For Now | Shinsou Hitoshi
Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader
song inspo: hug all ur friends by cavetown — “i don’t care about my sleeping routine. i’ve fucked it up as it is but we’ve got so much time to kill as the night rocks me to sleep.”
a/n: the fluffiest of fluff for those of you like me who are forever in love with tired, edgy boys
“I was wondering when you’d finally call,” Shinsou’s familiarly warm, but clearly tired voice answered at the other end of the line. A smile immediately formed on your lips at his teasing words as you crawled between your bedsheets, phone pressed carefully to a blushing cheek as your best friend’s voice murmured through its speakers.
“You survived, didn’t you? I had to finish a math test.” You stretched onto an elbow and clicked off the soft glow of a nearby lamp. Darkness blanketed your room as you found a comfortable spot on your dorm’s rock-solid mattress.
“Excuses, excuses,” a fake-serious voice responded. You heard a distant shuffling, then a soft thud and muffled groan as the indigo haired boy flopped onto his bed face-first. He was a quiet goofball; the tall, pale, and broody guy you called your best friend. He intimidated most people, put them off with his candid, dispassionate demeanor. Once you chipped his shell, though, you discovered how charming Hitoshi really was. Whether intentional or not, there was always some dry humor in his words and little things he did. Silly, small, insignificant things that put a small on your face and pulled giggles from your chest.
He had been your best friend in grade school, but his dream of attending U.A. and your draw toward a different university pulled you to opposite ends of the country. Regardless of distance, though, your bond remained strong.
“You didn’t have to stay up if you didn’t want to,” you half-threatened, half-reminded him. Shinsou often shirked proper sleeping habits in favor of staying up, awaiting the sound of your voice over crackling phone speakers. Talking with him helped you fall asleep, you said, and who was he to refuse a nightly call from the person he cared for the most. He didn’t mind that ‘bedtime’ where you were was practically morning for him. Time Zones be damned, you were worth losing sleep over.
“I wanted to,” he answered frankly. Tired eyes opened to peer at the empty bed space beside him - the space he so often wished you could fill. He imagined you snuggled up to his side, his arm curled around your waist and your head to his chest. In reality, you were miles away, drifting off on the other end of the phone.
“I miss you,” you whispered, voice lowered and words mumbled by sleep. Heavy arms pulled a soft pillow to your chest and you hugged it tight. The faint scent of lavender filled your nose as pastel purple dreams tugged you further from consciousness.
Those three little words meant so much more than they led on. You both knew it — that ‘miss’ could so easily be replaced by ‘love’. There was a mutual understanding that your friendship was so much more than the title you lent it, but those feelings remained unspoken for the time being. Shinsou was waiting until he could tell you how he felt in person, and you couldn’t bring yourself to spoil that plan.
“I miss you too.” A blush crept up his cheeks and he shoved his face back into the cool fabric of his pillow to quell the familiar warmth. Within seconds a soft snore resonated from your throat, telling him you had only waited to hear his response before drifting off completely.
Eyelids growing heavier with each passing moment, Hitoshi envisioned a future that he hoped would come soon. A future where he didn’t only get to see you in his dreams, where your beautiful face was the first thing he could see in the morning as well as the last before he fell asleep at night.
One day he would get to come home to the person he loved most, and you would keep him warm at night as he muttered sweet nothings into your ear. But for now, hearing your quiet, sleepy breaths on the other end of the line as you dozed peacefully was more than enough for him.
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