kats 💕: you’re not even ready for the movies i have planned
kats 💕: why are you so late
kats 💕: did you put your socks on backwards or smthn
kats 💕: yn what the hell?
kats 💕: baby what’s wrong?
kats 💕: you’re fucking stressing me out.
katsuki sits on the edge of his bed, leg bouncing.
feeling fed up with this waiting game, he stands abruptly and throws open his door.
stomping to your dorm he yanks it open to find it empty… that’s weird.
he figures you could be training and lost track of time so he heads to the training rooms.
no sign of you, but he does spot kirishima.
“have you seen yn?” he asks impatiently.
kirishima turns to him confused.
“um no? maybe ask mina i saw her in the common room before coming out here.” he replies before returning to his punching bag.
katsuki huffs heading towards the exit with a frown on his face.
he checks the first floor common room and doesn’t see mina.
sighing he thinks he should check her floor… if only he remembered what floor she was on.
so he sighs and goes up floor by floor looking for her.
finally, he sees her pink curls shake while she laughs on the common room couch with sero, kaminari and momo laughing along with her.
“hey.” he says, walking towards them with a scowl on his face.
“hey bakugou!” sero calls from his spot on the couch.
“you seen yn?” he asks the group, ignoring sero.
“why don’t you come over here and find out?” mina asks and his head tilts in confusion.
“just come here!” she groans and he huffs but come closer to the couch anyway.
groaning when he sees you, cuddled up in a ball asleep with soft breaths spilling from your lips.
“fucking hell yn.” he mutters to himself.
“she’s been asleep for hours.” mina says, laughing.
“you fucks couldn’t have put a damn blanket on her? she looks freezing.” he says sighing in annoyance.
walking around the couch he sighs before gently picking you up and ensuring you’re comfortable before making his way back to the elevators.
you stir in katsuki’s hold, eyes peeking open and seeing your boyfriend.
“hey kats.” you mumble, stretching.
“like 10:30.” he says, trying not to sound annoyed.
“what? did i miss our movie date?” you ask sounding sad.
all his anger fades away at your words.
“yeah, you did baby. it’s okay.” he soothes.
“it’s not okay kats!” you whine, eyes fighting to stay open.
“we can still watch what you planned out. we have to!” you say frowning, nuzzling your face in his chest.
“it’s late sweets. a sleeping date is just as good.”
the two of you argue back and fourth during the elevator ride and the walk back to his dorm.
“i want to watch the movie kats.” you frown, trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes.
“shh, i know.” he says, laying you down in his bed and kissing your forehead.
he goes to brush his teeth and when he comes back to the room he sees you sitting up in his beds, covers tossed aside and a determined look taking over your sleepy features.
you pat the spot next to you and he sits.
you press the power button on the remote and see the movie he was gonna put on for you.
you feel his arms snake around your stomach and try to pull you to his chest. you wriggle out of his arms because you know you’ll be out like a light if you’re in his arms.
he laughs, knowing your tactic.
“thought you weren’t tired.” he teases.
you whip your head to look at him.
“i’m not.” you defend. he laughs, shaking his head.
“let me hold you then. you shouldn’t fall asleep… unless you’re tired.” he says, arms grabbing at you again.
“fine.” you huff, cuddling into him.
his hands brush the hair that falls over your forehead back, kissing your exposed head, then allowing your hair to fall back into place. he continues repeating this pattern and you look up at him through your eyelashes.
“you overdid it during training today, hm?” he murmurs with his lips against your head.
“i’m not tired.” you repeat.
he laughs, brushing your hair back again.
“yeah yeah. i know. doesn’t mean you didn’t go too hard today.” he whispers.
the repetitive movement of his hand moving through your hair made your eyes droop and you inched closer to his chest so he wouldn’t notice.
“hey.” he whispers, placing a few pecks along the side of your face.
“hm?” you mumble sleepily.
“you might not be tired, but i fuckin am.” he lies.
“how about we turn the movie off and get some sleep, okay?”
you look up at him and he shoves his face in your neck, practically tackling you and wrapping his arms around you.
“turn off the damn tv.” he grumbles, now feeling seriously tired.
you reach around him, grabbing the remote and switching the tv off.
you press a soft kiss to his face before laying your head on the pillow and yawning.
“hey katsuki?” you whisper.
you smile at his sleepiness, pressing open mouth kisses down the side of his face.
“i might’ve lied when i said i wasn’t tired.” you say as quietly as you possibly can.
he peeks one eye open at you.
