It looked very much like staring at my bedroom floor.

- Florence + The Machine

lamb. nineteen. she/her

about me-

🧷 infp.

🧷 graysexual.

currently reading: red dragon by thomas harris

currently watching: rewatching the walking dead.

💿 it's the small things that make him fall open character

📀 you tell katsuki you love him my hero academia

💿 helping katsuki after a nightmare my hero academia

📀 getting ready for bed with tomura my hero academia

It's funny sometimes. You have spent your whole life with your shoulders hunched and head down, taking up as littlest space as possible, wanting to be forgotten because you were told you weren't allowed to be remembered. You weren't allowed to be loud and bright. To be you.

It's funny how he changed that. It wasn't quick. More like a slow, unraveling overtime. But he rewrote everything you thought you knew.

You can now lean into touch without flinching back. He can trace your insecurities and tell you they're beautiful. You no longer deny it. How you are now able to try new things and say 'I'm actually good at this'. You leave your things spread out and take up space. A beginner learning it's okay to be someone new.

How whenever he speaks, all your attention is on him. Any and all other items are put to the side, so he knows he has your full concentration.

How you always save a seat for him no matter the occasion. Out at dinner, you leave your jacket or bag in the seat till you seem him coming. At a mutual friends party, you sit in the loveseat to lay your legs across till he comes, "There you are!"

How he is never an afterthought. He is your first thought. When another person brings up an activity, your first reaction is to look at him, "What do you think?" Every visit he's brought back some kind of trinket or food, "I saw it and thought of you."

You sit up trying to rub the sleep away as you look into the corner of your room. Katsuki sat there heaving, knees to chest. You had woken up to him yelling.

"Suki?"

Red eyes cut up to meet yours.

"I- I got wrapped up in the blankets."

Nodding, you carefully step over the tangled comforter and sit in front of your boyfriend. He takes the hands held out in front of him, squeezing and trying to remind himself where he is.

"It felt like I was trapped back in that thing."

Katsuki moves as he speaks so he can lay in your lap. He gets nightmares of the sludge villain that trapped him at 15. It's less often now - you've helped with that, but they still happen.

Your hands run through Katsuki's hair, trying to comfort his racing heart. "Why don't we sleep without the blankets? It was kind of hot anyway." Looking down to meet his eyes, you can see a split second smile.

"Yeah, okay.. can we still stay here for a minute?"

And there you are standing with a soft smile and hands gripping his. Acting as if you hadn't just said 'I love you' in the sweetest voice.

"I-"

You laugh at that eyes shooting to the ground before looking back up.

"It's alright Katsuki. I didn't say it for you to say something back."

"Then why the fuck would you say that?"

"Because I wanted you to know?"

His mouth ran dry. He wanted to say it. Why couldn't he say it? What was so scary about three fucking words.

He swallowed harshly, scarred hand gripping the back of your neck to push your foreheads together. He stayed like that for a moment before pulling back and softly kissing the spot between your eyes.

It was silent. Not a word spoken after but you knew exactly what it meant.

Your only response back was a quiet 'one minute' and the familiar sound of a game being paused. Tomura fully pushed open the door to your shared bathroom, walking in as if his feet weighed a ton.

After blinking a few times to adjust his eyes to the light change, he found you standing by the sink fuzzy headband on and a small container in hand. He groaned, knowing exactly what was happening.

"No."

"Yes! It'll be worse if you don't."

It had always been a struggle getting Tomura to care for his skin. Whether it be bandaging up the places he picked at or putting on creams to help prevent more flares. You understood, of course. The feeling of trying so hard to take care of yourself only to have it all not work or make it worse was debilitating.

"I fucking hate how it feels." Even with his complaints he moved closer to sit on the edge of the discolored bathtub watching you intently. Humming to ignore him, you grab the extra headband to push back his hair and place a small kiss to his now bare forehead.

You grabbed at a small bottle of cream and unscrewed the lid. "I know, but this one is new. I think you'll like it. I used it the past couple of nights, which really has helped without making me feel oily."

After putting some in your palm, you handed it to him so he could read over the ingredients. "Oatmeal?" You simply nodded as you lightly applied it across his face, "Supposed to be good for relieving eczema." He raised an eyebrow in disbelieving amusement but let you finish rubbing the product in.

"Feels nice." His eyes were now closed, mumbling while you put chapstick on his lips. "Yeah?" "Yeah." Neither of you could stop from smiling at the other. "All done. You're ready for bed now."

You both sluggishly made your way back to bed, barely glancing at the digital clock that read '2:25 AM'. You could hear Tomura behind you, slipping off his shirt as you kicked off your pants. The room ran hot due to the amount of computers forcing you both to shed clothes before getting under the soft sheets.

Finally getting comfortable against the pillows, you watched your boyfriend finish the final bedtime steps. Shuffling through your bedside table, he grabbed the weighted eye cover you always used and crawled on the bed. Red eyes watched as you got the straps into place before moving to lay on your chest. Gentle hands found their way into Tomuras' hair as he got comfortable the familiar presence of each other, making sleep come easy.

"G'night. Love you."