it was another night of nothingness. just the stars twinkling brightly across the night sky. the moon was missing in action, but anyone would be lying if they said that they didn't find the stars pretty in their eyes. it was a breathtaking view as the sky above displayed a hue of both black and blue, and in the middle of the night, a certain ash blonde jolted back up to a sitting position before yawning loudly.

damn it. why can't i sleep when i'm literally sleepy!? bakugou asked inside his head and mentally cussed himself. it wasn't unusual for him to be up in the midst of the darkness nowadays, but he really wanted to have a good night sleep to have the perfect amount of energy to start his day right tomorrow, yet he can't seem to accomplish his objective.

with a groan of annoyance escaping his lips, he fished his phone underneath his pillow, checking if ever he received any messages from anyone. he was on the mood for answering them since he had nothing else left to do, but when he opened his messaging app, there was nothing. not even a single message from her. of course, instead of worrying about it, he knew what was up.

"sleep early today, alright?" her voice replayed in his mind as he gently rubbed his cheek, the cheek that was blessed by (y/n)'s heavenly soft lips. despite being seldomly stoic about the way they both exchanged their love and care for each other, he was internally screaming due to the quick peck she gave him a while back. because he was always the one who kissed her first, her action caught him off guard and up until now, he's still crazy about it.

upon thinking about the same scene over and over again, bakugou buried his face deeply on his pillow as a furious blush and a wide grin crept up his features. it was like a dream come true, like as if he was kissed by a goddess that he adores.

"whatever. i'm checking up on her." he gruffly said to himself and sweeped himself to his feet, slipped on a pair of indoor slippers and made his way to her room as he tried extra hard to not make any unnecesarry noises to wake the others up. as a matter of fact, he would wake everyone up for no reason at all, but he only had one goal for tonight. to be with her.

after a few more steps, the spiky-haired male finally reached her door and just by seeing her last name that was indicating that it's her room, his heart leaped many times. he heaved out a deep sigh before she gave her door a knock.

right after his action, all he heard were tumbling noises inside her room, which caused bakugou to sweatdrop, but he immediately regained his composure as soon as he heard the door being unlocked from the other side, and there, the door revealed the (h/c)nette's haggard state. her hair was all over the place and her hands were completely stained with different hues of the color wheel. not to mention her room that was filled with crumpled papers lying on the ground. in short, it was hella messy, yet bakugou paid no attention to it all and gave her a kiss on the forehead instead.

"sorry, doll. i can't sleep." he immediately apologized as he invited himself inside her room, picking up the papers on the floor and throwing them to her trash can before he settled himself on her comfortable bed.

(y/n) shook her head and gave him a smile. "don't worry about it, katsuki. besides, now that you're here, it's the perfect time for you to show what i made!" she exclaimed in excitement as she stared at him with her eyes twinkling.

her cute expression made bakugou giggle and give her soft (h/c) locks a ruffle. "alright. let's see it."

"so, apparently, i made a pocketbook. i thought about making one ever since we made up. it might come in handy in the future, you know?" she asked as she started to rummage on the pile of discarded papers on her desk, her back facing the latter.

"interesting. what's its title?" bakugou asked back in curiosity as he tried to catch a glimpse pf her work, yet to no avail, she was deliberately blocking his line of vision. it'll ruin the surprise, she said, but after a few seconds, she finally turned around to face him, showing him the pocketbook she has in her hands as a smile crept up her face.

"title, you say? well, my good sir, it's nights to remember."