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Shoto woke to the click of his window, which wouldn’t have happened unless it had been opened. Opening his eyes slightly, he scanned the room from his place on the bed, but didn’t catch anything unusual. Grabbing his phone, he checked the time through the blinding light, 1:42 AM. Sighing to himself, he decided to get up and check more thoroughly.
He was only a few steps into his search when he felt a series of quick jabs and his body went numb. Falling face first onto the floor was not a nice feeling, especially when he had his head pulled back and a knife to his throat. Then he heard a voice from above him.
“Don’t try to make a move, and no one gets hurt” The voice whispered threateningly. “If you try anything, anything to get me caught, there will be blood somewhere, and it’ll be on your hands. Understand? I didn’t come here to make trouble, but if that’s what it comes to, then so be it.”
If there’s no immediate danger, then it should be ok to stall. Though that knife feels dangerously close to cutting him. Oh well, just something to keep in mind as he proceeded. “If you’re not here to cause trouble, then why are you here?” Shoto said carefully.
The already painful grip on his hair tightened, and then, “Because I’m fucking tired, okay? Now do you understand or not.”
Not.. exactly what Shoto was expecting, but he supposed it could be worse.
“... Yeah,” he conceded.
“Good,” The voice stated simply. Then, the knife was put away and his head dropped to the floor with a light thud. He was rolled onto his back, and picked up bridal style. Now looking up at the perpetrator, he tried to get a good look at their face, but to no avail with the shiny metal mask covering the bottom half of their face, and consequently also blocking the view of the rest of it. But the mask did ring a bell. Where had he heard of a villain with this type of mask? Then he noticed the small size, the green jacket, the ears hanging off the hood... Bunny. Shoto felt his blood run cold. Bunny was the one who broke in, threatened him, and was now carrying him. Couldn’t be.
When he was placed back on the bed where he woke up, he saw those emerald green eyes, and that confirmed it. Bunny, the most elusive villain in Japan, was pretty much right in front of him.
He couldn’t see much without being able to turn his head, but it seemed Bunny was removing his gear, save for the sharp glint of a knife on his left thigh. Then, he climbed into the bed, pulled up the covers for both of them, and pointedly faced away from Shoto.
“So, why put me back in the bed as well? If I may ask.” Shoto said tentatively.
“What, you wanna sleep on the floor?” Came the muffled reply.
“No, just curious,” Shoto added.
“It would be rude, wouldn’t it? It’s not like I came here to subject you to the same hell I went through. Trust me, not sleeping well sucks, I would know. Now are you gonna go to sleep already, or are you trying to irritate me?” Bunny grumbled.
Well okay then, no more questions. Shoto fought with himself not to mention how that wouldn’t be so rude, considering he was just threatened with a knife to his throat. At that moment, Shoto felt his right pinky twitch. Good, he was getting some movement back. Now to just wait until he could move, and Bunny was asleep.
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Shoto carefully reached over Bunny, trying to reach his phone on the dresser. If he could get that without disturbing Bunny, he may be able to contact the police and fix the situation. Just a little further, and... got it. There’s no battery. That single fact foiled all his plans, and he unceremoniously dropped his phone on the bed. On the side opposite from Bunny of course. Speaking of Bunny, he adjusted slightly, then rolled over, now facing Shoto directly. Wow. Now Shoto could see those impressive eye bags. Bunny wasn’t kidding when he said he was tired, he looked almost as bad as Aizawa.
But that wasn’t the only thing Shoto noticed. For a cold-blooded killer, his face was way too adorable. Ignoring the few scars here and there and the obvious heavy eyebags, he had long eyelashes, soft pink lips, and round cheeks smattered with freckles.
Bunny’s lips turned up into the smallest smile, and he smushed his face further into the pillows. It was very difficult to still think of him as the villain Bunny when he was being this cute. Looking again at Bunny’s eye bags, Shoto realized how tired he was as well. He couldn’t do anything, anyway. At least, not without rousing Bunny. So, he let his eyes slip closed, and he was out in less than a minute.
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Shoto’s left side was warm, too warm. Sure he had his fire quirk, but this was different, it also felt heavy. Cracking his eyes open, he glanced down, and was met with a fluffy mass of green. To be more specific, a fluffy mass of green that was Bunny’s hair, which is on his head which is resting on Shoto’s chest. Shit. And then there’s the rest of him. Bunny had one arm and leg splayed across him as well. Fuck it got worse.
Bunny stirred, and the weight was lifted off of him. Bunny groggily sat up and yawned. He then stared at the wall for a solid 10 seconds before rubbing one watery eye. And does that exhale count as a laugh? By Shoto’s standards, yes, Bunny just laughed. And now that small smile was back, but this time paired with big, round, glittering, emerald eyes, though slightly squinted. Sure, bunny smiled all the time, but those smiles were wicked, condescending, or manic grins, that sent chills through anyone who was unlucky enough to see it.
“I probably haven’t slept that well in months” Bunny whispered, most likely to himself.
Bunny glanced down at Shoto, and when they locked eyes, the moment died. The small smile was wiped from Bunny’s face, and his eyes widened for a moment, then settled into an icy glare. Any trace of the soft Bunny from before was gone, and replaced by the familiar face of a killer.
Without saying a word, Bunny got up, and put on his gear faster than Shoto thought possible. Before he knew it, Bunny was at the window, giving him one last look before disappearing.
Shoto lay there, staring at the ceiling. Was what just happened real? There was still some lingering warmth from Bunny on the bed. What should he do now? If he made a move too soon, Bunny might make good on his promise that someone would die. No, he would do it, no doubt.
No matter what he thought, Shoto couldn’t place the warm feeling in his chest. This was just a one time thing right?
Shoto made himself get up and tried to push the thoughts from his head, and then he saw something on his dresser that wasn’t there before. Had Bunny left something?
Upon closer inspection, it was of course, the token Bunny left everywhere he’d made a move. A small black chip with green bunny ears and a small grin. Then there was no way Bunny would make a return, he never visited the same location twice. Bunny wasn’t coming back, that was a good thing, so why did Shoto feel just a little bit sad?
Perhaps it was because he now knew, there was more to Bunny than what he showed to the public, he was soft underneath his shell. And Shoto found himself hoping, just hoping, that maybe, he’d get to see that side of Bunny again. Endeavor frowned upon and discouraged such things, but who was he to know? After all it was just between Bunny and him, and it was highly unlikely that Bunny would tell anyone. Which just left him. He’d probably tell the police at some point, later rather than sooner lest he risk someone dying, but he could leave out some things. Yeah, that’s what he’ll do.
Feeling much better now that he had a plan of action, if a bit small and unfinished, he started getting ready to tackle another day. He made his way to the kitchen for breakfast, slipping the only evidence of the night’s events into his pocket. Just a small token, from Bunny, to Shoto.