(A/N: Quick little 🚫DISCLAIMER🚫. I did a LOT of research before this chapter and I learned that Shikatani dislikes kissing (Imma let y'all have that x reader- cause guess who ain't fixing it👋🏽). So DESPITE- the chapter picture. And whenever I say one kissed the other, they do a thing where they put their fingers like this "👌" and kiss their fingers instead of each other, to get around Shikatani's dislike for the sign of affection. Okay? Okay— ALRIGHT)
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Shikatani's POV "Aaaaagh-" I groaned at my alarm that woke me up out of my beauty sleep. I glanced over at my bright phone that lit up the previously pitch black room. It was only after a good 30 seconds of staring at my phone when I realized it was 8:03 a.m. I'd usually be jumping out of bed right now, but thankfully, it was Saturday so I didn't have to get ready for school.
"God, fucking dammit." I cursed under my breath as I banged my phone down back on its spot on my nightstand, then sliding my hand across the oak surface to find my glasses. Upon finding my glasses and placing them on my face, I rolled over on my side to see my beloved boyfriend sleeping peacefully beside me.
As always, I leaned over to give him a small kiss on the cheek to wake him up, but to my surprise he didn't return my affection like he usually does. Tilting my head in confusion, I propped myself up on my right elbow and leaned over his shoulder. I noticed that his usually pale cheeks were colored a faint red and even though it was a cool morning, his forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat.
"Itome, mon amour, are you okay?"
Itome's POV "...mon amour, are you okay?" I creaked my eyes open, glancing over my shoulder, noticing my fully-awoken boyfriend giving me a sympathetic glance. I groaned in response.
He scooted back on his side of the bed so I could sit up as I rid my eyes of the built-up overnight crust and looked back over at my plum haired lover.
"I'm alright." I finally replied, putting a hand to my damp forehead. I lied. I wasn't feeling the best at the moment, but telling Shikatani that is something I didn't want to do at the moment.
"Are you sure Koshiro? It's 10° ( = 50° F) out and you're sweating; I know this quilt isn't that thick." Gosh, every time he said my name like that it sent shivers down my spine, additional to the chills I already felt going down my back. Though, he did have a point.. it wasn't warm out at all and my body felt like it was about to burst into flames- but at the same time I felt like I was in an a tub full of ice.
Before I could say anything else, I noticed Shikatani suddenly get up and walk over to our closet as he swung the doors open.
