"you take the bed, i'll take the couch."
"um, oh yes, 'course," you reply mumbling and looking down, trying not to say anything that you'll regret.
this wasn't meant to be an overnight mission, a few hours tops but things escalated more and more until you both decided to call it quits for the night and rent a room at a hotel until the morning.
you don't know if it's the exhaustion or if it's something else when hanta books one room. you don't speak up to say you wanted two rooms either, but you know it's likely not the exhaustion with you. this is like a dream come true for you.
hanta's nonchalant behaviour normally calms you down and makes you feel at ease but it's not working this time. even his little joking jabs at how dingy the room is and how the villain needs a new wardrobe didn't work. you're pretty sure that one of the reasons he does that is to cheer people up and make them laugh when they're anything but cheery or somethings gone wrong and wants to lift the mood. your head is buzzing, it's quiet but constant, like vibrations, and it won't stop- you're going to share a room for the night.
"is everything okay?" hanta looks at you with worry in his eyes and you try to give him a reassuring smile.
"yep. i'm sure."
hanta is sitting on the couch, his gear on the floor next to him and is looking up at you. he wets his lips and drags his eyes up and down your soft figure. he's nearly able to convince himself that it's platonic and he's concerned about your well-being after a long tiring day. "do you want the shower first?"
you feel the grime underneath your fingernails and the caked dirt over your face. you see the marks left over from hanta's quirk on your arm from when he had to use his quirk to swing you quickly to rescue you and get out of the way from an attack. "s-sure that's sounds grea- good! yep all good!" you trip over your words and hope to sound casual.
hanta smirks, he'll never get over how cute you sound every time you do that. he rests his head in his hand and grins. "are you sure you're okay?"
you quickly nod your head, trying to think of a quick, convincing lie to tell him. "it's just that i'm worried about you sleeping on the sofa!" you rush out. "we've got work in the morning and it doesn't look comfortable in the slightest, you- you might not be able to get a lot of sleep."
his grin gets wider at your words, "well we could always share the bed." hanta says teasingly.
you splutter as your brain stops working, you know he's only teasing but your face feels hot.
hanta watches you as your eyes widen and your mouth opens and closes.
he's so glad that you didn't say anything when he asked for one room.
