𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚. [𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮]

[8]

A t s u m u

     "Awe, is my baby bee blushing?" The black haired male before me whispers, leaning down so his face is directly in front of mine. What the fuck happened to my Omi..

     I turn my face around quickly and place my hands over my red as a tomato, face. "It's your fault for being so damn sexy! I-" My eyes widen at the sudden realization of what I just said, and slap the palm of my hand on my mouth while glancing up at a smirking Omi.

     He chuckles deeply and kneels down in front of me, placing his strong veiny hands on my bare thighs. I look into his black eyes as he smiles. He then tilts his head to the side with a sly smirk. "What was that?" 

     Ahhhh why is it like he got some new update or something! This is too much for me to handle... so.. hot..

     "N-Nothing Omi!" I squeak as his hand rides up my thigh. If he gets any closer, I'm doomed. My prayers are answered when he leans forward and pecks me on the lips before standing up and walking into the hallway and walking into one of the rooms that's usually locked.

     Ugh, sexy, sweaty, broad shouldered, 6-pack, Kiyoomi Sakusa, is hot as hell. How did I end up with a man like him? Germaphobe during the day, sexy and hot during the night? Whaaaaat has my life come to!

     Standing up, I stretch and yawn before walking into the bathroom. I stare at my reflection.

     Messy blonde hair, red face, beaming brown eyes. Oversized t-shirt and short shorts. Unfortunately with how large my shirt is, it's reaches lower than my shorts. Which makes it look like I'm wearing nothing underneath. 

     Oh boy, imagine a poor innocent person thinking the wrong things just by looking. What a shame it'd be.

     I strip, toss my clothes into the laundry hamper, and step into the shower, closing the curtains. Turning the shower on, the warm water trickles down my body, slowly damping my hair. I toss my head back and relax, the soothing feeling of the water, enveloping me to a warm feeling. 

     Why am I suddenly feeling like everything was always like this? Happy, stress-free, calming. I fucking passed out in my car a few days ago, and Omi finally realized what he was doing wrong. Dammit. Why is everything so complicated in my mind? 

     It can't be helped though. Maybe it's the medication making me feel this way? Hm, it's too soon to tell. Hinata told me that it doesn't automatically start working. You have to wait a bit for it to fully take effect. 

     That little tangerine has an anxiety disorder, followed by PTSD. I wonder if I have PTSD, considering that I have dreams and minor flashbacks of that night.

     At least I have Omi to help me and be there for me, now. I don't feel hopeless anymore. I feel like I can do whatever I set my mind to. Huh.. I'm still confused as to why I'm thinking mostly positively. 

     I groan from the frustration and begin washing every inch of my body twice. Then moving on to washing my hair two times. After finishing, I turn off the water and dry off, wrapping a towel around my waist after realizing I didn't bring any spare clothes. 

     I open the door and peek my head out to make sure Omi isn't looking. When the coast is clear I make a dash for it to the dresser.

     Rummaging through the black dresser, I grab some black jeans, a white t-shirt, and a yellow jacket. I quickly make my way back to the bathroom and start putting on the clothes. 

     "You know, I saw you make a break for it when you thought I wasn't around." A deep voice speaks from my right as I exit the bathroom, causing me to freeze and gulp.

     I turn my head and see Omi standing in the middle of the hallway with a smile on his face. His once sweaty body now dried and hidden by a blue t-shirt that hugs his torso. Showing every inch of muscle.

     "I- no comment." I mumble, walking towards the bed and sitting on the edge of it. The black haired male joins me, sitting beside me and swinging his arm around my shoulder. He places a kiss on my temple, making me smile.

     "So what do you want to do today?" He asks as he runs his hand through my damp hair.

     "I kinda wanna go see my brother. He hasn't contacted me ever since the hospital." My voice cracks a little bit. Omi nods, yawning a little. Did he not get enough sleep or something? 

     "Sure, we can do that. But I should probably avoid him or else he's going to kill me for even looking at you." He chuckles lightly.

     I smile and look up at him, placing my hand on his chest and pushing him down on the bed. He tenses but soon relaxes once I lay on top of him with my head on his chest. "Nah, I won't let him kill you. I plan on taking your last name some day." I state sweetly, digging my nose into his shirt, taking in his scent.

     "Oh really now?" He asks as he runs his hands through my hair. I prop my chin up on his chest and look at him with innocent eyes. "Mhm. There's no one in the world I'd rather marry, than you. You mean everything and I don't want to lose the one person that makes me feel this way."

     "What way?"

     I smile at him and prop myself up with my forearms on either side of his body. Leaning down and closing my eyes, our lips connect and start moving in sync. He cups my face and pulls me down closer, putting more fervor into the kiss. 

     Omi makes me so happy, so incredibly happy. 

     I pull away and smile softly down at him. "Now you know what way." I rest my head on his chest and let the sound of his heart beat envelope me.

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A/N: Uhm.. so.... cute.. I might die..

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