#toga fluff

Bakugo-

You're watching a movie, some psychological thriller that didn't even make Bakugo jump. But you, on the other hand, were hiding behind your hands. After a pretty scary jump-scare, you've screamed in surprise and hidden behind the blanket for a moment. He notices, immediately scoffing.

“You scared? What happened to my lil spitfire?” He teases, with a smirk.

You smack his arm for teasing you, and he just wraps an arm around you. He's all talk, but he's really soft underneath it all.

“It's alright, I'll save you. Don't gotta put on the brave face around me, nerd”

He holds you close for the rest of the movie, and when you nuzzle your face further into him his ears turn red, even if he hides that under all his bravado. And you don't tell him, so you don't crack his whole ‘strong guy’ act, but the next time there's a bad scare, you hear his heart beat quicken. You tighten your arms around him, not just to comfort yourself, but for him too. He kisses your head, mumbling something about “never letting ya go.”

Izuku-

Izuku really doesn't like the gore in most scary movies, and he always gets startled by the jumpscares. But most of all, this man won't stop rambling through the whole movie.

“You know, if this were real life she wouldn't be able to survive that first attack.” And then that would lead into the statistics of horror movie tropes.

But when you get scared, hiding behind your hands, he's right there to make you feel better.

“Oh, baby, did that freak you out? Here, come closer to me.” He'll say, pulling you closer. You'll trace the expansive scars on his arms, and his hands, to distract you from the scary movie. He'll pull you closer when either of you gets scared, and pepper your shoulders, neck and hair with kisses as you watch. It's really comforting to him to just kiss you or softly run his hands on your skin. He does it to relax himself so the movie doesn't get under his skin too much. When he covers your eyes for a bad scare, you chuckle and call him your hero. “I'll always be here to save you, baby.”

Toga, Ochaco-

It's movie night, so you, Toga and Ochaco are sharing favorite snacks and watching scary movies. Toga is lounging on her stomach, happily kicking her feet as the movie starts. She won't really be scared of any of the gore, she'll actually be interested in those parts because of her affinity for blood. Ochaco, on the other hand, is cringing and hiding behind her hands the whole time. “Ochacooo, are you scared?” Toga teases, poking her side. Ochaco tries to act brave, shaking her head, “No! It just startled me!” She'll insist.

“You're so cute when you're all scared.” Toga quips, jumping up to lean onto her shoulder happily. “Don't worry, I'll stabby stab anyone who bothers my favorites!” Toga says, throwing her legs over yours as she leans on Ochaco. “Thanks, Himiko. It's a little bit of a freaky movie. But it's okay.” Ochaco says as she leans her head against Toga's, too. You pass them the popcorn, and Toga tries to toss pieces into your mouth as you both watch. When you jump, getting scared of a particularly spooky scene, Toga plants herself between the both of you, just to make sure she can ground you both. She takes your hand, then ochaco, and holds them in her own, resting on her warm thighs through the entire rest of the movie.

Monoma-

Monoma will be the most self righteous ass while watching the movie, but he'll comfort you, too. You get scared and he'll laugh, “Ha ha! Told you you couldn't handle it! Don't worry, I'll protect you, my precious baby.” He'll tease, and you'll push him away by the side of the head. Not with much force, just enough to tell him to shut it. He laughs and pulls you a little closer. “Well, just don't be scared to hold my hand.” But after all that cocky talk, 5 minutes later he's jumping too, spilling all the popcorn in the process. You'll tease him back, and he'll just roll his eyes. “Whatever! Just hold me, you know, so you don't get too scared.”

When you do, he'll hold you like a precious jewel. As annoying as he is sometimes, he really cares for those close to him, so he'll do all be can to be close to you. He won't let go, not even for a second, and when you squeeze your arms around him he's kissing your cheek. “It's alright, gorgeous. Your savior is here to protect you.”

All might-

Toshinori would honestly be the best horror movie buddy. First, he'd provide so many amazing snacks just to ensure you're eating enough. And he'd have the most comfortable bed set up, just because he wants you to be able to relax fully. He wouldn't really like horror movies, but he'd enjoy how strong it makes him feel to make you feel safe again. You scream at a scary part and cover your face. He's kissing your head softly immediately. “Hey, don't be frightened. I am here!!” He'll say, comfortingly. “You know I'll always protect you, don't you?” He asks, and you take his face in your hands and kiss him sweetly. “I know, Toshi. Just…can you hold me? It makes it less scary.” You ask, and he wants nothing more than every ounce of affection, so he obliges immediately. You're wrapped in his arms, with the blanket tucked up comfortably, and he tightens his arms every time he notices you getting a little more afraid. He's even got the remote ready to shut it off IMMEDIATELY if it gets too scary, but he won't push you because he wants you to feel strong, too. “I've got you, darling. I've got you.” He'll mumble in your ear, to comfort you.

Aizawa-

Aizawa was supposed to be watching a horror movie with you, but he grew bored of their irrational decision making and he hardly stays awake long enough to finish a movie anyway. You weren't surprised, or upset. He has such a demanding life, you like to be his peace. If he's able to sleep around you, good. He deserves the rest. So, you proceed with watching the movie on your own, eating some snacks and trying not to wake him up when you get scared. But, one scare is too much and you scream loudly, kicking him in the process. “Sorry!” You say frantically as he wakes up. He looks at you immediately, sitting up. “What is it? What happened?” He asks, looking around the room for any sign of trouble. “I didn't mean to wake you, it was just the movie scaring me.” You explain, and he just pulls you close to him and rests his head in your lap. “Dont feel guilty. I'm here. I'll stay awake for you. Would you like to play with my hair? I know it comforts you.” He offers, and you smile, bringing your hands to his wavy, inky locks and playing with it. It makes you feel better, and the next time there's a scare, he's rubbing your leg gently. “Youre safe when I'm here, love.” He'll murmur, soothingly.

Keigo/Hawks-

Hawks would pretend he's a little bit afraid of the movie, just to make you feel less nervous about being scared. You're surrounded by blankets and pillows, almost like a nest. It's so comfortable, he's a pro at making comfy little snuggle piles. He sees you jump, but pretends to be spooked himself. “This movie's intense, little bird. Come a little closer.” You know he's not really scared, but he noticed that you were. You scoot in closer and he wraps an arm around you, rubbing your arm with his thumb softly. When you jump and hide your face, he helps cover your eyes. He pulls the blankets around you more, and passes you the snacks whenever you need them. He soothes you with gentle touches when you're scared, and even has your favorite stuffed animal right beside you for your comfort. “Easy, dovey. It's alright. You're safe with me.” He reassures you.

Touya/Dabi-

Touya isn't great at comforting, he's never been comforted much in his life before you, so he'll tease the shit out of you.

“Aww, c'mon, really? I don't scare you, but the idiot killer in this does?” He teases, but he pulls you closer anyway. He just doesn't make a show of it, and if you say anything he’ll push you away with a crackle of fire. But if you don't say anything, he'll let you rest your head on his shoulder.

“This guy doesn't even know how to play the long game. No plan, he just runs straight in, how boring.” He'll judge the movie, and you'll roll your eyes, but it's nice because it leaves you less scared. When you jump really badly, covering your eyes, he'll laugh in that gravelly voice of his, but he'll let you curl into his chest. He doesn't want to admit it, but you relying on him, feeling comforted by him, even protected, it does something to him. “You're all I've got that's only mine. I wouldn't let anything happen to you, so just relax."

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You’d gone into his office. Shigaraki hadn’t eaten in days. Every offer was turned down. He just sat at his desk for hours at a time, only getting up to use the bathroom. He even slept there, curled in a ball with his head resting on the desk. You brought him some fast food, something you didn’t think he could turn down. 

“Tomura?” you called, pushing the door open. You found him with the lights off, wide-eyed, staring at the computer screen and clicking away. “I brought you something to eat,” you offered. “I have a burger and nuggets. You can pick one, and I’ll take the other.”

“I’m not hungry,” he said, never even looking away from his computer monitor. His pale face and bloodshot eyes were illuminated by the blue glow, his eyes much puffier than they had been several days ago. 

You sighed, exasperated. Did he really not feel hungry? Was he just angry? Hyperfixated? Had you done something wrong? “Please just try to eat something,” you pleaded. “At least come sit with me for a minute, or come shower with me. You haven’t been out of this room in days, except for taking pee breaks.”

“Because I haven’t made progress,” he grumbled. Since you came in, you don’t think you’ve seen him even blink. “I have to find a way… Make a plan… Something!” He was rambling at this point, words slurred and shoulders slouching. 

“I just think maybe if you took a break–”

“I don’t need a break, Y/N,” Tomura snapped, finally turning his face toward you. He was more pale than he had been the last time you saw him.

“How do you know?” you asked. He looked astonished at the notion that he might be wrong. “If you take a break, get some rest, you can come back to it with a clear head.”

“What the hell do you know?” he rolled his eyes.

“I know that we’ve been through this multiple times,” you said. “And every single time you step away for a day or two, you make progress within an hour when you go back to it.”

“Would you just shut up?” he said. “I didn’t ask for your opinion. I don’t need your advice. What I need is to actually get some work done.”

“So why haven’t you done it yet?” you asked. “If none of my advice is helpful, what’s stopping you?”

“Oh, I don’t know, Y/N” he mocked. “Maybe if you weren’t constantly breathing down my neck, I could actually get something done! You come in here every fucking day. Just leave me alone for fuck’s sake!”

You were taken aback. Yes, he could be mean and cruel. He could throw tantrums. He could declare his hatred for the rest of the world fifteen times a day. But Shigaraki had never turned that aggression or cruelty or hatred toward you. Maybe you really had done something wrong. “Oh,” you said, trying to keep a strong face until you could leave the room. “I’ll just leave the food here then,” you said, setting the food on the edge of his desk. “I’ll give you some space.” You left the room and shut the door behind you, and you crawled into bed alone. 

Shit, he thought. That wasn’t what he wanted. 

Maybe ten minutes later, you heard the door open, and you felt the bed dip under the weight of your boyfriend. You threw the covers off of you and started to rush into the hallway. If he needed space you could do that. You just wish you had known sooner. “Y/N,” he called after you, getting up and following you. You kept walking. “Y/N,” he said again, reaching out to you and grabbing you by the arm. He stooped to look into your eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said. 

You couldn’t find any words to say. 

“Don’t give me space,” he demanded. “I need you.”

“But you said–”

“I didn’t mean it,” he cut you off. “I want you to smother me. I love you, and I need you to suffocate me. I don’t know why I said that. Please.”

You looked at him, your toughened expression finally falling. He pulled you into his chest and rested his head on your shoulder. His hands rested gently around your waist, hands balled into fists around pieces of your shirt, as if you were somehow going to wriggle away from him at any second. But you weren’t. You didn’t want to. You wanted to smother him in every ounce of love that you could offer. And that was exactly what he needed.

You hadn’t seen your boyfriend in days. He had probably been home when you weren’t around, or maybe when you were asleep. But he was always gone when you woke up or when you came home from work. You tried calling, but he sent you to voicemail several times in a row. So you gave up. 

Until eventually, Dabi called you. “Hey,” he said when you finally picked up. “I’ll be home soon.” His nonchalance made your blood boil. How can Dabi just disappear for days with no contact and then just waltz back in the door and pretend like nothing happened?

“Where the hell have you been?” you asked, eyebrows pinching together. 

You could practically hear the eyeroll from the other end of the phone. “Just needed some space, doll. You understand, right?”

“Whatever,” you responded. You hung up the phone and started to brace yourself for his arrival. But then you thought, you know what? If he wants space, why don’t you give him a taste of his own medicine? You rushed into your bedroom and started packing a bag, just enough for a couple of days at a friend’s apartment uptown. You were just putting the last of your things in the bag when you heard the apartment door click shut. 

“Babe?” Dabi called through the house, his raspy voice not quite loud enough to echo. He walked down the hallway, toward the bedroom light that bled into the hallway. He saw you starting to zip up your bag. “What are you doing?” he asked, leaning against the door frame. 

You shrugged. “You shouldn’t feel like you need space in your own home,” you answered plainly. “It’s only fair.” You slung your backpack over your shoulder and started to push past him. 

Dabi was at a loss for words. You had always been fiery and petty, especially when he fucked up. But how was he supposed to fix it this time?

You went into the bathroom and dug around for one last thing, and then you could take the train to your friend’s place. When you turned around to leave the bathroom this time, though, Dabi was blocking the doorway. “You at least gonna tell me where you’re goin’?” he asked. 

“Were you?” you countered, staring him down. He didn’t have anything to say. If he’d told you where he was, you would have just come and found him. He guessed he didn’t technically know that, though. “That’s what I thought. Now move out of my way.”

“No,” he argued. “Not until you tell me what’s going on.” 

“You’re an ass,” you shouted. “That’s what’s going on. And you don’t even care that you’re an ass because you’re too busy running away from me and all the rest of your problems, doing God knows what with God knows who. You don’t even have time to let me know that you’re alive, let alone wonder if what you do affects me at all.”

“So you’re mad because I didn’t talk to you for a day or two?” he asked.

“Try nine days,” you corrected him, starting to shout. You even pulled up your call and text logs on your phone to show him his last messages. “Nine days, Touya. No calls. No texts. No fucking smoke signals or messenger pigeons or anything. And when I ask what’s up, you tell me that you ‘needed space?’”

“Yeah?” he said. “So what?”

“So it sounds more to me like you don’t wanna be around me at all!” you yelled. “If you need more than a week without me, without so much as a goddamn text message, do you even want me to be in your life?”

He was silent. Not because you were right. But because he couldn’t believe you really thought that. Dabi knew he didn’t always say it the right way. But you were always what he needed, what he wanted. He loved you more than anything. Dabi thought you could feel it in his touch, in the way he looked at you. At least, he hoped you could. Because he didn’t have the words to tell you like a normal person could.

“That’s what I thought,” you said. “Now move out of my way.”

He moved out of the doorway to let you pass. You got nearly to the door before you heard a, “Please stay,” coming from the man behind you. You stopped before you could open the door. He couldn’t explain why he was gone so long. He just wandered around the city, going to the base, to talk to Shigaraki, to commit small petty crimes, anything he could think of to distract himself from the impending breakdown. When it didn’t come, though, he came home. And now, here he was, wanting to tell you everything but not having the right words. 

You felt his thin but muscular arms wrap around your waist. Dabi’s head rested on your shoulder, face buried in your neck. “I need you,” he said lowly. “I can’t tell you how badly I need you.” 

You could feel the way his weight rested on you, the way his hands shook. You wondered when he last ate, when he last slept. You turned around in his grip, and you looked at him in his electric blue eyes. “Tell me where you’ve been,” you demanded. If he was going to be honest with you, you’d unpack your bag right then. 

And he was. He told you how he had thoughts of hurting himself, and how he didn’t want you to think he was crazy. Dabi thought that, if he did something to himself, he didn’t want you to have to witness it. He told you how he went to the base at first, thinking there might be work to do. But there wasn’t. He told you how he went to Shigaraki, who offered him next to no help. After that, he told you he wandered around the city, sleeping sat up in alleyways. He told you how he tried to steal something small from a market to have something to eat, but then he heard your voice, telling him how stupid he is for stealing when he doesn’t have to. So he came home. “I had no idea how long it had been,” he swore. 

Coming down from your anger, you knew he was sincere. “So you don’t want space?” you asked, for clarification. 

“Fuck, no,” he said, almost in a whisper. “Not from you.”

And that was as close to an apology as you knew you would get from him.

You felt so incredibly guilty. 

It was a misunderstanding. You knew that. But you shouldn’t have said what you said. Toga was telling you a story about the mission she had just returned from, about how she got to drink tons of the blood she so coveted. She was so happy and excited, as if she had been starved for years of her life. You curled up your nose and teased, “Ew!” You were smiling and laughing, and she was too.

“It wasn’t gross, though!” Toga argued with a big smile, sitting on your lap. “It was sooooooo much fun!”

Toga went on to tell you about how she was the star of the show, how she pretty much saved the day. “I can’t wait to go out again!” she cheered to herself, excited hands balled into fists at her chest. 

You reached for her hands and intertwined your fingers with hers. Toga was so funny when she was excited, and she was excited quite a lot. You laughed again, squeezing her in a hug around the waist. She hugged you around her head, the only place that her arms would reach the way she was sitting in your lap. With your lips pressed against her cheek, you teased, “Okay, you little psycho.”

Toga was taken aback. You didn’t mean it. She knew that. You said it all the time and never meant it. In fact, she recently started taking that sort of thing as a compliment. But for some reason, this time, it stung. She knew you were joking. You had to be, right? You loved her, right? You didn’t really mean that, right? 

“You think I’m crazy?” she asked, much quieter than before. 

“I mean, a little, yeah,” you answered with a shrug, a big smile still spread across your face. She turned her face away from yours. You stroked her cheek with your thumb. “I didn’t mean it like that, my love,” you said. 

Toga just got up and started walking to the bedroom that you shared and shut the door. You got up and followed her. “Toga,” you called through the closed door. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Go away!” she shouted. “Just leave me alone.”

You sighed. She was right to be angry. It was insensitive, and you shouldn’t say that kind of thing to someone you love. You pressed your back against the wall in the hallway, and you sunk down to the floor. You heard Toga cry quietly behind the door, and your heart melted into a puddle. 

You’d been sitting there for nearly thirty minutes, stewing. In your head, you practiced what to say when she finally opened the door. You didn’t mean to insult her. She was weird and crazy in the best way that a person could be weird or crazy. When Himiko finally opened the door, you scrambled to your feet to meet her at eye level. She looked at you in silence for a minute. “Himiko,” you said. “I’m so sorry.”

“You think I’m crazy,” she said, not ready to accept your apology yet. 

“I absolutely do!” you said. You watched her face drop again, and she started to pull away from you. You caught her hand just in time to keep her from walking away. You had to fix this now. “But only because you aren’t like any other person I’ve met or heard of in my entire life.” She finally looked up at you for more explanation. 

“You’re genuinely passionate. You fight for what you believe is right, and you’ll do anything to get to your goals,” you explained. You held Toga’s face again, resting your forehead against hers. “You’re brave, more brave than a lot of these heroes that are out here. Because you’re willing to do things that are gross and scary to other people in order to make the world better. And if that involves drinking blood and loving it, then so be it. I only think you’re crazy because I could never do what you do.”

Her hands, halfway covered in her sweater sleeves, cupped your face. She leaned to connect her lips to yours. You could feel the tears still falling down her cheeks, but they weren’t the same now. You felt her lips stretch into a smile against yours, and you smiled back. 

“Toga?” you asked. She opened her eyes and looked at you. “Don’t ever stop being yourself. Not for me, not for anyone. Promise?”

She wiped the salt from her cheeks. “Promise.” 

It had been far too long since you’d seen Twice. You knew that he felt more comfortable, more stable, with you around. But mission after mission after mission came up, keeping you apart.

You waited for Jin to call you, to ask to come over, or for you to come see him where he lived. You couldn’t call him. What if he was on another mission? You could ruin everything. You could get him killed. 

But you had to check on him. You had to know if he was okay. So you started walking to his apartment, a run down building a few blocks from yours. When you got there, you didn’t see any lights on through his windows. But that didn’t mean anything. You walked up the stairs to his door, and you let yourself in with the key he had given you.

“Jin?” you called quietly through the house. The lights were still all off. You turned on a lamp to find him sitting on his bed, curled in a ball. He was looking straight ahead, eyes bloodshot, tugging at his hair. You could smell his body odor from where you stood. You wondered how long he had been sitting there, if things had really gotten this bad. 

You walked toward him and knelt by his side. He was mumbling some things to himself, to his other half. “Jin, honey,” you called to him. You started to reach for him, your fingertips brushing along is shoulder. 

“Leave me alone!” he growled at you, snapping his head in your direction. 

Startled, you jerked your hand away from him. “I’m not leaving,” you said, dropping your hand to your side. 

“And why the hell not?” he asked, voice deep and menacing. You only blinked in response, sitting on the floor in front of him with your legs crossed. “Get the hell out of here. It isn’t like you’re good for anything.”

Ouch. That one stung. 

“I love you,” you said. That was all. You couldn’t say anything else. You couldn’t figure out how to get along with his other side. 

“I love you, too,” Jin said to you, voice now light. His eyes relaxed, and he finally came to for just a minute. You almost breathed a sigh of relief until you heard, “I said go away!” in that same mean voice again. 

You closed your eyes and breathed again. You had to remind yourself that he didn’t really want you to go away. That was his clone talking. It wasn’t him. “Can’t you fucking listen?” he said again. “I don’t need you here. Go the fuck away!”

“Fine!” you said, fed up at this point. “You want me to leave?” You started to get up and walk toward the door. 

“No!” you heard Jin say behind you. You turned around and looked at him, seeing how his shoulders were tensed up and how he was breathing heavily. “Please,” he begged. “Please don’t leave me.”

You hurried toward him again and sat next to him on the bed. You gathered him in your arms, and he buried his face in your chest. “Don’t go,” he pleaded, beginning to sob.

“I’m not,” you reassured him. “I’m here. I promise.” You tangled your fingers in his messy blonde hair, and you pressed your cheek against his forehead. “Come here,” you beckoned, moving back to the pillows. “Come lay down with me, relax a minute,” you requested.

You opened your arms for him. He laid down next to you and wrapped an arm around your waist. You rested a hand on his head and stroked his hair, letting him cry and hearing his breathing slowly steady. “Do you wanna talk about it?” you asked. 

You felt him swallow heavily. “I’ve been here by myself for days,” he sniffled. “He wouldn’t let me do anything. So I’ve just been sitting here screaming at him, him screaming at me.”

“Sweetheart, why didn’t you call me?” you asked.

“He wouldn’t let me!” he said. “He kept saying that we didn’t need you. But I do. I do need you. Please don’t go.” He went right back to sobbing into your shoulder. 

You started to rub his back, hand brushing against his tank top, shushing him and kissing his head once in a while. “It’s okay,” you promised. “I’m not leaving. You’re okay.”

It took almost a half an hour for him to calm down, the shoulder of your shirt soaked in his salty tears. “Now. Since you’ve been stuck in this spot for days, let’s get you taken care of,” you offered. “Let’s get a shower.”

He groaned at the prospect of moving. “I don’t need one,” he tried to convince you.

“Honey,” you said. “I love you so much. But you stink.”

Shigaraki

There really isn’t an ‘accidentally’ with him

When he fucks you,

He fully intends to fuck you until his cock is the only thing left for you to think of.

So when he sees that you’re too cock drunk and overstimulated to respond to him,

He’ll take it as an opportunity to degrade the hell out of you.

“Aw, my stupid little cumdump lost their train of thought, huh?”

“Say nothing if you want more of this fat cock, my pretty whore”

He also takes this as a chance to fuck you harder,

 And stuff your womb full of his cum while he’s at it.

“If you don’t say anything, I’ll fuck you full of my load again.”

Bakugou

Super fucking smug about it

He takes pride in the fact you can easily get fucked dumb by him,

And makes sure to pound you harder,

Just so you can get it in your head that he isn’t going to stop until your dripping cum

“Doesn’t matter if you can speak or not, stupid brat. Gotta make sure your nice and fucking full.” 

“That’s right, my cock fucked you dumb. No one will ever make you feel this fucking good other than me, cock hungry whore.”

“You like when I slap this poor little cunt?”

When you don’t respond,

He likes to act like you’re doing it as an act of brattiness

“Oh? Not answering me, huh? Guess I gotta punish this dirty pussy.”

Toga

Squeals in excitement

She already knew her oral game was good,

But the fact that you were so lost in pleasure,

That you could no longer speak,

Gets her more riled up than she already is.

She becomes wayyy more eager to please

“Oh, you like when I lick here? Okay!”

“Let me press my fingers right, there!”

She probably brings out a lot of toys,

Just to make you lose your train of thought faster.

“Come on, the vibrator isn’t even on the highest setting”

“Let me get the bigger dildo, you seem like you want it.”

Tamaki

You have unlocked: Hard Dom Tamaki

Teases the living shit out of you,

And it is a huge confidence booster that you lost your head on his cock

“Dumb bunny slut can’t think straight when they’re full of cock, right?”

Likes to leave marks all over to memorialize the moment.

“You like when I bite here? My stupid little whore is enjoying getting marked up by their daddy, huh?”

In his mind,

This seems like the perfect time to get you knocked up.

So he’s gonna cum inside you over and over again.

“Take my cum, don’t be a fucking brat, let your pussy get filled up like the whore you are”

Loves it when you squirm,

Because he gets to reprimand you.

“Try to move away from my cock again, I dare you. I’ll spank your ass until it’s sore, dirty brat.”

He honestly feels awful afterward,

And will not stop apologizing

♡ Fake Texts ♡

“Isn’t this cute (y/n)-chan~? I should try it and then show you!”

“Toga-chan… Not to drop your mood but haven’t we… already tried these and showed each other?”

“But the lighting differs from place to place! Please!!”

You looked at her pouting face, then the cute top on her hands that she was holding to your face. You just wanted to sleep, damn it!

“Fine… But we will watch a movie and then cuddle and sleep, okay?”

“YAY!! OF COURSE (Y/N)-CHAN! JUST WAIT HERE!”

And that was how your 4 hours of( yes EXACTLY 4 hours) dressing girls night began. It wasn’t that bad though since you dolled each other up and even made fun of some of the pro-heroes and gossipped about possible ships in your favourite TV shows and theories. When you felt the tiredness seep into every cell in your body, you tugged on Toga’s sleeve and got under your soft cover while cuddling her.

Toga layed there as stiff as a statue, not being used to affection like that but as soon as she felt your soft breath on her neck and hair, she smiled happily and hugged you even more.

“You’re so cute (Y/N)-chan! And cuddly and soft too! But you wanted to watch the movie…”

She mumbled to herself while deciding on whether she should watch it or not. She then shrugged her shoulders and closed the tab in the computer and opened a new one, eventually finding herself something she could watch without you being deprived of the movie you wanted to watch with her.

After almost one hour and half, you started to stir awake while mumbling sleeply. After opening an eye and seeing Toga watch another movie, you immediately thought that this was her second movie and she has been waiting for you to wake up all this time for approximately 4 hours.

“TOGA-CHAN?! I’m sorry I slept that much. I know I pro-“

“Why are you sorry though? I didn’t watch the movie you opened. That’s another one!”

You blinked twice and looked closely at the name of the movie and then her face and literally buried yourself in your bed. But Toga wasn’t having any of it and she pulled the cover over your face with an enthusiastic smile on her face.

“Ohhh~~ I didn’t know that you could be shy! Come on, let’s watch the movie you wanted! That one is pretty lame!”

“O-Okay, fine then… But why are you looking at me like that?"

“CAN I BE THE LITTLE SPOON?! I cuddled with you all night and now want to be cuddled too!”

“Ahh… Sure?”

“YAY! Have anyone told you that you’re really soft and cuddly? Is there something you use, because if there is I can totally-“

And when she started to tattle about your softnes and how she will find( and steal) whatever you use, you just smiled and hugged her to yourself while starting the movie.