𝙈𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙙 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 ~ ᴛᴀᴍᴀᴋɪ ᴀᴍᴀᴊɪᴋɪ

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waking up around 8am you felt a tight grip on your waist. his warm chest against your back gave you flash backs of the previous night.

he slept so peacefully. eyes softly shut with his mouth slightly open. he didn't snore but he held you like a teddy bear. he definitely had no intention of letting go or turning around. you tried to get up and wash is clothes without waking him.

once you moved one of his fingers he grunted like a child. squeezing you tighter you tried not to giggle. "hey i gotta get up" you whispered feeling his grip loosen. you stood up and tried to get all the clothes ready for a wash.

"you should probably put on some clothes first". he said with a raspy voice. you were moving so frantically you didn't notice the lack of clothes on your bottom half. he said it before falling back asleep in seconds.

in that moment you wanted to get back into bed and sleep peacefully with him. but was it a one night thing? maybe if you just take it slow everything will work it's self out.

you put the clothes to wash downstairs and made your way back up. you opened the door to see him still in bed. you slid back in bed and tried not to overthink.

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waking up to the toilet flushing you jumped up remembering the clothes. rushing to go back down stairs you stopped at the sound of his voice. "where are you going so fast?" his head tilted to the side genuinely confused you.

"i gotta switch your clothes over so you have something to wear!" you said looking for something to put on your feet. "what these clothes?" he answered holding the basket.

your shoulders dropped with relief. "i wanted to let you sleep" he sat on the bed looking up at you in awe.

so what now?! i haven't thought this far. do we go get something to eat? or study together. i don't know what he likes to do. does he have a job or something?

"so what now?" you asked falling next to him. "we can go get something to eat, i'm starving." — "sure that works let me put on something." he sat there watching you get dressed. his eyes tracked you around the room, never leaving your body.

"you ready to go?" you asked wearing a hoodie, shorts, and crocs. "please-" he said looking at you. "wha-" you questioned. "you're not leaving in that, y/n" he said in the most serious tone. "i always wear things like this."

"i know. and that's the problem."

he walked into your closet and began sorting through your tops and bottoms. he threw a t-shirt from hot topic and some ripped jeans at you. "put that on while i find some shoes." — "yes sir"

he watched you slowly change. take off your shorts and rip off your shirt. before putting on the shirt you stopped at starred at him. "you like what you see?" — "that and i need to know what shoes would look the best. "you sat on the bed and waited for him to make his selection.

he bent down to put on your shoes for you. he chose your 11s you haven't worn since high school. as he slipped on the other shoe he looked up at you with nothing but sweetness in his eyes.

"and after we eat, we're going shopping."