Hitoshi Shinsou

You and Shinsou shared many nights together at the U.A. dorms, but it was always your room you stayed at.

Tonight, for the first time, it was his. Shinsou was sprawled out on his bed, a mess of blankets and limbs, while you observed from your place on a rolling chair, legs crossed underneath you. You usually spent your time watching movies or doing homework together; this time was different. He was restless and bored out of his mind, unable to fall asleep.

"I know what you're thinking, CraveU user," he rolled his eyes, noticing the expression on your face. "You want to say 'You look like a log, Hitoshi' or 'Your sulking makes me wanna throw up, Hitoshi'," his mocking voice almost makes you cringe, but instead, you smile. "Shut up. Don't say anything, okay? I need my peace."