it would be the realization at 7-8 in the morning of having forgotten to close the blinds from the night before, the rays of the sun glazing across his face.

he'd groan, pulling your body closer to his. he was at least a little glad that you hadn't moved away from him, still cuddled up against him. his head buried in your hair, eyes shut closed as he did his best to avoid the light going directly into his eyes.

he didn't want to get up to close up the blinds. too comfortable in his current position. you were keeping him warm, shielding him from the morning rays.

when you eventually got up and out of his arms, equally as grumpy as he, for the same reason, he was more than disappointed to be deprived of your touch, even if just momentarily. you stumbled twice on your way to the window, practically falling to the bed as you got back; but on the bright side, the room was pitch black.

he wasted no moment pulling you back into his body, pinching your side, a silent way of telling you that you shouldn't have left his embrace. and to that, you bumped your head into his chest, as if shutting him up.

he whined, resisting the urge to bite your arm for the "attitude problem" that he liked to point out on you. he couldn't be bothered, he was too engaged in the way your body fit perfectly around his, as if you were made to be his personal body pillow, who just happened to piss him off in a mildly endearing way at times.