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"... Huh."
"I'm so sorry."
"It's fine, I thought the place would have two beds. You know, like any other hotel would."
"I can call the front desk, I'm sure they'll send a cot."
"Great Toshi, but who's getting the cot?"
"... I am?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely not. Your legs are too long."
"Well I'm not having you sleep on the cot!"
"Oh? Any reason for that then?"
"I said so."
"You said so? OH pardon me then!"
You walked further into the room, looking at the one bed.
"At least it's a King. Big enough for the both of us."
"I'm sorry?"
"I said it's big enough for two."
Toshi blinked, looking at you as you started to unpack, grabbing pj's and heading to the bathroom.
"Where are you going?"
"To get changed."
The door shut behind you. Great , he thinks. First the car breaks down and now this . He rubs at his face, grumbling as he grabbed his own pjs.
You two were in the massive bed, your back to him, Toshi staring up at the ceiling. He couldn't fall asleep. This whole thing with you was all because you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time, in the hands of the wrong villain. And he stupidly took over protection.
Witness Protection. As Yagi Toshinori. Not as All Might- who had saved you. But this was supposed to be easy! Get you out of your city, bring you back to Tokyo to testify against the villain. But it was one bad thing after the other and now you hated him. Great. Perfect.
You shifted in your sleep, curling into yourself. He didn't even bother to look, just rolled his eyes, waiting for dawn.
There was a whimper.
You curled up tighter. He looked over, saw your back.
"Please..." your voice sounds broken "Leave- leave me alone."
He freezes in place. You were having a nightmare- but of what? He turned to his side, watching you. You didn't say anything else but your breathing become faster one leg kicking out.
He calls out your name first as a whisper, then louder. You whimper, start to thrash in your sleep. He rests one hand in between your shoulder blades, feels the warmth there. You wake up with a jolt, kicking at nothing.
"It's okay- just me." he whispers.
"What do you want?" you croak out.
"I-" Toshi thinks quickly "I had a nightmare."
"... What am I supposed to do?"
"Well, this is gonna sound silly."
You turn around, his hand moving away. You were just staring at him.
"Well, I usually" Toshi smiles at you, apologetic "I usually have something to cuddle, in order to go back to sleep."
"You... you're really weird you know that?"
You shuffle forward anyways, moving closer to him.
His outstretched arm was moved, draped over your body, pressing your forehead into the middle of his chest. He slowly relaxed, adjusting you both until he was comfortable.
"What was your nightmare."
"Hm?"
"Your nightmare. What was it."
"... Give me your hand."
You obeyed, letting him guide it underneath his shirt, letting you feel the massive scar on his left side.
"This."
You were quiet, but your hand didn't pull away. Instead, you flattened your palm, feeling towards the edges, light fingertips that traced where damaged flesh met fresh skin.
"... When did this happen?"
"A few years ago."
"Did it hurt?"
"Yea. Yea it hurt."
"... We should get some sleep."
"Hm. We should."
"... I can't sleep."
"We could talk until we fell asleep."
"What... what would we talk about?"
"What's your favorite color?"
You snort before answering him. He smiles, give back his answer before asking another question.
It was warm, laying in bed like this, holding you in his arms. Eventually you do fall asleep, your lips brushing against his adam apple, one hand holding onto his shirt, the other tucked into your chest. He didn't fall asleep, but now for a different reason. You were... warm. He liked it- more than he wanted to admit.