A Spy Among Them (ShinsoxBakugoxDabixAizawaxReader and more..)

Ch. 95 Hot Tub?

I jerked back away from him. "Wait. No. That's not what I meant."

His expression hadn't changed. If anything, now he looked even more interested, but also concerned.

"Tamaki." My heart was racing a million miles an hour. "Let me explain."

"Are you shaking?" he asked, his eyes on my hands, one of which was still held by his.

I looked down and saw my fingers trembling. Tamaki grabbed my other hand and moved closer to hold both to steady them.

"You don't understand," I said, my voice shaky as well. "This man...the blood..."

"Hey," he said, trying to get my attention. "Y/n? Stop," Tamaki said as he let go of my hands and put his arms around me. "It's okay."

"It's not," I leaned into him and shook my head. "He's awful. What he can do...what he can do to people. It's awful."

"Is this what you wanted to talk about the other day at my house?"

"Sort of."

"You're still shaking."

"I'm just really cold. Look, I don't know anything about him other than I met him once and it was terrifying. I wasn't trying to hide that from you. I'm sorry. It's not my favorite subject to talk about."

"It's okay," he said. "I get it."

"You do?"

"It can be scary to share things we're afraid of. It makes you feel weak. But once you name the fear, it's out there, and you can deal with it."

"Wow," I said, surprised. "That was deep."

"Or at least that's what my therapist told me."

Both of us smiled slightly.

"Do you... " he started to say slowly. "Do you think you want to come over? We could get in the hot tub."

Hot tub.

My brain shut off.

Like, completely shut off.

"You... You have a hot tub?"

"It's supposedly good for helping muscles recuperate. It helps me relax. Might help you, too."

Was he serious?

He was serious.

"Um, sure? But I need to go back to my dorm to get a swimsuit first."

He helped me up from the stairs, and Tamaki kept my hand in his as we walked back.

"Are you mad that I didn't tell you that I'd met him?"

"No. It doesn't seem like you were doing it for any bad reason. Hey, look at this." He stopped suddenly, pointing to the corner of a doorway.

"Are you pointing at the bugs?"

"Look closer. Come here."

I leaned closer to him to see what he was pointing at.

"The moths?" I asked, still confused.

"Those aren't moths. People always think they're moths, but they're actually the rarest type of butterfly. The sun is too much for them so they only come out at night."

"They're more comfortable with darkness," I said.

"Exactly."

I looked from the butterflies to the boy.