hello !   this is an independent, selective & mutually exclusive canon / original character multimuse  [ ... ]  loved by bunny (  25+ ,  she/they  ) .   blog may contain spoilers and display dark / 18+ themes .   established  01/14/22 .   revamped  12/30/22 .

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as usual :  no god-modding, metaplay, or force shipping .

i’ll tag all spoilers, nsfw, and triggers .  if i ever forget to tag something, feel free to send me a friendly reminder to do so and i will .

there’s no need to match length, so long as i’m given enough to work with as a reply .

i love to plot and i find that whenever i do threads flow so much smoother, but sometimes winging it can be fun .  i’m open to most plots and ideas, so if you ever think of anything you’d like to try with me and my characters, i’m all ears !

please no rushing, mental health sometimes gets in the way of my muse, so i tend to go silent during those times .  that said, if you think i’ve forgotten to draft our thread(s) then a check-in is totally fine !

it  had  been  a  long  week  of  studying  before  mid-terms  hit ,   and  between  working  and  several  feeble  attempts  at  making  time  for  his  hobbies  on  top  of  all  his  last  minute  cramming ,   it  was  safe  to  say  he  was  exhausted .   he’d  flopped  onto  the  couch  the  moment  he  got  home ,   textbook  out  and  tv  turned  on  to  something  random  purely  for  the  background  noise  while  he  flipped  to  where  he’d  left  off  and  tried  his  best  to  continue .   the  previous  nights  spent  up  late  finishing  assignments  and  taking  notes  were  finally  catching  up  with  him  though ,  and  after  fighting  to  keep  his  eyes  open  while  barely  retaining  any  of  what  he’d  been  reading  he  finally  set  his  book  down  on  his  chest  and  allowed  himself  to  snooze .

in all honesty, this hadn’t been the plan - the closeness, although he’d never admit to it, was wanted, but not like this. not when he hadn’t been expecting it and had the time to mentally prepare himself for sharing such small quarters with him. him of all people - goddamn him and his mind and the way he seemed to refuse to stop thinking about how adorable & strong & gentle he looked. STOP. he mentally berates himself, hoping that whatever god might be out there stops him from making a fool out of himself. for doing something that he shouldn’t or saying something he doesn’t mean to speak out loud. ❛ ONE blanket!! and it’s not my fault it’s so tiny - ❜ his voice is quiet despite the deep growl that escapes in between his words. it was cold, though bakugou has always run warmer than most ( a perk of his quirk, a need to always be ready to produce the sweat that is catalyst for his explosions ) so he can only imagine how much colder it is for chaos. 

and maybe he’ll blame his sleepy mind for what he does next because there is no way that bakugou katsuki, in his right mind, would do this without questioning him first. or at least without grumbling a lot more. ❛ fuck - just - stay still, alright? ❜ the mattress dips oh so slightly as he adjusts himself, as he scoots closer to him ( his friend, he reminds himself, just his friend ). he doesn’t comment on the fact that his chest is now pressed firmly against chaos’ frame as he pulls the blanket further around them so that they’re as covered as humanly possible. a tentative arm is placed around his waist ( he has no where else to put it, alright?? ). ❛ better? it’s warmer, yeah? ❜ 

a  huff  escapes  his  mouth  at  the  other’s  complaints ,   but  a  twinge  of  guilt  has  him  biting  back  any  response  he  may  have .   it  isn’t  his  fault  bakugou  is  so ...   big !   when  it’s  just  him ,   the  one  blanket  is  more  than  enough !    instead ,   he  wiggles  a  bit ,   trying  to  get  more  comfortable  without  invading  his  friend’s  personal  space .   but  to  get  more  comfortable  he  needed  to  get  warm ,   and  it  seemed  like  all  the  warmth  in  the  room  was  radiating  off  of  him .   in  a  small  bed ,   with  only  inches  of  space  between  them ,   closing  that  distance  felt  like  crossing  some  unspoken  boundary  and  the  very  last  thing  he  wanted  was  to  make  him  feel  uncomfortable  after  he’d  come  to  him  for  comfort .

‘  at  least  try  not  to  hog  the  blankets .   it’s  freezing .  ’   his  words  are  a  weak  attempt  at  masking  the  loud  pounding  of  his  heart  as  they  lay  within  each  other’s  personal  space  atop  the  small  dormitory  bed ,   hands  tugging  lightly  at  the  material  so  that  his  front  is  safe  from  the  draft .   in  the  other’s  defense ,   the  blanket  chaos  favors  is  on  the  small  side ,   a  worn  out  hand  me  down  that  brings  him  more  emotional  comfort  than  physical .   why  hadn’t  they  gotten  under  the  comforter ,   again ?   probably  because  chaos’  anxiety  riddled ,  love  sick  brain  hadn’t  immediately  realized  that  was  even  an  option  before  lifting  the  blanket  in  invitation ,   beckoning  for  his  friend  to  abandon  the  floor  in  favor  of  a  more  comfortable  sleeping  arrangement .   but  what  was  supposed  to  be  more  comfortable  only  ended  up  being  torturous  as  their  sudden  closeness  caused  his  heart  to  flutter  and  his  mind  to  race .

this  was  far  from  a  scenario  he’d  ever  considered  outside  of  his  typical  midnight  fantasies ,   when  his  mind  refused  to  shut  down  and  instead  he  was  plagued  by  thoughts  of  his  hopeless  crush  and  the  suffocating  guilt  of  pining  for  someone  who  thinks  of  him  as  a  valued  friend .   but  he  shoved  all  that  aside  for  now  as  best  as  he  could ,   silently  willing  the  universe  to  bless  him  with  some  composure  even  as  he  fidgeted .