#let them star gaze and chance a meteor shower on the last day in august...

[spatzenn]

“It’s Sirius,” a familiar voice announces, the brightest star in their skies and perhaps all others.

It’s alien. Levi, emerging from out the rusted door – squeaky, its neglect pealing in the night – can attest to that. He’s left these walls several times, has fled the Underground for months, but these twinkling little vessels in the sea of the dark… He still finds them, he confesses, a little bit odd.

“Four-eyes said it’s the brightest thing you’re going to find out here — once you quit mooning over it,” Levi harmlessly barbs. He walks forward, dark hair rippling with breeze, and settles down beside Isabel. She too, doe-eyes filled with unstemmed wonder, beams utterly bright with their galaxy glow. “It’s almost one.” Shouldn’t you be asleep?

But the Perseid meteor shower! It has to be tonight, right?

@ausdauer.

#ausdauer #let them star gaze and chance a meteor shower on the last day in august... #The last possible day. Fill them with... Wonder and surprise!! #i also dk if they can see the perseid meteor shower where they are but EYE wrote this starter so i said they can

[sciencespies]

How to spot the 2022 Perseid meteor shower that will peak on Saturday

https://sciencespies.com/space/how-to-spot-the-2022-perseid-meteor-shower-that-will-peak-on-saturday/

How to spot the 2022 Perseid meteor shower that will peak on Saturday

The Perseid meteor shower will peak this year in the early hours of 13 August. A full moon will make it trickier to see than usual but it is still worth a try – here’s how

Space 9 August 2022

By Abigail Beall

The Perseid meteor shower can be seen around the world

Berkin Tuncar / Alamy

The Perseid meteor shower is one of the best meteor showers to spot from anywhere in the world. This year, it will be trickier to see than usual thanks to a bright moon in the night sky, but you still have a good chance of seeing shooting stars during the shower’s peak, in the early hours of 13 August, and in the days before.

What is the Perseid meteor shower?

Meteor showers are caused by clouds of debris left in the wake of comets, which Earth passes through on its path around the sun. The tiny grains of dust or rock enter the atmosphere at such high speeds that the friction caused by the air makes them burn up, causing a flash that moves across the sky.

The Perseids is caused by Comet Swift-Tuttle, which takes 133 years to orbit the sun. The comet was last visible with the help of binoculars in 1992 and won’t be seen again until 2125. But in the meantime, we can enjoy the display it left behind.

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Why is it called the Perseid meteor shower?

Each meteor shower is named after the point in the sky where the meteors appear to start from, or radiate. In the case of the Perseids, it is the constellation Perseus. The Perseids is visible from all over the world, but the best displays tend to be in the northern hemisphere, where Perseus can be seen. The constellation sits in the middle of a triangle formed by the W or M-shaped (depending on where you are) constellation of Cassiopeia, the Pleiades star cluster and the bright star Canopus in the constellation Carina. If you can see any of these, you are looking in the right part of the sky.

Where should you look for the Perseids?

Don’t worry too much about finding Perseus, just let your eyes adjust and look out for meteors, which will shoot across the sky in all directions. They will appear and disappear within seconds, moving rapidly across the sky. If you are lucky, you might even see some fireballs – big and brilliant meteors that appear as bright as Venus.

What’s the best time to look for the Perseids?

The shower will peak on 13 August, but in the days around then there’s also a good chance of seeing the shooting stars. Check any weather app for cloud coverage and try looking on any clear night this week. It is generally better to look before the peak rather than after. The best time to look is just after midnight, wherever you are in the world.

How can you increase your chances of seeing the meteor shower?

You don’t have to venture into the middle of nowhere to see meteors but a dark sky will help, so try to reduce the light pollution around you. If you can, go to the middle of a park or away from street lights. If you are viewing at home, turn off all your lights and try to find a view with few obstructions from trees, buildings and other objects.

What effect will Friday’s full moon have?

Moonlight can obscure views of meteor showers. The Perseids can peak at a rate of 100 meteors visible per hour, but with a full moon occuring on 12 August, it will likely be a lot fewer than this.

Read more about space and star-gazing from New Scientist’s in-house astronomer, Abigail Beall.

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[rockingrobin69]

A First

“I’ve never actually, erm. Not – not like this. Not on purpose.”

Harry shifted his gaze until it fell upon the face next to his, pale features impossibly paler in the moonlight. He didn’t look real – couldn’t look real, bright as he was, shimmering almost. It was hard to focus on anything else. Harry found concentration was often a problem for him, lately. Especially when Malfoy was close.

“You hadn’t? Not ever?”

“No. Well, I mean, I’d seen it before. From my bedroom window, at Hogwarts, I don’t know. But I never went looking for it.”

Harry’s chuckle felt warm in his mouth. “For someone named after a constellation, I thought you’d be all into that kind of thing.”

“I know my star map well enough, you cretin. It’s just that I never went gallivanting around the countryside for the chance of seeing a few shooting stars, that’s all.”

“You mean a meteor shower.”

“I mean, shut up.”

Harry relaxed on the blanket they transfigured, finding it surprisingly easy. They’d been driving through northern Scotland for a couple of days now, and he thought the sky would never clear up. Somewhere around Elgin the clouds finally gave, and now – hiding from the campsite behind a hill, they had the perfect view. The sea made rhythmic, calming sounds, the sand was soft underneath them, and Malfoy was so delighted with seeing a seal a few hours ago he actually kissed Harry. This road trip was quickly turning into the best idea ever.

“There was this meteor shower when we camped on a cliff once. During the war. I always told myself…” Harry let the rest tumble out as a sigh and released it to the wind. It was cold for August. He pressed closer to Malfoy, finally having a good excuse. “So when Hermione mentioned it I just thought. Not to fix the past, you know? Just – to do something I wanted. Finally.”

“With me,” Malfoy said, a touch of incredulity in his voice. Harry felt the shudder through his chest when he reached out a hand, lacing their fingers together.

“With you.”

There was a tiny, secretive smile on Malfoy’s face. “I thought the objective was to look at the stars.”

He was right. The night sky was stunning – ethereal, breathtaking, unbelievable almost in its splendor. Harry wanted to look at it, but he couldn’t unstick his eyes from Malfoy no matter how much he tried. “Soon.”

“Do you make a wish? When you see a shooting star?” A flush crossed Malfoy’s cheeks and made him look adorable enough to eat, but for once Harry didn’t find it exasperating. He felt oddly sated. It was so freeing, being out here, all this quiet around them. Peaceful.

“I do. Always the same one, actually, since I was very young.”

“Yes? What is it?”

The pause wasn’t hesitation; Harry was just having a hard time not taking himself a couple of inches further until there was nothing between them anymore. “I, er. What was the question?”

“Your wish.” Malfoy sucked on his lower lip, and Harry was only human. He shook his head a couple of times, but it didn’t help at all. “Potter?”

“Yeah?”

“What did you wish for?”

Malfoy was soft, and open, and right there, and Harry was giddy with it all. When he finally spoke it came out more honest than he intended. “I always wished to get to see another one.”

“Oh, Harry,” Malfoy whispered. His hand squeezed Harry’s, and his eyes were so wide. One heartbeat followed the next in silence, and Harry knew exactly what he wanted, but not if he could manage it. What was the purpose of this trip? Another heartbeat made the decision for him. Harry gave into instinct, and now that was the best idea ever.

However many hours later he finally untangled himself from Malfoy, covered in sand and grinning from ear to ear. They both lay back down on the blanket, Malfoy’s head resting on Harry’s chest, and everything was perfectly all right. Or just perfect. They kept silent, and Harry would have been happy just staying there forever, no need for anything more, not even –

“There! did you see?”

Harry did. A big burst of light, slower than the last few, bright across the sky. He closed his eyes and made a wish.

“Let me guess. You wished to see another one,” Malfoy turned to nuzzle his neck. Harry nodded, because he couldn’t put into words what went through him right now, but it was a bit of a lie. For the first time ever, he wished for something slightly different.

This fic is humbly and lovingly dedicated to @malfoypeacocks - you always make me laugh with your brilliant, brilliant tags for every reblog! Seeing all the amazing art on Tumblr is fun, but seeing it with your tags is even better. You said you want your boys to be happy. Hope this’ll do.

#drarry #fic #fluff #like really fluffy #I'd be excited if I saw a seal #tbh though I get excited very easily #Draco Malfoy #Harry Potter #RockingRobin69

[refinedbuffoonery]

Quarantine Moments (5)

This is my two favorite things in one: space stuff and making these pining idiots feel things, so it ended up being way longer than I intended. Oops. Enjoy some meteor shower shenanigans. :) 

*****

It’ll be fun, they promise. 

We don’t need a tent, they say.  We’ll sleep in the bed of the truck, they say. We’ll all fit, they say. 

It’ll be fun, they promise again. 

Riley knows better than to take “It’ll be fun” at face value. Especially when it comes out of Mac’s mouth. 

Five months into quarantine, when Riley’s favorite space nerds ask if she wants to drive out to the desert to watch a meteor shower, she agrees immediately. It’s a quick out and back trip. The plan is to have an early dinner, drive out to the desert for the night, and leave early in the morning before the August sun cooks them alive. Riley balks at their plan to sleep in the truck instead of a tent—sleeping in a truck bed always hurts, no matter how many blankets and pillows there are—but the boys’ excitement is infectious, and Riley can’t bring herself to say no. 

They argue about where in the desert to go. Mac wants to drive all the way to Death Valley, but Riley and Bozer shoot it down immediately. A four hour car ride is too far for an overnight trip. Then Bozer suggests Joshua Tree, but Mac claims it’s too popular. (Like there will be flocks of tourists there during a pandemic, but whatever.) So Riley forces them to compromise on Anza Borrego. It’s farther than J Tree, but not nearly as far as Death Valley, and they can pick up breakfast burritos in San Diego on their way home. 

Mac and Bozer never object to breakfast burritos. 

The boys do all the planning and preparation, so when Mac tosses Riley the keys to the truck, she’s almost surprised. “You’re driving,” he says. “Bozer’s in the back.” 

“Man, why am I always in the back?” Bozer complains. 

“Because Riley is a better driver than you.” Content to let them bicker, Riley smirks and starts the engine. 

“No,” Bozer corrects from the middle seat, “Riley is a faster driver. Not better.” 

At the same time, Riley and Mac both say, “Same thing.” 

“Unbelievable.” 

The drive goes much faster with Riley behind the wheel, although she refrains from rubbing it in. The sky shifts from lavender to deep blue to inky black as they drive away from the setting sun. 

It always amazes Riley that they can be so close to SoCal’s endless suburban sprawl, and yet be in the absolute middle of nowhere.

The moon is barely more than a sliver in the sky, and when they drop down into the desert, the vast darkness swallows the headlight beams. Riley rolls her window down, feeling the dry, balmy air caress her cheeks and neck. 

She figured someone else would have the same idea as them, but there isn’t another human soul as far as Riley can see. Even farther, most likely. 

When Riley gets out of the truck, the first thing she does is look up. The sky isn’t black at all, but rather a deep indigo alight with more stars than she could count in a thousand lifetimes. The Milky Way arcs overhead, and Riley’s eyes track it from one end of the horizon to another. It makes her feel small. 

It’s comforting, Riley thinks, to be reminded of her insignificance in the grand scheme of the universe, a welcome break from the constant world-ending consequences of her daily life. 

The trio get to work making their bed for the night. Mac’s two-person camping mattress goes down first, then the pillows and blankets. They didn’t even bother to bring sleeping bags since the nighttime temperature would only dip into the mid-seventies. 

Riley finds a tumbleweed near the front of the truck to pee behind before joining Mac and Bozer in the back. They’re lying on opposite sides of the truck bed, leaving as much space as possible for her in the middle. Realizing how close she’ll be to Mac, Riley takes a deep, steadying breath, grateful that it’s too dark for the boys to see her face. She should’ve begged Bozer to take the middle when she had the chance. 

Cursing herself for wearing booty shorts and a tank top, Riley tries not to notice how her bare skin brushes Mac’s as she squeezes into her spot. She blushes anyway. There is definitely not room for three people. They should’ve just brought the damn tent. 

She misses the days when she could be in Mac’s personal space without every nerve in her body being acutely aware of how close he is. Everything was so much easier then. 

Covering herself in one of the thinner blankets—more for comfort and security than anything else—Riley sinks into the pillows and looks up. She knows the Perseids originate from the constellation Perseus, but there are so many stars that she gets lost trying to orient herself in the sky. As she opens her mouth to ask for help, a bright silver light zips across the horizon, gone in less than a second. 

“Did you see that?” Bozer squeals. 

Riley laughs softly. “Yeah, but I have no idea where it came from, or where I should be looking.” 

It’s Bozer’s turn to laugh. “For starters, don’t look straight up. Look near the horizon.” He points toward a random spot in the distance, his hand a dark shadow covering the glittering sea beyond. “As Perseus gets higher in the sky during the night, the meteors will appear to come from higher up too.” 

Riley nods before realizing he’s not paying attention. “Thanks.” 

As she studies the heavens, the sense of ease settles over her once again. Riley feels her body start to let go of the stress she’s been holding onto for months—the awkwardness of living with Mac, the endless pile of work stuff she has no motivation to do, worrying about her mom and Bozer’s parents, waking up every morning to increasingly batshit news headlines. Out here, she can escape, if only for a few hours. 

Riley catches three meteors in quick succession, each darting across the sky in a completely different direction. Mac hasn’t said a word since they laid down, so when Bozer gets up to pee, Riley nudges him with her knee and says, “You’ve been quiet.” 

Mac doesn’t look at her as he speaks, his gaze locked on something straight overhead. “Ancient Chinese astronomers believed Vega and Altair were lovers, forever kept apart by the Milky Way.” He points. “Vega is one of the brightest stars in the sky. It’s in the constellation Lyra. And over there is Altair, which is part of Aquila, the eagle.” 

Riley hesitates, trying to separate fact from innuendo. A pit forms in her stomach as she understands why he’s drawn to these stars in particular. 

Mac must mistake her silence for being unable to find the stars, because suddenly his arms are around her and he’s pulling her toward him so her head rests on his shoulder. 

His touch feels like stars dancing on her skin. 

Mac’s bicep grazes her cheek as he points again, and Riley has no trouble following the line of his arm to a particularly bright star nearly straight up. That must be Vega, the bright one. The other blends into the Milky Way too well for Riley to pick it out. Her voice catches as she half-lies, “I see it.” His arm drops, but instead of letting her go, Mac’s hand rests on her ribcage. 

Riley nearly stops breathing as her heart pounds loud enough that she’s sure Mac can hear it. She doesn’t know what to do. This is uncharted territory, him holding her like this. They’re in each other’s personal space all the time, but they’re never handsy. Riley has never been a very touchy person, and she knows Mac isn’t either. 

So this...Riley doesn’t know what to make of this. 

“Show me something else,” she manages. Mac takes a shaky breath beneath her. 

He points in a different direction. “Over there are Sagittarius, which looks like a teapot, and Scorpius, which looks like a hook or the letter ‘J.’” Riley finds the constellations easily. “Between them is the supermassive black hole that exists in the middle of the galaxy. All of the matter in the Milky Way orbits around it.” 

Riley smiles. Mac and his black holes. 

Bozer is taking an awfully long time to pee, and Riley starts to think there might be an ulterior motive to his disappearance. She hollers, “You good, man?” 

“Yeah! Got a little performance anxiety from this creepy bug staring at me.” 

Riley and Mac burst out laughing. Tears sneak out of Riley’s eyes as she holds her stomach, giggling until her lungs ache. Just when she starts to get it together, Riley makes the mistake of looking up at Mac, and they both crack up all over again. 

If Riley could stay in this moment forever, she would. Laughing with Mac feels like stepping into a patch of sunlight on a chilly day. 

Mac is still looking at her when they finally recover. Not in Bozer’s direction, not up at the stars, but at her. Riley bites her lip. She could do it right now. Tell him how she feels. 

But a bigger part of her knows that it’s not the right time, no matter how much she wants it to be, no matter how many small moments give her hope that she’s not alone in her feelings. Relationships with a messy beginning never last. Right now, they’re not meant to be, but Riley lets herself hope that maybe, just maybe, in the future, they will be. 

Until then, she’ll do whatever it takes to protect her heart. Starting with loving him quietly, and never expecting anything other than platonic love in return. Just having him in her life is enough. 

Bozer climbs back into the truck, and Riley moves to extricate herself from Mac. His arm tightens around her at first, but when Riley pulls away again, Mac lets her go. She doesn’t think about what it might mean if she stayed. 

The three of them lay together for hours, just looking up at the stars, until Bozer yawns. Riley can’t help but follow suit. 

“Mac,” Bozer says. “Did you set the alarm?” 

“Yeah. My phone is right here.” Mac pats a pillow above Riley’s head. 

She can’t believe what she’s hearing. “Alarm?” 

Mac explains, “The meteor shower’s peak is between three and four am. So unless you’d rather stay up all night...” He trails off. 

Riley groans. Of course. 

She pulls up a second blanket and rolls onto her side, facing Bozer. Safely tucked between her boys, Riley drifts off almost immediately. 

~

Riley wakes before the alarm goes off, struggling to breathe. It feels like someone’s sitting on her chest. 

When she opens her eyes, Riley realizes it’s two someones. 

She’s lying on her back. Between Mac’s arm thrown over her shoulders and Bozer using her chest as a pillow, their combined weight is uncomfortably heavy. They probably got cold and rolled toward her in their sleep. The thought makes her smile. Riley rolls onto her side to dislodge Bozer and ends up flush against Mac’s chest. His warm breath tickles the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. 

Shit. She should’ve included not torturing herself in her resolution to love him quietly. 

Riley tries to move again, but it’s futile. She’s stuck. As if to further prove her point, Mac’s arm slides down her body and wraps around her waist, pulling Riley closer like she’s his favorite teddy bear. The gesture makes her melt. Bozer reaches out then, sleepily trying to find his missing pillow, and his hand settles on Riley’s forearm. If Jack could see them now, he’d kill Mac and Bozer without a second thought, but Riley likes being wrapped up in her boys, likes feeling warm and wanted and protected. 

She’s still smiling when she falls back asleep. 

~

The alarm blares in her ear, and Riley can’t do anything about it. Her arms are trapped. She groans. “Turn it off.” 

A weight lifts from her side, and then an arm bumps her face as someone mercifully turns the alarm off, followed by a mumbled “Sorry.” Riley isn’t awake enough to recognize the rough, sleepy voice. It sounds nice though, she thinks. She wouldn’t mind hearing it again. 

The weight returns, and the same voice says, “I hit snooze. You have five minutes.” 

It’s Mac, she realizes with a jolt. Bozer would never be so merciful. 

Now she really wants to hear that voice again. 

Mac strokes her shoulder, coaxing Riley into consciousness, and damn him, it works. Her eyes flutter open. It’s still dark out, and Bozer faces them, his head resting beside Riley’s chest, the comma to her and Mac’s quotation marks. 

“Riles, move. I have to pee.” Swallowing her disappointment, Riley uses her feet to push Bozer back to his side, taking back her space. 

“I’m awake,” he slurs. 

Riley feels Mac’s chest rumble as he chuckles. “Sure you are.” He gets up, and Riley immediately mourns the loss of contact. 

He’s back by the time the alarm goes off again, and this time Riley turns it off herself before sitting up to stretch, her joints popping softly. The stars look completely different now. Riley still doesn’t know how to find Perseus, or even what the constellation looks like, but it doesn’t matter. The meteors are more frequent now, nearly two a minute. Most are quick, bright flashes, but a few are slower, gracefully crossing the sky before burning up. 

Someone—Bozer—kicks her in the back. “Riley stop blocking the view.” Rolling her eyes, she lays back down. 

She’s exhausted, and her body hurts, but it’s all worth it when a massive, glowing meteor arcs across the sky in slow motion, lingering for a few seconds before winking out of existence. “Wow,” Riley whispers. 

Mac and Bozer promised her fun, and sure enough, they deliver.

Riley hovers in that sweet spot between sleep and being awake until the sky lightens and the first rays of sunlight stretch across the desert. The air seems to hum, the way it always does in announcement of the scorching summer sun. Riley and the boys pack up in record time, and Mac blasts the air conditioner even though it’s barely six am. 

Leaning into the pile of pillows occupying most of the backseat, Riley orders, “Wake me up when you have my burrito. Goodnight.” 

She dreams of shooting stars and the warm embrace of a certain blonde nerd. 

#beth writes #macgyver #quarantine moments #drabble #angus macgyver #riley davis #wilt bozer #no edits we die like men #macgyver fanfiction

[loopf]

Shooting Stars

Author’s Note: I want to kind of ‘put myself out there’. So, write this fluff, inspired by a writing prompt:

‘One character thinks the other is asleep - which they’re not. So they think it’s safe to speak their feelings out loud’.

Pairing: Bakugo x Reader

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Summers were gorgeous. They were warm. They were comforting, caressing the skin with a silk touch of sunlight. It’s embrace took its time; it had a leisurely announcement - strolling in with the blessing of blue skies, introducing itself with an utterance of birdsong... Chirps, tweets and peeps.

Summer days were gorgeous. But, it was the late evenings of August that wistfully embraced you. It was not necessarily the saturations - the hues of red and orange of a sunset. Not how they hybridised into a fluffy cantaloupe. Not how they highlighted the scarce, effervescent clouds with a fair blush... it was the night that truthfully brought that sensation of Summer.

If not that, then what? The stars.

Falling stars.

It was every August that they would come to visit. Their bodies streaming a signature across the atmosphere, marking their brief existence. They were attached to your memory. You had to share it.

‘Quick, before we miss any!’ You almost squeaked with enthusiasm, buzzing around the lounging area of the Class 1A dorms, hurrying your classmates. Of course, they had agreed to such an event. Who wouldn’t? Who could deny the display of shooting stars? The chance to make a wish.

Yes, you indeed had a wish that had lingered. It had grown and enveloped your thoughts, clinging tightly to the blanket of ‘so-called’ hope.

The hope, that a certain classmate would share the same affections as you had for him...

As the shooting stars had left their incantations into your memory, but so did his fair, blonde hair. His russet-brown eyes...

As you blithely lead your classmates outside, you swung your head around briefly, searching for the view of him. Your eyes didn’t need to scan every individual for his fine, handsome features; you knew his face all too well. And he was there, following behind. Surprisingly. Even the sight of his uneven spikes of hair was enough to release the butterflies into your stomach. They fluttered and drifted violently, even for the split second your eyes gazed upon him. You couldn’t deny the enveloping, overwhelming crush you had for Bakugo.

Maybe your wish would come true? You hoped as much, lifting your head towards the midnight sky as you reached the exit of the Dorms. You almost prayed. Begged. But the rationality that had allowed you to be accepted into the Hero Course of UA vanquished such hopes. Such instincts of rationality and optimism were at battle with one-another, so ‘at war’ over Bakugo. You were confused over him. Overwhelmed by him. Most of the time you had worked with him, conversed with him, he was always an amalgamation of aggression and charm - maybe even friendliness? It flustered you. Teased you. Was he teasing you? Playing the devil - toying with your emotions?

But you liked to dance with the devil.

‘Where should these go?’ Mina inquired, holding quilts. One of only two classmates you had informed about your ‘crush’. She was not surprised. It was clear to most of your classmates that you affections for the brutish student were more than apparent. They were explicit, exposed by even the slight inference of his name.

‘Anywhere that’s dark - oh - and comfy.’ The word ‘comfy’ was a message hidden in your reply. A code only you and Mina were able to understand. A message that said: ‘anywhere near Bakugo.’

She received the message, apparent by the grin on her face and her light jog towards a secluded spot at the corner of a bordering wall.

There was a certain constellation where the Meteors favoured at this time. The location was marked by a cluster of flickering stars - and as you had hoped - were right above your head. Clear. Beautiful. Perfect!

‘And, that’s where we’re supposed to be looking, right!?’ Your eyes were temporarily diverted from the familiar cluster of Stars, towards Midoriya. It was only you and him which shared such an enthusiastic passion for the shooting stars and the sky they briefly inhabited. If only Bakugo had the same passion...

‘Yup, Perseus - right there.’ You pointed out with your index finger, tracing the gleaming incantations in the sky, forming the figure of Perseus.

‘I just hope they’re not as disappointing as last year.’

Once everything had been set up - the cushions, flickering lamps and small, charming little tables holding snacks enjoyed by every student - you made your way towards your spot. Of course, you propped yourself next to Mina, letting out a brief sigh as you allowed yourself to relax upon the cushioned bed of quilts.

‘Hey, Bakugo,’ Kirishima’s distinctive voice rung out, ‘You like Oreos, right? Let’s sit over there.’

You sighed with relief. Kirishima was the second student of Class 1A that knew about your feelings for Bakugo. You had initially pondered whether telling him about your crush. He was Bakugo’s best friend. He was loyal to him. But, he was also the kindest member of the Class. You knew your secret was safest with him.

‘Hey, (Y/N), you don’t mind, do you?’ Kirishima referred to the empty space beside you. His eyes flicked towards the pile of cushions beside you, then briefly towards his best friend beside him. Of course you didn’t mind!

‘No, not at all.’ Ecstatic. You were ecstatic, as Bakugo and Kirishima plopped themselves into the heap of cushions and quilts. Bakugo took his seat beside you - reaching for an Oreo from the lightly blushed bowl. Your face matched it’s pigment.

‘Do you want one?’ His voice was blunt and rough, just like it always was. It contradicted his unusual request of kindness. You felt them butterflies again. And when it took too long for you to reply, you felt the Oreo land onto your lap.

‘You’re welcome.’ He muttered.

‘Thank you,’ Was your only flustered , quivering reply. The gesture between you two was awkward, made apparent by the cringed faces on Mina and Kirishima. You cringed at your own gawkiness, tensingg your shoulders close to your ears in an attempt to close yourself into a tight ball. Damn. You should’ve been as sarcastic as he was.

After a while, it seemed that this gathering of Students wasn’t so much to watch the spectacle of a Meteor shower, but more a socialising event: games, chit-chat and gossip. Everyone seemed to pack together in a close bundle. Everyone was friends. Family. Everyone exchanged their equally interesting and amusing topics of conversation.

‘Did you hear about Class 1B?’

‘Wait, in the toilets? That’s gross!’

So many conversations between different people, within cliques of close allies and partners. It felt homely. Sentimental. A moment in which you wanted to remain in - for time to stop. Especially since you were in the middle of a conversation with Bakugo.

‘Of course I would win!’ He asserted - it was hard to distinguish whether he was shouting or if he was talking in a normal tone. You didn’t mind.

‘You sure?’ You joked, your brow raising challengingly... perhaps flirtatiously.

‘Damn right I’m su-‘ Bakugo’s pause sparked curiosity. You followed where his rusty eyes linger - the sky - at Perseus.

‘ I saw one.’ His voice was breathily - Yup, he was definitely shouting before. But that didn’t matter. What did was the astonishment, bewilderment expressed in his face. His lips parted lightly and his eyes lax; you almost forgot how to breathe.

‘Hey, you’re missing them.’ A sudden grip of your shoulder jolted you from gazing too long at Bakugo - diverting your vision from him to Mina, who raised her brow suspiciously. Your cheeks begin to feel hot. Hotter than they had previously been.

‘There’s another!’ Kirishima chanted. Quickly, you turned your head towards the inky sky, focussed upon the origin constellation from which the Meteors appeared from.

There, just as you focussed upon the glint of the stars, it appeared. A blazing blue tail, stroking the canvas of the midnight sky with a caressing stroke. You closed your eyes. You wished. Begged. You pleaded to the stars and your hands grabbed the lining of the quilts - or - at least one did. To your right, you found your hand land on something different.

Shit.

You quickly pulled away your hand from Bakugo’s shoulder. It retreated to the back of your neck, hiding within the layers of your hair. However, the normally volatile student didn’t seem to mind - he didn’t smile per se - he simply held his gaze within yours for a few seconds too long - too long for him to be angry about it.

The sight of them russet eyes, burning into your own, was enough to draw your excitement from looking at the Meteors, to his perfect, handsome face.

After that, everyone seemed to drift into a tranquil silence. One-by-one, your classmates seem to fall into a nonchalant slumber, succumbing to the heaviness of their eyes, battling to keep themselves open to view the spectacle of endless trails of shooting stars across the sky. Everyone, except you and Bakugo. But, you were feeling tired. Shattered. Soon, even you knew that it would be too difficult to keep your eyes fixed on the Meteors.

Eventually, the battle ended. The victor was obvious by the heaviness of your eyes fading as they closed. You had fallen into an awkward position; your body had somehow moulding into an ‘impossible’ S - shape. You lay on your left, your head facing in the direction of Bakugo.

You noticed it was quite difficult to comfortably breathe, with your hair covering your face in such a way - an attempt to allure the classmate beside you? Maybe.

The soft fabric of the quilt was tugged effortlessly from your weak grasp, following the movement of Bakugo beside you. He let out an amused ‘huff’.

‘How can you sleep in that position?’ You didn’t answer. You pretended to fallen into a deep slumber, far off into dream land. When Bakugo realised that he wasn’t going to receive a response, he sighed. The pillow your head snuggled upon was disturbed by an added pressure. Your heart seemed to forget how to beat for a second.

‘Damn, your such a weirdo.’ His breath seemed to endear your face, accompanying a hot, red flush across your cheeks.

‘Why do I like you?’

You shot straight up. A reflex. As if you had been stung by a bee. Muscles tensed and the red flusters of your face blistered.

‘Wh-what!?’ You breathed, unable to turn you head; unable to face Bakugo.

‘What!? I didn’t say anything!’ Bakugo’s voice seemed to reach a new level of volume. Enough to rally a collection of groans from various Classmates. However, they didn’t wake. Thankfully.

Bakugo’s hand seem to slam against his mouth, apparently self-conscious of his deplore. Denial. Absolute denial.

You thanked the stars.

‘You like me?’ You questioned, chords strained, containing excitement and ecstasy.

‘No!’

‘But you just sai-‘.

‘You were asleep! You misheard me! Now, go back to sleep.’

Your exchange seemed to accumulate more mumbles of displease from your unconscious Classmates.

‘Idiot.’ Bakugo muttered under his breath. You were unsure whether his insult was to you or to himself.

‘I like you too...’ You muttered under your own breath, finally turning your head in his direction. The sight of his rose-flushes face, uneven hair and wide, rusty eyes coaxed an impulsive chuckle.

‘Damn. I like you too... Idiot.’

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