Shouto was sitting in his room. He has to share his room with the boy now. But why he has to?
They have plenty of rooms, didn't they? Then why on Earth would the boy has to sleep with him on his bed?
No, I'll not let him sleep with me. Shouto thought.
He changed himself in a comfortable top and a pajama, and then laid himself down in the king-size bed, which was perfect for two people. But he made sure, Izuku couldn't take his place in the bed.
After it felt like half an hour, he heard the room's door click open, and some sounds of footsteps coming in.
The boy has come to take away my place. Screw him. Shouto muttered in his mind.
He pretends to fall asleep, but could feel the boy was looking at him, then with a sigh he heard the boy walking again.
THUD!!!
Can't he be silent? He wanted to say something, hurtful to him. But decided to zip his tongue.
"Fuck! sorry... " Izuku mumbled and opened his suitcase, which was placed near Shouto's study table.
Shouto turned around so that his back was facing Izuku.
"I fucking don't need to know... " He thought and went in dreamless sleep, not caring about where his newly married husband slept.