|𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪| 𝘀. 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼

Rebuild My Life.

You awoke in the morning, your head throbbing and your stomach churning, the obvious results of last night's drinking fest. However, as you sat up and observed your surroundings, you were surprised to find they did not match your memory of your own bedroom. The comforter was heavy and a stark white, and the sheets were a black silk. You jogged your memory, attempting to remember what happened last night, but the pounding in your skull made it quite difficult.

Another odd factor was that you were clothed in pajamas that definitely did not fit you but that were, albeit, quite comfortable. You had no recollection of putting these on. Did you even have pajamas this large? No, of course not. Did someone change your clothes?  you thought frantically to yourself as you noticed the dress you had been wearing last night sitting folded neatly on top of a dark wooden dresser.

Suddenly, the door creaked open and you immediately tensed up, pulling the blanket up to your chest and scooting closer to the farther edge of the bed. A man with white hair that was currently dripping wet stepped into the room, ruffling his hair up with a fluffy towel. You attempted to observe his face closer, but it was currently obscured by several damp strands of hair.

"Ah, you're awake," the man observed, and suddenly, as his voice processed in your mind, all the memories of last night came flooding back, to the point where it was almost too much to intake. 

"Satoru... How long was I asleep?" you questioned, rubbing your eyes groggily as you let the blanket fall away from your chest.

"Well, let's see. If I were to recount the events of last night to you, it would go something like this; You started mumbling something about wanting to watch a movie and so you forced me to go onto Disney+ to look for something to watch and you ended up selecting 'The Good Dinosaur'. Admittedly, we both ended up sobbing at the end, which was for you, most likely the effects of the alcohol, and for me, because I am just an emotional wreck/menace to society and like to be overdramatic. You ended up passing out around midnight so I brought you in here to let you sleep and here we are. You were asleep for around thirteen hours, just so you know," Satoru explained to you, though it was quite lengthy and you could have just done with him saying you had been asleep for thirteen hours.

"Thanks for the essay, Professor," you murmured as you slid out of the bed, goosebumps running up your arms as your bare feet made contact with the cold, wooden floor.

"You're welcome, Miss L/N," Satoru mocked as he began rifling through his closet, as you stood there uncomfortably, a question lingering in your mind.

"Um, Satoru, I have a question..." you started, timidly fidgeting with your hands as he turned his head to look back at you.

"Shoot," he replied, leaning against the closet door, his arms folded over his chest.

"Was it... you that changed my clothes last night?" you questioned tentatively, avoiding his gaze as to not let him see the furious, profuse blush that was creeping onto your cheeks.

"Oh, no, it wasn't. It was Nobara. You know, the one with the brown hair that you said was your favorite? In case you didn't remember," Satoru informed you, eliciting a small breath of relief on your part.

"Why so relieved? I know I'm a bit of a flirt, but I'm not a pervert, Y/N," the white-haired man joked as he pulled a dark blue V-neck t-shirt over his head, his perfectly sculpted arms showing through the tightly-clinging material of the clothing.

"Oh, um, yes, of course! I was just merely curious because the only person who has ever really-" you started, tripping over your words, but you cut yourself off before you could get any further. 

You didn't want to talk about him right now.

"Not to say that you don't have a very flattering body because you do and I would definitely like to see it some time," Satoru teased, to which you rolled your eyes.