A Foreign Life (Tsukishima x y/n)

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

                                                    (Tsukishima's POV)

Y/n's head was in my lap, and I thought that maybe I was in heaven. I didn't usually get attached to people like this, especially this fast, but I couldn't help it. She was amazing. Sure she was a horrible liar and was keeping some kind of secret, but she would tell me eventually.

I played with her silky soft hair, and I couldn't help but notice that it smelled like strawberries. She was breathing heavily, and I could tell she was fast asleep. That was good. I had been noticing lately that she looked tired and there were bags under her eyes.

I couldn't get the image of her standing in my hoodie, laughing, out of my head. Even the dinosaurs on the screen couldn't distract me. She looked so good in my hoodie. And that laugh... damn.

I half-watched the movie and half-thought about her, and when the movie was over I sat still for a few minutes. I didn't want to wake her up. She was comfortable. I was comfortable. But I had to.

I shook her shoulder. "Y/n, wake up. The movie's over. You've got to get up." She groaned, putting her arm up and over my lap. She didn't say anything. "C'mon y/n."

"No mom, I don't want to go to school," She mumbled, face smooshed in my lap. I snorted.

"You've got to get up. You've got to go home."

She shrunk into me more, probably half-conscious now. "No, I don't want to. He's there. He's scary."

Who? The kid I had met a few weeks ago?

Well obviously she wasn't going to get up, so I thought about what to do. Did I carry her home or... No, I didn't want to encounter that college kid. I decided she was just going to have to spend the night here.

I slowly moved her off my lap, and she made a sound of disapproval. I don't think she was truly awake, and even in her sleep she was fighting against me. I smiled. She was such a beautiful idiot.

I stood up, wrapped her in the blanket, and then picked her up, carrying her princess style. It felt so good to hold her like this. I walked to my room, opening the door and walking in, shutting it behind us with my foot.

I walked over to my bed and shifted her weight, managing to throw the bed covers back. I set her down in my bed, taking the blanket from her grasp. I put the covers over her and then took off my shirt, knowing I wouldn't be able to sleep if it was still on. Then I took my glasses off and laid down next to her and put the blanket we had cuddled under during the movies over me.

I tried to lay on my back, but there wasn't enough room on the bed so I was forced to spoon her, my arm slung around her, her back pressed into the front of my body. I heard her sigh; I felt her relax. I smiled into her hair. She smelled amazing. I was sad that I couldn't be more upfront with her. She went out with Noya sometimes so I felt like I couldn't be upfront about how I felt. I wanted to tell her that she was beautiful and amazing and smart and funny and she smelled great and felt so good cuddled with me and...

I fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning, the sun shining into my eyes. I squinted, moving my head just a bit. It took me a second to figure out what was going on, but then I realized that I was cuddled with someone and it all came back to me.

Somehow the covers had fallen off the bed, and I was cuddled skin to skin with y/n. My bare arms were wrapped around her, and her fingers were intertwined with mine. Our legs were tangled together, and the blanket from last night was over us. I could feel my hoodie on her, and her legs were tightly snaked with mine.

I thought about trying to wake her up, but opted not too. I just relaxed, enjoying this moment. Her steady breathing was strangely relaxing, and I fell into half-consciousness. Her cold hand was still holding onto my warm one. I sighed happily. This was bliss. 

a/n: f l u f f :)