Eijirou's POV:
I cringed my closed eyes slightly, as I felt the soft sunlight stream through my window.
It was morning, but I was not ready to get up yet.
I was so incredibly comfortable. There was no way in hell I was leaving this bed anytime soon.
I snuggled closer to the warmth that was next to me, craving more of it.
I woke up slightly, upon feeling the warmth next to me stir around....lazily opening my eyes.
Oh that's right.
Margo was next to me. She slept over.
I groaned tiredly, fully opening my eyes now to look at her.
I was holding her in my arms, spooning her perfect body.
Her breathing was steady, signaling she was still asleep.
Man, she was so gorgeous.
Her soft hair fanned around the pillow, with a few strands messily cascading on her face.
Her smooth, creamy skin glowed from the morning sunlight that came through my window.
Those long, full eyelashes...curled so beautifully at the ends.
My eyes trailed down to her lips, looking at their perfect shape...their softness.
Those lips were so amazing. Every time I felt them on my own, I felt like my heart was about to pound of my chest. In a good way, of course.
I couldn't help but notice the scar on her shoulder, and her wrist.
These scars are from that bastard Shigaraki when he decayed her. I saw the one on her hip last night, too.
I sighed softly in sadness, as I lightly traced Margo's scarred parts.
She didn't deserve that. She didn't deserve any of this.
She's been through too much. She's so strong.
I lightly brushed the hair out of Margo's face, causing her to twitch slightly.
She mumbled something incoherent, before turning in my hold to face me, throwing her arms around my neck and snuggling closer to my body.
I felt her chest against mine, now remembering we were both bare up there.
I chuckled slightly, as I felt her hook her leg over my body, using me as her own personal body pillow.
Not that I was complaining. Margo could use me as a body pillow anytime.
I loved it when she was close to me.
I worked tirelessly for three weeks to find her. There was no way I wanted to let her go right now. Or let her go ever, for that matter.
I haven't been able to focus on anything, since she's been gone.
I really wasn't sure what her fate would be, the night we rescued Bakugou.
She was willing to sacrifice herself to save him. She was willing to die, by doing the right thing.
And I'm so glad she didn't, because I don't know what I would have done if she'd died.
I really care about her.
I want her to be safe. I want her to be happy.
I want her to tell me her past, and open up to me. Hell, I've even contemplated going through Aizawa's file on her again, just to find out her past for myself.
But, then I keep remembering I could never do something like that to her. I would never betray her trust.
I want Margo to be open with me more than anything, but I want her to feel okay talking to me about her life.
I wish to be close to her in every way.
She has changed my life.
And I never want to let her go.
I don't want her to return to the league of villains. I don't want her to be undercover anymore.
I want her to be safe, and to live, and feel free.
And I know these thoughts are coming out unorganized and erratic, and that maybe there isn't a clear expression or understanding of my feelings. But this is just how I feel. This is my format of thinking, when I'm alone.
I involuntarily pulled her closer to me, just to make sure she was really here with me...that this wasn't just a dream.
I gently caressed her hair, lost in my own thoughts.
"I wish I could just take you away from all of this." I whispered to Margo absentmindedly, not loud enough for her to hear.
I know these things will take time, and I'm willing to wait. However long it takes.
Because, she's worth it to me.
Actually, she's worth......everything to me.
I was pulled from my thoughts as I heard Margo hummed tiredly into my neck.
She began stirring now, starting to wake up.
"Hmmmm...?" She mumbled dazedly, pulling away from me slightly to stretch her arms.
She fluttered those beautiful eyes open to meet my gaze, a small smile spreading across her face.
She chuckled softly, upon looking at me...suddenly running her hands through my hair.
"Your bed head is so funny." She giggled, ruffling my hair to mess it up even more.
She's so cute.
I lightly rolled my eyes, before ruffling her own hair now.
She groaned in annoyance, pushing my hands away.
"Nah. I think your bed head is worse." I shrugged, giving her a teasing smile.
"You're gonna pay for that, Kirishima." She smirked, smothering my face with her pillow.
"Woah. Using my last name now? Guess you really mean business, huh?" I muffled from under the pillow, quickly grabbing her sides.
She yelped in surprise, as I placed her on top of me, quickly shoving the pillow off my face.
She shot me an amused smile, playfully raising her eyebrow.
"Oh? What are you planning to do now?" She taunted.
I lightly ran my fingertips up her bare sides, feeling goosebumps begin to form on her skin from my touch.
She was about to speak again, before I quickly pushed my fingers into her sides, starting to tickle her.
Her eyes widened in shock, not being able to stop her escalating laughter.
"Ahhh Eijirou, stop!!" She giggled, squirming in my hold.
I couldn't help but laugh with her, as I quickly rolled us over so I was on top now.
"No. I don't think I will." I simply replied, continuing to tickle her.
"I can't take it! This is something cheesy couples do, in those shitty romantic comedies!!" She laughed out from under me.
"Yeah. That's exactly why I'm doing it, duh. I told you we were gonna be one of those couples. Didn't I?" I retorted teasingly, before finally stopping my actions.
Even after I stopped tickling her, Margo continued laughing.
Her laughter warmed my heart. I wanted to hear more of it.
Her smile was so carefree. She looked happy right now, she looked peaceful.
After a few moments, she calmed down slightly, looking up at me.
"S-So anyways....um, thank you....for yesterday." She said softly, starting to avert her gaze away from me.
I quickly placed my fingers on her chin, turning her head back towards me.
She immediately looked back at me curiously, her eyes meeting mine.
"Hey, there's nothing to thank me for. I'm here for you." I whispered to her, studying her face.
I watched her eyes warm into mine, suddenly needing to be closer to her.
I leaned down, planting my lips on hers momentarily, before she quickly pulled away.
"Wait, I have morning breath." She muttered sheepishly.
I hummed in response, pretending to contemplate something.
"Hmm. Well, that's something those shitty romantic comedies never address, huh. What the hell are we supposed to do now?" I asked teasingly.
She immediately rolled her eyes, lightly hitting my shoulder.
"Oh shut up. Don't be an ass." She smirked, before pulling me back down to her.
I couldn't help but chuckle against her lips, as she deepened the kiss.
Anytime I start kissing her, I feel like I'm in another world. This girl drives me crazy.
I placed one of my hands on the bed, gripping the sheets tightly so I didn't go too fast and startle her. Especially after last night.
After a few moments, I broke away from her lips, placing soft kisses on her neck.
I heard her hum out in pleasure softly, causing my heartbeat to immediately pick up.
"Can we just stay here all day?" She breathed out, running her hands up my back.
"Today is Sunday, you know...which means we get a day off." I mumbled suggestively.
"Perfect." She muttered contently, turning her neck further towards me, as she began relaxing into me.
I began applying more pressure to the kisses on her neck, her breaths of pleasure starting to turn me on now.
She gripped my shoulders, upon feeling my teeth lightly graze the sensitive spot on her collar bone.
"E-Eijirou..." Margo called out to me.
"I'm here, baby." I breathed out, trailing my fingers down her body.
"Eijirou, there's something I want to say—"
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Margo and I immediately jumped at the harsh knocking on my door.
"Oi, shitty hair for brains. Let me in. I have some new information for ya." Bakugou mumbled from the other side of the door.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes softly at his bad timing. I told him to come in an hour. Not now.
I looked over at the door absentmindedly.
"Uh...come back later." I called dismissively, turning my attention back to Margo.
She chuckled softly, returning her lips to mine. I smiled against her mouth, pulling her closer to me...
....before Bakugou's bitchy voice filled our ears again.
"I will not come back later. Open the fucking door right now, or I'll explode it off the hinges." He barked, furiously trying the locked door handle.
Margo and I both groaned softly, reluctantly pulling away from each other.
She gave me a small nod in understanding to let Bakugou in.
I pursed my lips in slight annoyance at Bakugou, gently rubbing her sides.
"I guess it's time to let everyone know you're back, huh. I'd rather just keep you all to myself." I sighed, caressing her hip.
Margo smiled softly, about to speak, before Bakugou continued his nagging.
"Who the hell are you talking to in there, you shitty haired fuck!?" Bakugou yelled from the other side of the door.
"Oh, let the poor boy in already." Margo chuckled, lightly pushing me off her to put on her shirt.
I let out an exasperated sigh, trudging over to the door as slow as I possibly could.
Bakugou, bro. You need better timing.