#teeny tiny and build it upwards so nothing feels overwhelming

[camencanto]

do you share the struggle of always wanting to learn a new skill but never wanting to put in the effort

me with the guitar every day of my life dude

[coffee-mugz]

Inspired by: This post!

Warning: cursing, mention of alcohol and murder (dont worry, nothing serious at all.)

Pairing: Remus x Virgil

Note: Firstly, this is unedited, secondly, I do not own these characters! They belong to Thomas.

Today was December 19th at around 8 PM.

For others, it was a normal day. A fine winter day with a faint dust of snow and chilly weather. Christmas ornaments and decorations were set up everywhere in the suburban neighborhood, lighting up the otherwise gloomy streets. Families were getting prepared for the holidays and children were excitingly nearing their winter breaks. A normal day.

But for Virgil, it was in fact a very important day. It was the day he'd turn 18, the day he'd first meet his soulmate. Well, "meet" was a bit of an exaggeration. Okay, maybe a lot, but switching emotions with their fated other for an hour was as interesting as it is useless.

And, as the time ticked nearer to 8:12, Virgil felt a rise of guilt and fear bubble up in his chest. And suddenly, everything was too much for him to bear.

The brightly flashing Christmas lights seemed to absolutely tear through his vision, too bright for him to completely register.

The laughter and cheers from the party- his birthday party- were too loud. They flooded his brain and his head pounded.

And he's reminded of those awful thoughts of doubt, his mind spiraling downwards into a dark pit he couldn't avoid.

What would they think of me?

Should I eat?

Would they think I'm eating too much?

Do I look bad?

Do I look fat?

Am I talking too much?

What if they dont like my smile?

My smile is ugly.

My makeup doesn't fit in.

My clothes look strange.

I don't fit in.

I'm strange.

Why would they want to talk to me?

My soulmate-

My soulmate will feel this.

What do I do?!

I dont want them to feel miserable.

They're going to hate me.

They're going to blame me.

What if they're doing something important right now?

What if I ruined their life by giving them a panic attack?

Virgil flinched, feeling a hand suddenly land on his shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts. A faint whisper of alcohol could be smelled behind him, and judging the fact he hadn't brought any alcohol here since he (and almost everybody else) was underage, he already knew who it was.

"Virgin?" A deep voice called his "nickname"- if it even could be called one.

"R-Re-" Virgil stuttered, his breath still rather rapid and his heartbeat nearly exploding.

It was Remus. His best friend since middle school... and his not-so-secret teeny tiny crush.

Sure enough, Remus popped in front of him, one hand holding a bottle of beer while the other seemed to have dropped his deodorant.

"How you doing, birthday boy~? I brought the other little shits some alcohol so they could finally- woah there. You good, Virgin?" Remus ranted to him, before abruptly stopping, seeing Virgil's teary eyes and smudges makeup.

Remus took a glance at Virgil's chest, noticing it rising and falling rather rapidly despite it being mostly coveted up with Virgil's oversized hoodie.

Remus put down his bottle on a nearby coffee table, stretching his arms out as a sign that the shaking boy could hug him.

"You need some time- upstairs- away from all this shit? I get it. Roman can be such a dick-face sometimes, I want to toss him out of a ten story building too." Virgil laughed, graciously taking Remus's offer and hugging him.

Remus was warm- really warm. All of Virgil wanted to do at the moment was keep snuggling into his arms, confess even, but he knew he couldn't do that to Remus, who was waiting for nearly 2 years for his soulmate to pop up. He was a rare case, having an age gap with his soulmate. Virgil couldn't take away Remus' fated other, especially when he had been waiting for so long. That would be robbing Remus's future partner.

"Let's go to Mr. Virgin's super dark lair to see what kind of toys he has hidden away-" Remus said, quiet so that nobody else heard it, but loud enough for Virgil to punch him in the chest.

"Oof! So it looks like be got a naughty one here!" Remus let go, much to Virgil's disappointment, to dramatically clutch his chest, as if he'd been stabbed.

Virgil grabbed him by the sleeve, too afraid to make direct skin contact again in fear of Remus thinking he was strange, and dragged both of them up to his room.

Although Virgil's breathing had become more stable, his heart was still racing and his adrenaline rush has yet to fully wear off. A faint thump of guilt emerged in his chest, though he didn't know why.

Soon enough, they were by themselves, locked in a room where the only colors you could see are purple, black, or grey, accompanied by a rather Halloween type of astethic despite it being Christmas.

Virgil sat himself down on the bed, making enough space for Remus to sit tight next to him. He tossed his purple spiderweb blanket on top of the two of them and took the opportunity to lean on Remus's shoulder, panicking as he felt his ear brush against bear skin.

Virgil jolted upwards, staring at Remus, who was somehow wearing a tank top now. Virgil's eyes dashed across the room, spotting Remus's unruly leather jacket on the ground, long discarded.

"What? Emo boy can't handle my hots?" Remus asked, and Virgil could only roll his eyes and pull a bit of blanket up, so that he could lean on Remus without physically touching him.

Who knows how much farther his emotions would spike if he were to have skin-to-skin contact like before? It's already too late to stop, seeing as it was already his birthday.

Man, does time fly by fast.

"So, wanna talk about it?" Remus asked, sticking a piece of deodorant he got from who knows where into his mouth. Though, Virgil knows it's mostly marshmallow fluff. They made it together a few years ago, and it was still a long running joke.

"...Probably. But no." Virgil replied, sneaking a look at his digital clock.

8:10, 3 minutes before he'd switch.

"Mmm, why not? Y'know, you love rambling."

Virgil could only avert his gaze, his throat closing up on him.

"Virgin?" Remus asked; shaking his shoulder a bit, causing Virgil's bright purple hair to become staticky.

Fuck, Virgil thought. He really hated this- hated having to watch Remus get snagged away because he knew he wasn't destined to him. Why in the world would Remus be paired dup with him? His luck had always been bad, so this just sounded absurd to him.

"I'm sorry." Virgil meekly replied, nuzzling his head further into Remus's arm as he watched the clock flash to 8:11. 2 minutes left.

Remus looked down on him, confusion evident on his face. "Sorry for what? Sorry for making me leave my beer?"

Virgil paused, forcing down his emotions as tears welled up in his eyes. He hated this, so do much. He should have tried harder, to be good enough to stand by Remus's side. He should've been more confident, better suitable for Remus's own cocky, rash attitude. Hr should've tried to end this years ago, but what a coward he was, leaning on him to the last second.

The clock flashed to 8:12, and Virgil felt his previous regret and guilt become replaced with self hatred. If only he had been better suitable for him...

"Virgin?" Remus asked again, not getting a reply from the boy. He want used to being left in the silent. He was used to being instantly retaliated by Virgil's snarky comments, right after his own. He wasn't acting at all like the normal.

"I'm sorry for loving y-" Virgil stopped, feeling all his prior emotions immediately flush down the drain as he was suddenly filled with something else. His confession was stopped, and hid apology that followed right after escaped his mind.

Confidence, pride, arrogance, confusion, an urge to explore his entire neighborhood (and maybe even the world)- he felt all these foreign emotions suddenly overwhelm him. He stared at the clock, which now proudly blinked 8:13.

What? Dude, at least give a man his time!

Virgil was suddenly given the urge to punch it, and act...irrational.

A beam of hope sprung up in his heart, only for it to vanish seconds after it.

There are plenty of people who are irrational, brash, and arrogant like this. But Virgil, surprisingly, couldn't accept that, as his hope was reignited, as stubborn as a mule.

Because Remus was fine-

"Hick-" A small noise came from beside him, the hope in his heart glowing brighter, fiercer than it ever had before.

"Remus?" Virgil asked, his voice loud and clearm. It even shocked him, who knew he always kept his voice down in fear of being too annoying.

"D-Damn." Remus cursed, furiously wiping away at his eyes.

"R-Remus?" Virgil felt a searing pain erupt in his body, but it wasn't painful. He...enjoyed it. His body felt as if he were on fire, tears once again threatening to fall, but was held back just in time. For some reason, he couldn't accept the fact that he almost cried in front of Remus. It mad him feel...weak.

"Wow, holy shit." Remus tried to laugh it off, but Virgil noticed the glistening tears running down his arms, each one giving striking Virgil in the chest with his own sadness.

"A-Are you ok?" Virgil asked, taking his head off of Remus's shoulder, questioning whether to wrap his arms around the other. He didn't, because a small part of him doubted that this was real, but a big part of him believe it was.

"Virgil," Virgil flinched, unexpectedly hearing his own, correct name coming from Remus's mouth.

"You really hate yourself this much?" The moment he heard this, his heart shattered, finally realizing what he had done.

His soulmate- Remus, as much as he couldn't believe it- was just given...possibly the worst thoughts he had ever encountered. Self deprivations, self hatred, regret and guilt, anxiety, everything that Virgil usually burdened himself to carry was now placed onto Remus's chest.

Virgil knew how it felt, and he knew how horrible the aftermath was.

Without a second thought, Virgil tossed his arms around Remus's large stature, and although his arms weren't quite long enough to fully encase him in an embrace like Remus would usually do to him, it was better than nothing.

"I'm sorry." Remus muttered, giving a strained laugh, so unlike his unrestrained, boisterous one.

"There's nothing to be sorry about." Virgil quickly shut it down, knowing himself well enough that the moment he apologizes is when everything starts getting worse and worse. He then starts thinking about what he wished he could hear from the other during these times, and although hesitant, he said it anyways.

"I love you." Virgil confessed, seeing Remus tense up his entire body.

"I love you so much." Virgil repeats, watching as Remus started to shake this time. Virgil started to worry, thinking he had done something wrong, or in the worse case, messed up their relationship.

Soon after, a chuckle could be heard, and Remus looks up, smiling happily as tears continued to stream down his face.

"Good news for you, so do I, you dick."

Virgil looked offended, an expression Remus thought he would never have seen, and watched as Virgil proudly proclaimed:

"Since when have I been a dick when you're acting like one! I even told you first- all three times- that I love you! Say it, say it. C'mon!" Virgil hissed, but relaxed after hearing a laugh that sounded more like Remus. It wasn't him entirely, but it was a lot better than before.

"Asshole." Remus fixed, grinning once again at Virgil's unsupporting gaze.

"Its true! Look at me- I radiate top energy. You're definitely a bottom." Remus said, snapping his mouth shut as he realized what he said, green eyes wide open in shock.

But he was eased out of that state with Virgil's calm, sarcastic laughter, and was once again bombarded with the fact that Virgil could definitely top somebody else, and that he wasn't entirely a bottom.

But they both knew that Remus was right in the end, neither of them want to admit it, though.

They spent the rest of their little break in Virgil's room, Virgil taking the initiative to thank everybody for coming to the party and seeing them out the door when the time had come. On the way out, everybody gave him a knowing glance as he rolled his eyes, slamming the door in their faces, leaving them in the midst of a blizzard.

Truth be told, the party wasn't really a party. At least, not to Remus who had gone to so many parties with over 30 people attending each. But to Virgil, it was enough, especially when Declyn and Roman were in the same room.

The test of their hour was spent with the two of them questioning each other's emotions, Remus asking more of them than Virgil.

"How do you even think like this?"

"I have a strange urge to eat chocolate."

"Is this why you never talk?"

"Wow, I look horrible. Did I always smell like this?"

"How the fuck did you deal with my chaotic dumbass energy? Like- Everything looks dangerous! Even that stupid broom you never use! What if it falls and trips an unlucky bitch?"

"That ceiling fan of yours is giving me major creep vibes- you never know when it's gonna fall! It's plotting against us!"

"How do you manage to sleep like this?"

Remus would continue to endlessly spill out questions after questions, cherishing this hour of his life to see everything his soulmate looked through his own eyes. And this is when he truly learned about different perspectives.

Like he said: the ceiling fan he never played attention to is always on his mind now, he never thought to use actual deodorant until now, when he thought about what Virgil would think despite him knowing very well that he doesn't give a damn. That lamp in the corner of the room? Remus had seen it before, but now he could only think about what would happen if it were to tip over.

Minor things he never noticed became so apparent in his life, and he feels horrible remembering all the times he forced Virgil to do something absolutely crazy with him (like the shopping cart incident). He couldn't imagine what it would feel like to have to do that when he feels this horrible just lying down.

It was the same with Virgil. He never knew Remus experienced such a pull to the outside world until now. In fact, a 'pull' would be an understatement. He desperately wants to go outside and maybe even conquer the woods just outside of his house, but it takes every ounce of his will to stay put and stay shut inside.

It helps knowing Remus appreciated it.

Virgil hasn't had a single thought about everything that would have been in his mind. He felt...giddy, and he wasn't sure what to think of it. He hadn't felt this way for a good few years now, so it certainly came as a shock to his unprepared mind.

As the minutes passed by, the digital clock finally beeped "9:13" and the two of them felt the exact same sensation as they did an hour prior.

A drain sucked out their personality -or emotions-, and their original one filled the void, leaving the two of them in silence as they grew accustomed to their original feelings.

Virgil, as he really couldn't focus on anything for too long for the entire hour, had just processed the fact that Remus was and is indeed his soulmate. A dream come true, if not a miracle. And Remus had just processed his own train of thought, grinning wildly as he dived towards Virgil, who let out an "oof!" at the sudden force and pressure.

Soon enough, Virgil and Remus were in their usual cuddling position once again, with Virgil sitting on Remus's lap, facing him, wrapping his arms around his neck as he settles his head into the crook of it. Remus wrapped the both of them in a blanket, playing a crappy version of a scene from a recently released movie which was obviously taken in the movie theaters.

"Boyfriends?" Virgil suddenly asked, somehow growing enough confidence to ask such a question. To his delight, Remus grinned, picking up Virgil's thin body and swinging the both of them all around the room.

"Why don't we just get married? Right here!" Remus exclaimed, only to get his face pushed away and his mouth shut up.

"Married? Yeah right! You haven't even told me "I love you" yet! Now that I think of it, I'm the only one who said it, you ass! Say it!" Virgil tossed around Remus's head in all directions, only to end up on the ground, Remus's eyes spinning from the dizziness.

"I-I love you." Remus weakly muttered out, before grabbing a nearby bag of onion rings and smashing them open, picking one of the few intact rings.

He grabbed Virgil's hand and stuck the onion ring onto his ring finger. "Now, marry me?" Remus asked once again, tossing Virgil another onion ring and stretched this hand out, waiting for the other to slip it on.

Virgil blushed, hiding his red ears as he hit Remus's head rather ruthlessly and putting on the ring.

"Dammit, what'll Dee say if he finds out you proposed to me with a fucking onion ring." Virgil said, falling onto Remus's chest, staring at his new edible ring. A smile stretched out on his face, and although Remus may not have directly seen it, he knew exactly what he'd look like.

"Well, he'd be jealous! What better than to be able to eat your ring, so you can give your lover another one the next day. Y'know, Ro said it would be his "dream come true" if he could propose to his lover every day and relive the moment. So, me being me, I had to steal the number one place from that piece of shit again." Remus boasted, before proudly exclaiming, "And as you can see, it worked. You accepted it. Now I can rub it into his nasty face."

Virgil burst out laughing.

"Is that the only reason you proposed to me after being boyfriends for not even half an hour?" Remus paused for a moment, then making a gesture as if he were in deep thought. Virgil rolled his eyes at it.

"Well, I've considered you my boyfriend for the past few years already-"

"What?" Virgil sat up abruptly, shocked to hear such a thing. He didn't even remember Remus saying or acting weird at all.

"Yeah, that one time I got the both of us drunk by accident I ended up blurting something along the lines of "You're really cute" and you said that only your boyfriend can call you cute. I asked if I could be one, and you said yeah, so I called you cute again. It's really foggy since it was so long ago, but you probably forgot. You were hit by the alcohol cloud the hardest and you were younger than me, so it was obviously expected." Remus explained, then grinned at Virgil's shocked expression.

"Remember? The time I decided to burn my dad's vodka because I was pissed at him for some shitty reason. We didn't know that the alcohol would evaporate the moment we lit it on fire, and the wind pushed it to your direction first. Funny as hell looking back on it now, but it scared the shit out of me when you nearly fainted."

"No no, not that. You didnt take me out on dates and you never said you liked me."

"Uh, I did?"

"You didn't."

"I did! That time I took you to the treehouse- that was one! Then when the both of us ditched my own party to explore the woods and nearly broke my arm was another. After our shitty swimming lessons, when I took you to the cafe, that was another! Also that one time we climbed a tree and got stuck for 3 hours- that was another! All the sleepovers, dumpster diving, stealing from the old bastard and cuddle sessions were dates! And the "I love you" stuff... I'm not really good with it. I never know when the right time to say it is, so I ended up skipping that part. But still!" Remus ranted, counting all their "dates" using his fingers, while Virgil stayed silent in utter shock.

"Wait-" Virgil laughed again, "What is your definition of dates?" Remus looked at him, as if he asked the most stupid question on earth.

"No, really, what do you think a date is?"

Remus paused again, "well... it's when you're only with your lover, right? When it's only the two of us- Roman told me that. Roman... Ah, fuck! Don't tell me it's completely different!"

Remus banged his fist on the ground, spewing out more curses at his brother as Virgil's laughter only continued to rise.

"It's- HAHA- It's not completely different. It's right in a way, but you'd usually tell your partner if it's a date or if it's just hanging out. No wonder I had no idea- all those happened when I was so young! Haha, sorry."

Remus grumbled to himself, crossing his arms, but nevertheless managed to smile at Virgil's rare fits of laughter.

Remus: "Alright then- to fix everything my shitty bro did, how about a date tomorrow? In the woods." Remus smiled, and Virgil wiped away some of his tears.

"Yeah, sure. That's great."

[deku-leaf]

tangled up - part 2 - “am i naked?” kirishima x reader, bakugo x reader

part 1

author’s note: okay so i was really planning on getting into the details about what the hell is going wrong with y/n’s quirk, cuz i have a plan for it and everything, but then instead of doing that this just turned into a whoole bunch of kiri fluff. so more explanation will be coming.......later

warnings: swearing, blood, hospital/nurse’s office, fluff

word count: 1,394

summary: y/n’s injuries from her own quirk backfiring are embarrassing and painful enough. but when Recovery Girl isn’t available, the school nurse turns to modern medicine and gives y/n a healthy dose of pain meds - to kirishima’s absolute excitement.

-

“Kacchan, what did you do to Y/N?!”

“Y/N, are you okay??”

“Damn, Bakugo, you hit her with shrapnel or something?”

Bakugo growls as he approaches your classmates, still carrying you like a baby. You feel a million eyes on you and you’d probably be more embarrassed if you weren’t so distracted by the pain starting to set in. The cuts on your arms aren’t too bad, but the lower half of you is bleeding pretty badly. It stings like crazy.

“Seriously, Bakugo. What did you do?” Kaminari says, approaching the two of you and studying your injuries.

“Nothing, you idiot!” Katsuki barks. Your classmates begin to form a circle around the two of you, exclaiming at your bloody, limp body and hurling accusations at Katsuki. You feel him begin to heat up with anger.

“It wasn’t Bakugo…” You say, weakly. Everyone quiets down to listen. “It was…I just.” You search the eyes of your friends and classmates, unable to tell them what happened. Something about your own quirk backfiring on you was so heartbreaking. How did you get into UA and not have complete control over your quirk? How do you explain that to your peers, who are supposed to respect you?

“I lost control of my quirk.” The words feel sour in your mouth. “I don’t know what happened.” A lump begins forming in your throat, and you swallow it down.

“Oh, Y/N!” Mina has taken it upon herself to inspect your body and survey the damage. She peeks underneath your back and gasps. “Your poor buttcheeks!”

You wince as you recall the vines twisting around your hips and squeezing against your backside as they attempted to pull you under the ground. You could feel the blood pooling in your shredded pants, probably dripping onto the ground. The pain was becoming too much to handle. “Oh, god,” you grunt, putting a hand over your mouth and squeezing your eyes shut. “I really...don’t feel good…” The blood loss was making you feel dizzy and sick to your stomach. Your head was swimming with pain.

Aizawa stepped forward. “Bakugo, let’s get her on the ground so she feels more stable.”

“No can do,” Bakugo replies, and starts carrying you toward the school. “Her quirk’s totally messed. I’m not putting her back on the grass, we gotta get her inside.”

Aizawa nods. “I’ll wrap up class quickly and follow you shortly. You go on ahead and take her straight to the nurse,” he says.

“Duh.” Bakugo doesn’t look back as he approaches the school doors. As soon as he reaches the building, familiar hands reach in front of him and pull the door open.

“You got her?” Kirishima asks. Bakugo grunts in response, carefully maneuvering both of your bodies through the doorway. Kirishima follows.

“I can take her if you’re tired of carrying her. Or...bored,” he offers, walking next to the two of you.

“Knock yourself out,” Bakugo says, turning towards Kiri. Then both boys realize at the same time that you haven’t spoken for a while. They look down at you. Your eyes are now closed and your skin is about 5 shades paler than usual. “Hey,” Bakugo says, shaking you gently. Your eyelids flutter, but won’t stay open.

“Agh, that’s not good,” Kirishima grunts nervously, his face creased with worry as sees your pitiful state. The difference between the you from this morning and the you currently in his best friend’s arms were day and night. Both boys turn and quicken their pace to the nurse’s office, no longer bothering to switch who’s carrying you. Kirishima glances behind them as they speed-walk and sees droplets of your blood on the floor every few feet. He swallows thickly.

-

You suddenly yawn yourself awake. You blink about a million times to clear your vision, and sniffle your nose, looking around. You’re in what you assume to be the nurse’s office - somewhere you hadn’t been before - and you were alone. Wait.

You hear movement to your immediate left and turn your head to see Kirishima watching you with bated breath. “Good morniiiing…” he half-whispers goofily, not wanting to overwhelm you. “How do you feel?”

“Pretty good,” you respond, matching his hushed tone. You think about it for a moment. You actually feel really good. Like, really good.

You hear Kiri snicker next to you and realize that you’re staring off into space past his shoulder, your mouth hanging open a bit. You quickly close your mouth, furrow your brows, and blink quickly at him. “What…” you slur.

“Recovery Girl is gone today, so they gave you some drugs for the pain,” he says, no longer whispering. “The nurse said you might be pretty out of it when you woke up so I stuck around. It’s even better than I imagined.” He grins widely at your dazed face. You slowly lift your hand and stare at it, dumbfounded. Kiri shakes with silent laughter, delighted at the display.

“Am I…” You shift around under the thin blanket. “Am I naked?” You ask.

“I don’t know, are you?” Kiri glances down at your blanketed form, and his eyes search the room for your clothes. You lift the blanket up over your head and peek at yourself. Your dark sports bra is the only piece of clothing left on you. The area around your hips, butt and privates is thoroughly wrapped in bandages, as well as your feet. The rest of your body is peppered with tiny cuts and bruises.

“What’re you doin’ in there?” Kirishima giggles as he watches you lay completely still with the blanket still pulled up and over your head. He’s taken off guard when your head emerges from the blanket with tears filling your eyes.

“They didn’t fix me…” you said, confusion and fear bumping around in your hazy, slowed mind.

“Aw, Y/N...it’s okay! It’s- it’s alright...” Kirishima smiles sadly and half-laughs at your sudden shift in mood. He scoots closer to the bed and you look at him. “Recovery Girl will be back like, tomorrow and she’ll fix you right up! It’ll be okay. Are you hurting?”

You pout. “No, but look…” You pull the blanket up a teeny ways and motion for him to look underneath. He searches your eyes warily for any sign of doubt before peering under the blanket. His breath catches in his throat, eyebrows knitting together and his mouth falling open slightly.

“Oh, man,” he breathes. The cuts that are visible look painful enough, and the bandaged sections are no doubt way worse. With having to wait a full day for Recovery Girl to heal you with her quirk...

“It’s gonna scar…” you lament. You drop the blanket and stare upwards. There’s a ceiling fan slowly turning above you, and you’re instantly entranced by it. You try to follow one of the spinning blades with your eyes, but make yourself dizzy. You start giggling and try again.

“Damn, you’re out of it.” You remember that Kirishima is next to you and, still smiling, turn your head to look at him. He’s staring at you with half a smile, clearly entertained by your drug-induced mood swings. You mindlessly extend your arm to him, wrapping your hand around the back of his head and pulling it towards you. His eyebrows raise. You gently push his head to rest on the bed next to you and proceed to play with his hair. He looks into your eyes and grins again, then sighs and closes his eyes.

“Hmm, feels nice, Y/N.” He’s talking to you like you’re a toddler and he’s indulging you in a sarcastic way, but you don’t really care. Your mind is too foggy, and you’re just thankful that he decided to stay with you. If you had woken up alone in this room, you definitely would’ve panicked. As you tuck his hair behind his ear, you smile, realizing that he probably knew that. Even though he said he was just staying to see how loopy you got from the drugs, you knew he wanted to make sure you felt safe when you woke up.

“Kiri,” you mumble, your hand hesitating. He opens his eyes. “Thank you for staying.”

“Of course,” he says matter-of-factly. He grabs the hand that was playing with his hair and squeezes it, lifting his head again. “You gonna get some more rest?”

“Mhm,” you say, already drifting off.

“Sweet dreams.”

-

part 3

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