strangled

²¹forelsket and torment

Natsuo woke up before you.

And, when he did, he experienced the most happiness he's ever felt.

The sunlight coming through the window gives your skin a soft shiny glow, your hair a mess against the pillow. If he could take a mental picture in this moment and have this image engraved into his memory he would. You look so at peace while in a deep sleep. Like a true, breathtaking goddess.

Is this... really what Shouto gets to see every morning when he wakes up?

As he tries to, reluctantly, scoot away from your body to stretch his own out fully, your injured arm weakly attempts to keep its hold on him. A small pleading noise comes from your mouth.

Almost instantly, he stops caring about his aching muscles and cuddles you once again.

The two bodies cling to each other in an intimate way, relishing in each others warmth under the covers. His arms wrapped tight around your waist. His fingertips lightly trailing up and down the curve in your back. You face is against his chest so he can feel when you begin to drool on him. Instead of getting annoyed, however, he smiles and quietly releases a chuckle. Having you so close makes him feel softer, and he is not ashamed to show it.

His soft pinkish lips press against your forehead for a prolonged second. Once he pulls away, he rests his chin on top of your head.

"I don't want this to ever end." He whispers against your hair.

However, Natsuo's wish goes unrecognized.

The next second a loud knocking comes at his door, ruining the oh-so-perfect moment. You start to stir in your sleep in response to the loud noise. Natsuo gently strokes your cheek, trying to keep you at rest, but your eyes are already starting to drift open.

"What!?" He yells at the door in irritation a bit too loudly.

His father's voice comes from the other side of the door. "Natsuo, I... need to talk to (f/n)."

"Is that Enji?" Your voice is airy as you rub your eyes with the back of your hand, moving away from Natsuo's muscular chest.

He ignores your question. "She doesn't want to talk to you so just go away!"

Enji doesn't talk for a long time so Natsuo starts to think he actually left. But then, right before the white-haired male can say something to you, that booming voice comes again.

"Well can you tell (f/n) that her parents are going to be at her house waiting for her return."

"He called my parents?" You quietly ask Natsuo.

He grits his teeth knowing that if Enji is the reason why your parents are at your house then it's not because of a good thing. Now he doesn't want you to go home at all. With your parents at your house, it will only cause more stress for you. With your burnt arm and everything... he just wishes he could take you out of this situation somehow.

Natsuo repeats your question to his father. "You called her parents!?"

"Yes... but only because of something Shouto told me last night."

The boy laying next to you opens his mouth to yell. "Why the hell would you-!?"

Your hand is quick to cover his mouth before he can continue.

"Not now. It's too early in the morning to start arguing. I'll just deal with my parents on my own later." You mumble while sitting up. When you move your hand away from his face, he leans in closer and immediately starts talking again.