Sniper mask x reader

Enemies to lovers?

You wake up the next day. Your body aches from the night before.
"Ugh.."
Your eyes slowly flutter open, and you instinctively rub the sleep out of them.
You, still very tired, roll over.
You're met with the sleeping face of your lover.

..Face?..

You quickly drift back to sleep.

You wake back up a few hours later. You slowly open your eyes once again, the warmth that was once next to you was now gone. Once you wake up a bit more, you realise the man had left your side. He left. Of course. I knew this was a bad idea. You sigh, you should be used to this by now. You slowly sit up and get out of bed, somewhat limping into the kitchen.
There's gotta be food in here, right? I'm starving after..
Your mind is filled with flash backs from the night before. You feel goosebumps rise on your arms and neck. But yet, there's a lingering feeling in your chest. Where could he be? I hope he's alright..
You sigh and start looking through the kitchen. You find a can of tuna and settle on that. You slowly slide down the wall, and onto the floor, tuna in hand. But you're suddenly interrupted by the sound of a door creaking open. Someone's here..what if it's a mask!
Panic floods over your body as you rush into the bathroom, locking yourself in.

Fuck! What do I do..I left all my weapons next to the bed. You look around, trying to find ANYTHING you could use to defend yourself, and your eyes land on a deodorant can. You quickly grab it and stand at the door, your handle on the nob.

3..

2..

1..

"Aaaaaaah!"

You swing open the door and throw yourself at the figure, spraying the mist into their eyes and then hitting them in the head with the can.

"Ack!- fuck-"

You take in your surroundings. It was none other then sniper mask. Guilt quickly invaded your mind. "A-ah! I'm so sorry! I Thought you were a mask, and- and I panicked, and I- I- I'm so sorry-"
You're pushed off by the male, swallowing your sorry words as you fall back. You watch him slowly walk into the bathroom before then hearing a tap. He must be washing his eyes..you look around to see the now scattered by clean clothes the masked man promised to clean for you. Your heart skips a beat. Thank god he didn't just leave me..you pick up your shirt and give it a sniff.

Ah?..it..smells like him..you can't help but smile to yourself. He was too sweet for this world. The tap abruptly stops, and your greeted by the suited man.

"..a good morning would of been nice.."
Your smile quickly fades into a frown, and you pick yourself up from the floor.

"I'm so sorry, I really am!"

He gently rubs the spot on his head where you flung the can at. "Oh! H-here, let me get you some ice!-" you race over to the fridge, and pull out a conveniently placed ice pack. This must of not been the first time his one night stand has hit him in the head..you lead him to the bed, wrap a face towel around the ice, and gently place it on his irritated head. And then take a seat next to him.

"Hey uh..thanks for cleaning my clothes..I really appreciate it..and not leaving me.."
You mumble the last part under your breath. It was quite clear to him that you certainly had some attachment issues, but he made sure to kept that in mind.

"Don't worry about it..I did promise I would clean them last night..but then..we got a bit distracted.." you feel your face instantly heat up. This guy really has no chill, huh?
"Haha..yeah..d-don't worry about it. I'm just glad I'll have some clothes that actually fit me again. Though, I will be keeping this shirt."
You smile, feeling like you've just won a war.
"If it means that much to you, then sure. Keep it, I have heaps more anyway." He tried to stay cool, though that did catch him by surprise. You giggle slightly, how did you become so lucky? Well, maybe lucky wasn't the best word, considering the circumstances, but. No matter.

"Are your eyes okay? Do you want anything? Water maybe?"

"Nono..I'm fine..just glad to see that you stayed..I guess.."

"..huh?..why would I leave?-"

"..why wouldn't you.."