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the night air on the terrace was cool, the distant hum of the party inside barely reaching them. y/n settled against the back of the couch, her back comfortably pressed against bakugo's chest. his arms were wrapped loosely around her, one resting next to him, the other draped across her waist. it felt oddly intimate, but not in a way that made her uncomfortable. instead, it made her heart race—just enough to remind her of the closeness they had, and the quiet shift in their dynamic.
the chaotic energy of the party seemed far away now, replaced by the peaceful stillness of the night. she could feel the rhythm of his breathing against her back, steady and unhurried, and she found herself relaxing into him, her phone still in her hands, but the screen forgotten as she focused on the feeling of his presence.
neither of them spoke at first, the silence hanging between them, comfortable yet charged. y/n could sense that bakugo wasn't quite ready to let the conversation end. she finally broke the silence, her voice soft and casual, though her heart was beating faster than she cared to admit.
"you good?" she asked, her fingers absently tracing patterns on the screen of her phone.
bakugo was quiet for a moment, his chest rising and falling gently behind her. when he finally spoke, his voice was lower than usual, as if he was still processing something.
"yeah," he muttered. "just didn't expect... this."
y/n smiled faintly, the words feeling heavy in the air between them. "neither did i," she admitted, her heart fluttering at the sincerity in his tone. "but, i'm glad we ended up here."
there was a beat of silence, the sound of their breathing the only thing connecting them in that moment. bakugo shifted slightly, adjusting his position so that his arm moved more comfortably around her, pulling her just a little closer without saying a word. the proximity made her feel warm, but it didn't feel forced—just natural, as if the space between them had shrunk without either of them trying to make it happen.
"guess this is better than being crushed inside," he murmured, his chin lightly resting against her shoulder.
"definitely," y/n agreed, her smile widening. "but you are going to owe me for making you dance."
bakugo let out a soft huff of laughter, the sound vibrating through his chest, and she couldn't help but smile at the way his arm tightened slightly around her in a silent gesture of amusement.
"i'm still regretting that," he said, his voice teasing, but his grip on her remained steady and secure.
y/n leaned further back, her body now fully resting against his, the back of her head comfortably nestled against his chest. she could feel the warmth of his body, the way his presence seemed to anchor her. the cool night air brushed against their skin, but it was his warmth that she felt most. the world outside seemed to blur into nothingness. it was just the two of them now—no need for anything else.
the tension between them, the hesitations and awkward moments from earlier, began to melt away. in this quiet space, in the stillness of the night, she didn't feel the need to question any of it. she simply allowed herself to be there, surrounded by the calming presence of bakugo, letting the moment unfold without overthinking.
"do you always make people regret dancing?" y/n asked, her voice light, but there was a softness to it that she hadn't noticed before.
bakugo chuckled again, his breath warm against her ear as he shrugged. "only when I'm dragged into it."
"ah, so i dragged you into it?" she teased, a playful grin spreading across her face.
"you're the one who convinced me to get on the damn floor," he replied, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "not my fault if I'm bad at it."
y/n smiled, her fingers absently tracing the edge of her phone, but this time, it wasn't to distract herself—it was to focus on the way bakugo's fingers gently brushed against the bracelets on her wrist. his touch was light, but deliberate, the warmth of his fingers contrasting with the cool metal of the bracelets. she could feel him shifting, the way his hand moved naturally, almost absentmindedly, as he played with the rings on her fingers, the touch both soothing and intimate.
she paused mid-sentence, her words faltering as she focused on the feeling of his touch. she had almost forgotten what she'd been talking about, lost in the comfort of his presence and the quiet intimacy of the moment. the steady rhythm of his breath, the way his arm rested so comfortably around her, the soft brush of his fingertips against her skin—everything about the moment felt like it was in slow motion, like they were suspended in time.
y/n couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so comfortable with someone—so at ease. and for the first time in a long time, she didn't feel the need to rush, to question where things were going. she just let herself be in the moment, letting the softness of bakugo's presence seep into her, leaving everything else behind.
