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“For someone who’s a damn walking nuclear plant, you sure are freezing.” Bakugo mumbles, eyes glancing down at your trembling form pressed into his chest, the jacket he’s wearing encased around you to shield you from the cold, tugging both of you closer than he would like.
“Not all of us get to be walking furnaces, okay?” You mumble, shifting closer to him, voice muffled by his chest. “Sue me for running cold.”
He tries to hold back a shiver from feeling your hot breath through the fabric. He sighs in fake annoyance, watching the top of your head slowly get covered in more snowflakes.
“Then why the fuck are we outside when we coul-“ you interrupt him swiftly, turning your head upwards to stare at his eyes, chin pressed against his sternum, eyebrows furrowed & eyes narrowed in a small glare.
God you’re so cute when you pout. “Because the minute we step back inside they are going to insist for us to stay overnight and ‘hey look you guys are still here! how about you pick up another case?’”
Your tone lowers to mock Hayato, eyebrows pulling in tighter. “And then we’ll be here for another week and I don’t know about you Bakugo,” you emphasize his last name with force, making his right eyebrow raise up, why are you getting mad at him for?
“I would like to go home. Would you like to go home?”
“You know we still have a train to catch, right?”
You glare at him, making him raise his arms in fake surrender, mumbling under his breathe about he was just sayin’.
You go back to your original position after rolling your eyes, snuggling even closer to him; this time wrapping you arms around his waist, making his breathe hitch for a second time, breathe paused from the action you seemed to do so naturally..as if it were second nature to you.
He swore under his breath, watching you let out a sigh of relief as you press your check into his left pec, his hands still slightly raised, not knowing where to place them, still holding his breathe as if it would hold him steady forever.
“You are so lucky you are warm…god, I envy you so much.” Theres a slight pause, then you shift your gaze upwards, rubies meeting yours. “…you don’t mind do you?”
He stays silence, still shortcutting, making you continue. “I never really asked if you were okay with it, i'm sorry, I should-“ he interrupts you right away, catching the way your words get a bit wobbly, the overthinking worm starting to find its way into your brain.
He doesn’t like the way you’re looking up at him, with that kicked puppy look that makes his heart compress and makes him want to yell at you all at the same time; the look that makes him want to pull his hair out from how confused it makes him.
“No, dumbass, why would I mind.” He finally breathes, tensed back relaxing, gloved hands finding home in the small of your back, slightly pushing you forward to make a statement. “You would freeze to death; your mom would kill me y’know?” Your face relaxes, a relief sigh leaving you. He smirks, patting himself in the back from defusing the situation.
“If I weren’t okay with it, I wouldn’t had let you in the first place.”
He watches the gears turning in your brain before you let out a small nod.
“Fair fair. You are right, sorry for making it weird.” You close your eyes, relaxing in his hold. “Thanks, Bakugo. I’m very glad to have a friend like you.”
He cringes at the word, hands tighting their hold on you. He praises god you can’t see the expression in his face. “Yeah….you’re welcome.”
You stay silent after that, breathe evening and body resting against him, hands still clutched behind his back.
Even when an agent from the commission steps out to invite you back in, you don’t speak, letting Bakugo do all the talking.
Soon enough a sleek SUV pulls up, another agent hopping out of the drivers side to open up the door for you guys. All Bakugo does is nudge you, hands slowly rubbing your back, glancing downwards at you.
“Brat, car’s here. Time to go.” He mumbles, still in disbelief at the fact that you actually fell asleep against him, your weight almost fully on him.
Your mumbling is incomprehensible, hands fisting his shirt, head shaking at him, not wanting to move.
“Yes, we gotta go, come on girl, lets get you inside the car.”
He stops the driver from approaching you with a raised hand, slightly glaring at him.
He doesn’t need no damn help to get you inside, what does he look like? Weak?
He ushered you inside, joining you once he shook his hair off all the snow.
By the time the door closes, you’re already fully asleep, slumped against the door, breathing slow and steady, your head against the window in an uncomfortable position.
Bakugo cringes at it, but lets you sleep in peace, shedding off his thick coat and placing it on your form, smirking when you shift into it, bringing it close your face, tucking your arms into it.
A few minutes into the drive you rose, glancing around with sleepy eyes until you spot him, and with a push of a hand your off the door, diving into his side, catching him by surprise.
He even lifts his arms up from the shock, and you take it as an invitation, heart thumping when your arm wraps around his waist, hand curling around his hip, making his breathe hitch for the second time of the night.
“You are sooo warm, ‘kugo.” You mumble sleepily into his side. “I'm so sleepy, are we going home?” The tone in your voice is a borderline whine, making a shiver run down his back.
He could hear the pout in your voice, and just imagining the look in your face when he wakes you up in three minutes for the station has dread forming in the pit of his stomach.
Teary eyes, lips into a pout, hands curling into his waist as you whine up a him….fuck no way he’s surviving doing that.
He sighs in defeat, slumping against the seat, hand curling against your back slowly pushing you closer to him. He tucks your head against his chest, resting his cheek against the top of your head; body curling around you.
“Yeah, brat, we are going back home.”
He makes eye contact with the driver through the rev mirror, eyes narrowing into slits, trying to get the message across. The driver all but gulps, opening up his mouth only once, but the growl that the blonde emits is more than enough to shut him up.
You proceed to sleep against each other for the 6 hour ride home, bodies fitting against each other like a puzzle.