Unspoken (Sasori x Reader)

The Day After

The pillow in your arms felt so comfortable. You breathed in the familiar scent of lemon and eucalyptus and sighed dreamily. You could feel the weighted, fur blankets cocooning your tired body, and the distant sound of a fan humming in the backdrop. You rolled, taking the pillow in your arms, but bumped into a firmer obstacle. It must have been your wall, but it didn't have the cold shock it normally did.

You cracked a weary eye open to see a tanned back that rose and fell slowly. Long locks the shade of the inside of a banana peel splayed every which way, and you could make out a stitched tattoo around the owner's muscular bicep. Both of your eyes opened, adjusting more to the darkness of the room. Gasping, you sat up quickly.

"Deidara?"

"Hm?" He grumbled, rolling onto his back to look at you. He rubbed the heel of his hand against his drowsy eyes, brow furrowed in annoyance at being awoken.

"Why are you in my bed?"

"This is my bed."

"What!?"

He was right. This room was too messy to be your own, and the more you looked around the more panicked you felt. You looked down at yourself, but heaved a sigh of relief when you saw you were clothed. However, this oversized t-shirt wasn't yours, and neither were the boxers that replaced your jeans. You blanched.

"Did you take my clothes off?" You hissed in horror, absolutely mortified. "Oh my god, what have we do—"

Deidara leaned up on his elbows and blew a lock of hair out of his face. "We didn't do anything, hm." He glanced over at the bright white numbers of his alarm clock: 11:56 AM. "Calm down."

"What happened!?"

He shushed you, grimacing at the loud noises poking at the headache behind his eyes. "Nothing. You got sick last night, so we took care of you, yeah? I thought you'd be safer here, and that way I also didn't have to listen to your parents bitch me out."

"They're probably wondering why I didn't come home last night, Dei!"

"Ino covered for you. She said she felt responsible since she played a part in getting you messed up last night."

Something else stuck out in your mind though, but then you remembered. Him. "What do you mean by "we"?"

"Sasori and I helped you when you got sick last night. You almost didn't make it to the bathroom, so after that he helped me get you into the car, and that's why we're here now."

You groaned, flopping back against the mattress with the body pillow still in your arms. "That's so embarrassing. I told you I hated parties."

"You just need better alcohol management," he smiled, turning on his side to face you. "When we got here you were passed out already, hm."

"What were you thinking driving us home like that? You're lucky you didn't get us killed." You grumbled, smacking his arm. He grimaced, rubbing at the tender spot before grabbing a handful of blankets to submerge himself in.

"Look, Sasori wasn't drinking and offered to drive you home, but I didn't think you'd like a stranger dropping you off at your parents. They'd be pretty pissed, yeah?"

"He..." What? The angelic man from the night before who's shoes you almost threw up on? You felt your cheeks warming and laid back so you could also bring the blankets right up under your nose. Huddled together like this you almost felt like you were at a children's sleepover, gossiping back and forth about boys of interest. "He wanted to take me home? Wow."

"Right? Sasori can't stand people. You two are actually a lot alike, yeah?"

"Maybe." You smiled.