It’s quite in the early morning throughout the 1-A dorms. Sundays before six a.m. are often like that, Shinsou thinks as his eyes force themselves open. The sun is hardly peaking through his blinds even though the sky is light. It’s not surprising for him to be awake so early. He’s never slept well through the night no matter how hard he tries to. Sighing, he turns into the warm body sprawled softly next to him. Shinsou blinks more of the blur from his eyes and lets a private smile slip on to his lips as he takes in his sleeping boyfriend’s expression.
Midoriya’s lips are parted just the smallest amount, his breath fanning gently on to Shinsou’s cheek and his brows are furrowed as he dreams. His green curls are haloed by the slowly rising sun and become a hundred different shades in the peaceful morning light. It’s breathtaking. He shuffles just a bit in his sleep and sighs as he slips closer to Shinsou’s body. Shinsou doesn’t always like waking up early, but he supposes it’s worth it if he gets to wake up to this.
He’s content with staring at Midoriya’s sleep slack face when a small explosion from above rocks his room and is just loud enough to rouse his boyfriend from slumber. Shinsou promises himself he’ll get Bakugou back in some way before days end. Green eyes blink open sluggishly and then Midoriya’s lips are splitting into a bashful, tired smile and it makes Shinsou’s stomach flood with happy warmth.
“Mmmm,” Midoriya hums, then inches the rest of the way to the other boy, letting his head fall forward on to Shinsou’s chest, likely in an attempt to get comfortable again and fall asleep if he’s lucky. “Shinsou,” he says in a lulled sleepy tone and the warmth in Shinsou’s stomach flares to the rest of his limbs and makes him so indescribably happy.
“I like it when you say my name like that,” Shinsou admits quietly into Midoirya’s mop of curls. Midoirya, in response, hums again but pulls away, a little more awake but still sleep-soft at the edges.
“Why’s that?” he asks, so much more honest about his curiosity when he’s not sharp with consciousness. It’s something Shinsou loves to exploit. But this morning it seems like it’s his turn for confessions.
“Because when you say it like that it makes it sound like you don’t want me anywhere else but right here,” he punctuates his words by wrapping an arm loosely around Midoriya’s waist and pulling him just a little closer, giving himself the ability to hide his face in his boyfriend’s hair. Midoriya wiggles one of his arms free and slips it around Shinsou’s waist as well.
“It sounds like that because it’s true.” Shinsou hadn’t thought he could get any warmer that early morning but Midoriya was someone who seemed to always be able to prove him wrong…
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