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after a couple more hours at the party, y/n and bakugo decided to leave. the party had started to get loud and chaotic, and it was clear both of them were more comfortable in a quieter setting, away from the crowd. the music blared in their ears as they walked out, and for a moment, y/n felt a wave of relief when the cool night air hit her skin.
bakugo's car ride back was peaceful, with only the sound of the engine humming in the background. the city lights flickered past them, but neither of them seemed in any rush to reach the end of the night. the tension from the party slowly dissolved, leaving them both in a comfortable, almost effortless silence.
when they finally pulled up to y/n's apartment, she unbuckled her seatbelt, glancing over at bakugo with a soft smile. "thanks for tonight," she said, her voice quieter than usual. there was something soothing about their shared company, something that made her feel at ease even after a night full of laughter and chaos. "it was really nice being with you."
bakugo, who had been staring out the windshield for a moment, turned to her. his gaze softened, and for just a split second, his usual tough exterior melted away. "yeah. I had a good time too," he muttered, the words sounding genuine despite his usual bluntness. he turned off the engine and reached for his jacket, tossing it carelessly over the chair. there was a warmth between them, an unspoken connection that made even the smallest moments feel significant.
as they entered the apartment, the energy of the night shifted from the loud, chaotic party to the calm of the quiet apartment. the low hum of the fridge and the soft ticking of a clock on the wall were the only sounds, making the space feel even more intimate. y/n closed the door behind them, kicking off her shoes and sighing as the weight of the night seemed to lift.
she hesitated for a moment before sitting down on the couch, looking over at bakugo, who was still standing by the door, his posture stiff but his eyes soft. "want to sit?" she asked with a small smile.
bakugo gave a slight nod and sat down beside her, the distance between them shrinking naturally as they settled into the cushions. the room felt a lot smaller in the best way possible, the space between them filled with a comfortable silence that neither of them felt the need to fill.
for a while, their conversation was light. they shared awkward childhood stories, recalling embarrassing moments, and laughed about silly things that had happened to them in college. y/n found herself smiling more than she expected, the sound of bakugo's low chuckle making her feel at ease.
but slowly, as the conversation drifted, the topics became more personal. y/n found herself telling bakugo about her family—how they had their struggles, how she always felt the weight of their expectations, and how she longed to make her own path in life. she talked about her mother's determination to push her toward success and how, despite it all, she had learned to value the freedom of making her own choices.
bakugo listened quietly, his usual fiery nature subdued as he took in her words. when it was his turn, he shared stories of his own family—his upbringing under the spotlight, always being pushed to be the best, the pressure of living up to expectations, and how it felt to constantly battle with the world around him. y/n could hear the undertones of pain in his voice, even though he tried to mask it with his usual tough exterior.
"i get it," bakugo said quietly, his gaze focused on something far away. "you can never really escape it. but you can control how you handle it."
y/n nodded, understanding his words more than she wanted to. "it's like trying to navigate a path with a million people watching, waiting for you to mess up," she said softly.
for a moment, there was nothing but the quiet between them, the weight of their shared vulnerability hanging in the air.
as the night wore on, the conversation slowed. y/n leaned back into the couch, feeling the comfortable weight of the evening settle in. bakugo, who had been sitting slightly apart, now shifted closer. without a word, he leaned his head against the back of the couch, pulling her closer so that their sides were pressed together. it wasn't forced or awkward—it just felt right.
the tension between them, the chemistry that had been building since the party, seemed to melt away in the quiet of her apartment. no one was pushing them, no one was waiting for anything. it was just the two of them, comfortable in their own space, wrapped up in a sense of calm that neither had expected.
y/n let out a content sigh as she shifted to get more comfortable, her head resting against bakugo's shoulder. she closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the peacefulness of the moment, her hand lightly brushing against his arm.
they didn't need to say anything more. the words they had shared earlier were enough.
neither of them was ready to face the world outside, not yet. in the warmth of the apartment, in the solace of each other's presence, they stayed up all night, quietly talking about everything and nothing. they laughed, joked, and shared things they hadn't told anyone else.
when they finally fell asleep, it was in a tangle of limbs, their bodies curled around one another in a way that felt completely natural. y/n's head rested on bakugo's chest, the rise and fall of his breathing slow and steady. she could hear his heartbeat, strong and steady, as she drifted off to sleep.
it felt right. it felt like everything had led up to this moment, and in his arms, y/n finally felt like she had found something—someone—that made her feel safe.
and as the night deepened and the world outside faded away, they stayed there, in the quiet of the apartment, together.
