for @universal-imagines! happy birthday! hope you enjoy this cute little fluffy drabble <3
The hum of Shinsouās 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. āYouāre falling asleep,ā he says. Despite the way you can construe it as accusatory, his voice sounds amused.
āAm not,ā you mumble.
āSorry if my story isnāt entertaining.ā His statement is part teasing, part self-conscious that perhaps his narrative of stopping a bank robbery wasnāt 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.
āYour stories are always fun to listen to,ā your voice comes, after several beats of you attempting to stay awake. āIām just... closing my eyes to better immerse myself in them.ā
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.
āMmhm. And if you stop talking in a few minutes, should I also assume youāre immersing yourself?ā
āYeah... even if I snore again. Assume that.ā
Youāre 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. Youāll never live it down, and Shinsou likes to tease you about it; because of that youāve 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.
Youāre quieter now, drowsiness dulling your senses, but there is a pressing urge in you to stay awake.
āSo... where to next?ā
āBack to headquarters. I have to turn in some paperwork.ā He pauses. āMaybe if someone was listening, they would know this.ā
āI was listening! I just..... thought you were done with work.ā
āHa... Am I ever?ā he asks. The both of you know, however, that he wouldnāt have it anyway. Shinsouās 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.
āAre you going to sleep there again?ā 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; itās already early morning. āI might,ā he says guiltily. āWork starts in a few hours.ā
āItās okay, make sure to drink lots of coffee, alright?ā
āYeah...ā He eyes the stacks of files on his passenger seat gloomily.
āIām not even going to ask why youāre up,ā he says, changing the topic.
āBecause that would open me up to criticism about my own sleeping habitsāor lack thereof.ā
āExactly,ā you say, smugness in your tone. It has a smile tugging at Shinsouās own lips.
ā...But I will say you should get some sleep.ā
āKitten.... are we really going to argue about this?ā 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.
āIāll sleep when you do.ā
He canāt even complain about how stubborn you can be, because heās exactly the same. He sighs. āOkay. Fine then. At least I have company on my drive. But Iām not sure youāre going to last long.ā
āI know as well as you do youāre seconds away from knocking out on the phone again.ā
āAre too.ā Shinsou has to stifle a laugh at your silent indignation. Call it late-night loneliness, but heās feeling much chattier than usual. In fact, heās enjoying these conversations where the two of you talk about nothing and everything all at once.
āEnough about me.ā He pauses. āDid you eat today?ā
āEnjoy your espresso meals?ā you shoot back.
āI do, actually,ā he says wryly. āCoffee tastes better when the caffeine goes straight into your veins.ā
āWhen itās your next day off... letās go that restaurant down the block,ā you say, stifling a yawn. āMaybe then weāll both eat a decent meal.ā
He hums. āIāll take it. Itāll get me through the week.ā
As persuasive as Shinsou isāeven without his quirk, even with just the drawl of his voiceāthe lull of sleep is too alluring. Youāre 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 youāre still in the call. Crap.
āYou still there?ā you ask, attempting to rub the call of sleep from your eyes.
āYes,ā he says. āI... ended up taking a detour.ā
āWhat kind ofāā 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.
āFigure itās worth making sure you get some sleep before I head back.ā And as you scramble to yank the blanket off your head, youāre met the visage of your ruffled, eternally tired-looking boyfriend.
āCome on, I bet you were also sleepy.ā
āGuilty as charged,ā 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. āHavenāt slept in a bed in awhile.ā
āYeah, your spotās gotten cold. Was considering selling it to someone else.ā
āI hope the catās been keeping you company?ā
āHe has. Heās taken the #1 spot in my heart.ā
āHmph.ā Shinsou draws you closer to him, lazily resting his head on your chest. āNot for long.ā
Youāre about to reply when Shinsou lets out a light snore. Huh. That was fast. Looks like heās 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.