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𝐇𝐔𝐆 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑. ✷

𝖨𝖭𝖴𝖬𝖠𝖪𝖨 𝖳𝖮𝖦𝖤 𝖷 𝖦𝖤𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖱 𝖭𝖤𝖴𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖫 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗧𝗪𝗢 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗕𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗢𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘

You woke up in a cold sweat, mind hazy and drenched in adrenaline. You gulped the cool night air down greedily. Heart thumping, you stayed where you sat, bolt up in your bed. Any attempts to calm down were futile, still reeling from the nightmare.

The contents of the dream weren't important, the details of it already beginning to fade away. No, it was the feelings it left in you. The absolute fear and hopelessness, desperate to save whoever had been lost. Terrified of being left alone.

You dismissed it as left over stress from the other first being away on a mission but that did nothing to soothe your nerves. That meant you couldn't slip into any of their rooms, like you normally did on nights like this. You hadn't thought you could feel any worse, and now you did, shivering alone.

Before you could catch your bearings you were on your feet, slipping quietly out into the hallway. You froze as you made contact with the cold hardwood floor. Everyone else was bound to be asleep by now, where were you even planning on going?

The tremors raking through your body were only worsening, the long shadows and eerily silent hallway fanning the fear. Then, you saw it. Further down the hall, someone's light was one. Feet moving before your mind, you were in front of the door before you even knew it. You raised a shaky fist to knock and hesitated.

But before you could, the door opened.

There stood one of the 2nd years, watching you with worry. Inumaki Toge, with his soft white hair spiking in various directions, clearly been to bed.

Unironically, you'd never spoken with the man, definitely the person you knew the least out of your upperclassman. However, depsite his quiet and calm disposition he seemed to radiate a caring energy. There'd been times you'd glimpsed a more playful side when hanging out with the others and he'd grown to have a soft spot in your heart.

He spoke gently, instantly soothing. There was a slight rasp from sleep, making your stomach flip. 'Mustard leaf?' Are you okay?

You hadn't realised you hadn't said anything. 'Sorry I...' Nor had you planned what to say.

He silently raised an eyebrow, encouraging you to go on.

You nervously cleared your throat, still uneasy. 'It's nothing really. Had a nightmare and was trying to clear my head and saw you had your light on, I don't even know why i was going to knock-'

You turned away to leave when he grabbed your wrist. Unknow to you, the jitters raking through you could be felt through the grip. His hand tightened, no way he was leaving you alone now.

His expression furrowed, trying to convey how he felt.

'Sujiko.' Look here.

'No, I couldn't.' The embarrassment of being seen by your upperclassman like this had hit and you flushed deeply along your neck. Not only that, but your favourite one too. You fell into a deep bow. 'I-I apologise for waking you, sleep well Inumaki-senpei.'

You looked up only to meet his beautiful violet. eyes, shining with concern. He shook his head furiously, your heart summersalting at the cuteness.

He gestured over his shoulder, towards his room. 'Tuna Mayo.' Talk.

You had no choice but to follow the pull on your arm.

His room was pristine yet interesting, little trinkets here and there representing his personality. A poster of a manga you liked, a key chain you'd gifted him on his birthday, an adorable onigiri plushie. Each detail had you falling more and more for him.

Inumaki sat down on his bed, back gravitating against the wall. He patted next to him, inviting you to sit. Swallowing your nerves you mimicked his position, crossing your legs.

Out of nowhere he pulled his phone out. Inumaki opened his notes app and typed away. With a self assuring nod, he held the screen up high for you to read.

Why are you upset?

'I told you, its nothing!' You tried to deflect. One look at his deadpan face and it was clear he didn't buy it. Not for a second. 'It's embarrassing. I had one of my usual nightmares and was scared to go to sleep. I can't even fix it like I usually do. I'm really sorry to have disturbed you, I dunno what I was thinking. Now, I realise we're not on that level but you're the only one here so I-'

Suddenly you were interrupted by the bright phone shoved in your face. The rambling died in your throat.

What usually helps?

If you'd been embarrassed before, it was nothing compared to how you blushed in response. You replied quietly, afraid to reveal it out loud. 'Normally I... cuddle with one of the others. But they're all away, which I'm pretty sure is making the dreams worse, but fuck I feel so lost.'

Inumaki muttered back what must've been curse from tone, agreeing with your pain.

Wordlessly, he pulled you into his side. He gently pressed your head to rest on his shoulder, wrapping an arm around your back. You instantly melted into him.

You gradually began to whisper about the dream, attempting to get it off your chest. You detailed the feelings it had left you to wake up with, the remorse and guilt of those around you dying weighing heavy. Inumaki soothingly placed a hand on your head, rubbing up and down in an attempt to comfort you, occasionally playing with the strands.

He listened intently as you poured your heart out, murming a 'salmon' in all the right places. By the time you were finished you were thoroughly exhausted, but already feeling at ease again. You cleared your throat, not wanting to spook away his gentle hand on your head.

'Thank you Inumaki-senpai, I don't know what I'd have done without you.'

He picked up his phone with his free hand, holding it in front of your lap as he typed.

Why so formal?

'Ah, I didn't even realise.' You flushed. The habit of calling the other upperclassman by their last names had long worn off, as you naturally became friends. But with Inumaki, you still couldn't bring yourself to change.

You don't for the others :(

You giggled, the tiny sad face pulling at your heartstrings. He was clearly messing with you but you felt you owed an explanation.

'I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable or anything Senpei. It's just... I respect you so much, you know? You're so cool and nice and intimadating, always so put together and fun to be around without even needing words. I dunno I guess, it wouldn't be right when I look up to you so much. Inumaki...' Blush dusted your cheeks as you held back the honorific, not to mention the confession of sorts.

He shook his head.

'Huh?'

Not Inumaki.

'Oh. Uh... wow, you sure?'

He nodded much too quickly.

'Toge-senpei.' You tasted how it felt in your mouth. He watched you expectantly, waiting.

'Toge-kun.' Not quite right.

'Toge.' Ah. In the blink of an eye, Inumaki had pulled his scarf up to try hide as much of his face as possible. Steam was practically coming of his ears, pinker than you'd ever seen. You positively melted at the sight.

'Thank you for your time then, Toge.' The clock caught your attention in the corner of your eye. "Speaking of the time, I should really leave you to rest. Thanks again Senpei, I owe you one.'

You continued with a soft smile. 'I feel so much better already. Dunno how I'll ever repay you Toge.'

It took everything in you to reluctantly pull away. You'd stood to leave when you heard him tut from where he sat on the bed.

'Sujiko.' Look here.

He was tapping the top of his cheek, the sliver exposed above his scarf. His eyes were watching you expectantly.

You coloured every possible shade of red.

'Eh??'

He tapped again, heavier now, with a determined crease to his brows. How you could be so emotive with so little, you didn't know.

Heart in your throat, you moved forward.

Pausing in front of him you took a moment to slow your breathing, to quiten the beating in your chest.

You leaned in, softly pressing your lips against his skin. He looked and smelled heavenly from this close. He was like some kind of angel. Both of you stopped breathing while you held there, then barely lifted away. You could feel your hot breath reflecting against his face.

He simply stared at you, a dumbstruck look on his face. Had he not expected you to actually do it? Heat travelled to your face.

You laughed breathlessly, slowly reaching your hand out towards his empty one. Instantly, he met with his palm, wasting no time to linking fingers.

You lost yourself in his eyes as he pulled down the scarf, revealing his marks and pretty little mouth. God, he was stunning. What caught you even more off guard were the two words he muttered next.

'Stay. Kiss.'