for @universal-imagines! happy birthday! hope you enjoy this cute little fluffy drabble <3
The hum of Shinsouâs voice is a soothing, steady timbre, and you often commented just how relaxing it is to listen to, even now, separated by miles, filtered through the static of your phone. Can he really blame you for the way your eyes slip shut?
His voice causes suddenly. âYouâre falling asleep,â he says. Despite the way you can construe it as accusatory, his voice sounds amused.
âAm not,â you mumble.
âSorry if my story isnât entertaining.â His statement is part teasing, part self-conscious that perhaps his narrative of stopping a bank robbery wasnât entirely as glamorous as he hoped it would be. He leans back in the seat of his car, one hand draped across his steering wheel as he worries his lip. When it comes to you, especially, sometimes he worries about coming across as uncool.
âYour stories are always fun to listen to,â your voice comes, after several beats of you attempting to stay awake. âIâm just... closing my eyes to better immerse myself in them.â
You get the distinct pleasure of hearing him laugh, a full-bodied rich sound that has your consciousness yearning to hold on, just for a bit longer.
âMmhm. And if you stop talking in a few minutes, should I also assume youâre immersing yourself?â
âYeah... even if I snore again. Assume that.â
Youâre referring to the time you fell asleep while on the phone with him, and he had the pleasure of listening to your light snores and mumbles the entire trip to his press conference. Youâll never live it down, and Shinsou likes to tease you about it; because of that youâve become even more careful to stay awake during these few moments you had with him, encapsulated in these simple calls.
While Shinsou is apt to tease you any and every mishap, he much prefers seeing the way you flush in person, feeling the heat simmer beneath your cheeks as he cups them in his palms, presses his nose against yours in the idleness of the early morning. You always dislike it when he does that. In turn, your scrunched up expression makes him laugh.
Youâre quieter now, drowsiness dulling your senses, but there is a pressing urge in you to stay awake.
âSo... where to next?â
âBack to headquarters. I have to turn in some paperwork.â He pauses. âMaybe if someone was listening, they would know this.â
âI was listening! I just..... thought you were done with work.â
âHa... Am I ever?â he asks. The both of you know, however, that he wouldnât have it anyway. Shinsouâs a hard worker through and through, and his status as a rising Pro Hero only motivated him to greater heights.
Those highs just happened to involve an inordinate amount of paperwork.
âAre you going to sleep there again?â you ask, cradling the phone between your ear and shoulder.
He looks at the time on his dash. The numbers 4:00 blare up at him; itâs already early morning. âI might,â he says guiltily. âWork starts in a few hours.â
âItâs okay, make sure to drink lots of coffee, alright?â
âYeah...â He eyes the stacks of files on his passenger seat gloomily.
âIâm not even going to ask why youâre up,â he says, changing the topic.
âBecause that would open me up to criticism about my own sleeping habitsâor lack thereof.â
âExactly,â you say, smugness in your tone. It has a smile tugging at Shinsouâs own lips.
â...But I will say you should get some sleep.â
âKitten.... are we really going to argue about this?â he asks, not exasperated as much as he is amused by your likemindedness. The two of you always seem to be in sync, like mirror-imaged souls.
âIâll sleep when you do.â
He canât even complain about how stubborn you can be, because heâs exactly the same. He sighs. âOkay. Fine then. At least I have company on my drive. But Iâm not sure youâre going to last long.â
âI know as well as you do youâre seconds away from knocking out on the phone again.â
âAre too.â Shinsou has to stifle a laugh at your silent indignation. Call it late-night loneliness, but heâs feeling much chattier than usual. In fact, heâs enjoying these conversations where the two of you talk about nothing and everything all at once.
âEnough about me.â He pauses. âDid you eat today?â
âEnjoy your espresso meals?â you shoot back.
âI do, actually,â he says wryly. âCoffee tastes better when the caffeine goes straight into your veins.â
âWhen itâs your next day off... letâs go that restaurant down the block,â you say, stifling a yawn. âMaybe then weâll both eat a decent meal.â
He hums. âIâll take it. Itâll get me through the week.â
As persuasive as Shinsou isâeven without his quirk, even with just the drawl of his voiceâthe lull of sleep is too alluring. Youâre just starting to drift off, flecks of light floating behind your eyelids, when you hear a door shut in your ear. You jolt awake, before realizing youâre still in the call. Crap.
âYou still there?â you ask, attempting to rub the call of sleep from your eyes.
âYes,â he says. âI... ended up taking a detour.â
âWhat kind ofââ But your question is interrupted by the sound of your door opening now, and just as you turn your head, your vision goes dark from a blanket being dropped on you.
âFigure itâs worth making sure you get some sleep before I head back.â And as you scramble to yank the blanket off your head, youâre met the visage of your ruffled, eternally tired-looking boyfriend.
âCome on, I bet you were also sleepy.â
âGuilty as charged,â he mutters, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders, before lazily dropping onto you. You squeak as his added weight causes both of you to topple onto the bed. He lets out a short laugh, rolling onto his side.
He sighs heavily, stretching out his limbs. âHavenât slept in a bed in awhile.â
âYeah, your spotâs gotten cold. Was considering selling it to someone else.â
âI hope the catâs been keeping you company?â
âHe has. Heâs taken the #1 spot in my heart.â
âHmph.â Shinsou draws you closer to him, lazily resting his head on your chest. âNot for long.â
Youâre about to reply when Shinsou lets out a light snore. Huh. That was fast. Looks like heâs the one falling asleep now.
And more importantly, you win. Eyes slipping shut once more, you tangle your legs with his. The sight you fall asleep to is his unruly tufts of hair, which your fingers card through until he makes a rumbling sound, deep in his chest.
Finally, sleep takes you both under its wing.