Blue’s Writing Adventures

Shiro settles down in the bed and finds himself staring at ceiling before too long. It’s not that he’s not tired, of course he is, he hasn’t slept in four days. It’s been months, probably over a year since he’s slept well. He just still doesn’t feel right, even though he’s back in a Garrison dorm. The silence is suffocating, the normal hum of the Castle completely absent.

“Feeling alright?” Adam’s voice cuts through the silence, easily gaining Shiro’s attention. Adam puts the papers down on the bedside table and sits on the edge of the bed. “I thought you were going to sleep.”

Shiro shrugs, not sure how to explain to Adam what all’s going on in his head on top of the fact that he’s stressing about four almost grown kids who are just in the next room over. Adam starts running his hand through Shiro’s hair and Shiro leans in to Adam’s touch immediately. Adam laughs, a soft sound that spreads warmth through Shiro’s chest.

Oh, how I’ve missed that laugh. How I’ve missed you.

“Insomnia was always a problem for you, wasn’t it?” Shiro hums noncommittally, closing his eyes as he pressed against Adam’s side. “I have work to do, Takashi.”

The words have no bite to them and if he wasn’t so exhausted, Shiro probably would have said something witty about Adam preferring naps to work. Instead he just wraps an arm loosely around Adam, giving him an easy way to move if that’s what he wants. Adam sighs before shifting Shiro so they can lay down together.

" 'm so needy," Shiro mumbles, echoing a joke that they had before he left for Kerberos.

Adam laughs before kissing Shiro's forehead. "Everyone's safe, try to rest. You need it."

Dabi pushes Hawks against the wall. The two thugs walk past the alleyway and once the footsteps fade, Dabi says, "You need to pay more attention."

Dabi turns to look at Hawks and their faces are close, too close. Hawks leans in and kisses Dabi. He almost immediately pulls back, his brain kicking back in and realizing his fuck-up. Dabi's hand, which was on the wall a moment ago, is coming toward his head. He closes his eyes while bracing for something, a smack, yanking on his hair, any normal reaction.

Instead, Dabi's hand cards through Hawks hair and Hawks barely has time to open his eyes before Dabi's leaning in. The kiss is longer this time, gentler than Hawks would have thought it would be. Dabi seems to be all intensity, completely forceful in his approach to things. But this is soft and careful, and Hawks is practically melting into it after a few seconds. Both of their phones go off, reminding them that the meeting is about to be starting and they need to get a move on.

{I’m supposed to be writing a different snippet for them, but this is stuck in my head. So this first, and then the other one. Hope y’all enjoy.}

Grace watches with mild interest as Zeno stares intensely at the box of cereal. She gave it to him several minutes ago and he has yet to pour any into his bowl. She wants to offer to do it for him, but he got frustrated the last time she did that so she doesn't want to push it. He’s getting comfortable living here with her and Emily, finally seems to be feeling safe. He finally picks it up and opens the flap, looking at the bag inside. He then flips the box completely upside down. Cereal goes everywhere after filling the bowl and Grace tried to grab it and correct it, she just wasn't fast enough. 

Zeno stares at the bowl of cereal like it personally offended him while Grace stares at the mess. Emily’s quiet laugh catches Grace’s attention. She looks up and Emily’s at the bottom of the stairs, quickly covering her mouth when she realizes Grace noticed her. Grace gives her a smile and a wink, hoping that’ll do the trick in making sure she knows Grace isn't mad. When she moves her hand her smile’s still there, so Grace takes it as a win. She turns back toward the mess and Zeno’s gone. “Zen—?” 

He comes back with the table broom and starts sweeping up the cereal. Grace uses her hands to help. Once the cereal’s dealt without outside of Grace splitting the cereal in Zeno’s bowl between three bowls, she pours milk for everyone. Emily and Grace start eating while Zeno just stares at his bowl. 

"What created your thought process?” Grace asks. 

“I thought the hole was smaller, so it wouldn't pour very fast,” Zeno answers. “My apologies for you having to assist with cleaning it up.” 

Grace shrugs, “It’s alright. Considering it’s your first time spilling cereal, you could have made a much bigger mess.” 

Zeno nods, eyes still focused on his bowl and clearly thinking something he wasn't saying. Grace decides to leave it be, he’ll talk to her when he has his thoughts together.