Part one of the Sleep Chronicles. Dedicated to my lovely @littleroundpumpkin and @blamedorange if you haven’t seen their wonderful art, where have you beeeeen.
BakuMomo spend the majority of their time sleeping together.
•When it first happened, they weren’t even together. They were in the common room and due to a couple of knuckle heads roughhousing, they’re short 3 couches. This means there’s only one good couch, the two seater on the side, and when Momo enters the common room at 2:30 am expecting it to be empty, she finds herself in a predicament. The couch is part taken by Bakugou, someone she never expects to find out of his room or training. She has half the mind to turn back and return to her quarters, but he’s already seen her and she doesn’t want for him to get the wrong idea.
•She sits down slowly and cautiously, making sure he keeps as much space between them she can, as to not upset or disturb him. The silence starts out awkward, but it eases to be barely noticeable with her preoccupied with reading. The next time she looks at the time it’s 3:40 am and it’s only then she remembers the boy on the other side of her. She chances a peek and her stomach flutters at the sight of his peaceful and calm expression in his sleep. She notices the way his head is leaning to the side and frowns. He’ll probably have a neck ache, for sure, she thinks. She creates a neck pillow and carefully situates around his neck, adjusting him to rest in a more comfortable position. Her fingers end up brushing agains his exposed arm and she finds that his skin is freezing. She creates a blanket, and drapes it over him. Content with her good deed, and more importantly his peaceful slumber, she returns to read a bit more knowing that it would be futile to go to bed now.
•She does end up falling asleep, being shaken awake by a worried Jirou who knows her friend has been having troubles going to bed. “Momo are you alright, did you really spend the night here? Do you want me to tell them you’re sick?” She tries to rub the sleep out of her eyes and sits up. It’s only then, she notices the blanket on her, falling down her shoulders, and the pillow on her own neck. Her cheeks start to burn, as she turns her head to confirm that all trace of Bakugou is gone, save the warmth and scent he left on the pillow. “Ok, Momo, you can’t go to class like this, you’re burning up! I’ll get recovery girl……”












