"You look the same as always; stop fretting over nothing."
She had previously tried covering her face with her free hand, but after viewing his reaction she slowly peeled it off. "You don't think I look weird...? Without eyeliner...?"
"Why do girls worry about crap like makeup? You look just as good as you did yesterday, and the day before that or whatever. Can we move on from this?"
"S-Sure..."
'I don't know what to say...Somedays I can't even look at myself in the mirror without finding an imperfection; Katsuki is looking at me, through a screen but still... He's not insulting me or picking on my insecurities, like how I expected him to...Is he ok?'
"So? Are you going to sleep soon?" Since it was getting a little awkward— the few seconds of silence, Bakugo decided to ask.
"Um...!" [____] made her way to her bed. There was a medium sized window right next to it, so she had to move around the mattress to reach it and pull its curtains open, just to have enough moonlight in her room. She had turned off her ceiling light but had a dim book lamp right by her bed stand. "I was, but now that my heart is racing after your compliment, I think I might stay awake a little longer..."
He chuckled, laying down on his bed. "You're so damn weird, saying shit like that..."
"Katsuki, what about you...? Are you tired?" She was thinking that there was no other possible explanation for his kindness right then; unless her butler lied to her and hit him with his truth quirk once again.
"I am, but you know, lately...I haven't been able to sleep so much."
'Now that I think about it, he is always drinking coffee...I wonder if he has imnsonia or something, that can't be good...How can I help him?'
[____] rubbed her eye with a fist for a second. The truth was that she was still physically exhausted from practice; "I'm sorry. What's causing this, do you know?"
"I don't. At first, I thought I was just anxious or something, before an important exam I tend to overwork myself to the point of me feeling sleepy around 7 or 8...Nowadays I close my eyes and can't stop thinking about— dumb shit...It's like I'm losing my mind."
"That doesn't sound so good...What could be so subconsciously important to you, that you're losing sleep?"
'Obviously, you, dumbass.' Katsuki thought.
He cleared his throat, not saying what he was thinking. "Dunno...Could be this or that...Let's not talk about it, though. Anyway, fat cheeks, you should tell me a story."
"A story?" [____] had stood up from her bed to look through her drawers. Her mother had purchased all her clothes about a week ago, but she was still having trouble finding something proper to wear for bed that didn't include see-through underwear or lacy bras. She decided it would be a good idea to skim through her father's closet and find a long sleeve t shirt, since the nights were only getting colder during fall.
Bakugo had turned to his left side, using a pillow to help him rest his hand, which was still holding onto his phone. "Yeah, talk about something so that you can bore me to sleep."
[____] fake gasped as she reached her parents' unoccupied bedroom. "That's rude...but okay; I'll tell you the story of a cute but angry guy that never got a girlfriend because he was always so mean to everybody—"
"Not like that, idiot." He interrupted. "What I meant to say was...tell me more about yourself."
"Myself..." [____] finally found a good shirt to steal from her dad, she held on to it as she left their room and bumped into a maid. "S-Sorry!"
