[When Katsuki shifts, Izuku removes the pillow and glances at the other, still confused and sleepy but starting to wake up thanks to the other's yelling earlier. He shifts very slightly, but remains lying on the couch, glancing up at Bakugo. He puts the pillow to the side, his head tilting slightly as he listens.]
Okay. Y-yeah. I was just resting. Just sleeping. I'm fine. Do I have some food on my face or something?
[He reaches to clumsily and groggily wipe at his face where the other had touched him. It's easy enough to assume he might have still had some food there from dinner. He isn't necessarily reading into Bakugo doing that or being so close. He's far too exhausted to overthink right now. He's oblivious to the other's feelings, not having had much chance to catch up too much since he returned to the dorms. Izuku might not have necessarily even considered his own feelings beyond their friendship. That the other was important to him.]
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Okay. Y-yeah. I was just resting. Just sleeping. I'm fine. Do I have some food on my face or something?
[He reaches to clumsily and groggily wipe at his face where the other had touched him. It's easy enough to assume he might have still had some food there from dinner. He isn't necessarily reading into Bakugo doing that or being so close. He's far too exhausted to overthink right now. He's oblivious to the other's feelings, not having had much chance to catch up too much since he returned to the dorms. Izuku might not have necessarily even considered his own feelings beyond their friendship. That the other was important to him.]