The room is quiet—except for the loud, rumbling snores right in your ear.

You groan, eyes barely open as you glare at the culprit. Bakugo is wrapped around you like a human furnace, arms locked around your waist, his leg thrown over yours, effectively trapping you.

It’s not the first time this has happened. Ever since you got married, you learned that your hotheaded husband was a clingy sleeper. But tonight, the snoring? It’s worse than usual.

You shift slightly, trying to free yourself, but his grip tightens like a damn vice.

“Bakugo,” you whisper, nudging his arm. Nothing. Just another obnoxiously loud snore.

You sigh, rolling your eyes. It’s almost funny, really. The same Bakugo who had furiously confessed to you back in high school—red-faced, cursing under his breath—is now holding onto you like you’ll disappear.

With another wiggle trying to find a comfortable position to sleep, only you just can’t cause his gripped is tighter around you.