|| 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝗼𝐯𝐞 || 𝑇. 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖

9. Masquerades Are Fatal Don't You Know?

A/N

Important authors note before we begin this chapter, I am aware of the mature rating on this fic but thought this was necessary to address. This chapter gives a very brief snapshot of PTSD and is just from one person's experience. This is not exactly how the illness works for everyone, please only take this at its face value and reach out to professionals if you are worried.

Reader

Once again she finds herself and Tendō stuck in the same, will they, won't they, push and pull that has dominated their lives since they met.
Something that now felt smothering, even though years ago she had never felt anything at all.

This time she stands with her back to the rain coated windows of Tendō's room. He had left a window ajar upon going to bed so a soft breeze tickled her bare legs.
Y/n hugs herself tighter burying her chin into her neck as she regards Tendō's sleeping form.

blankets are tossed haphazardly around him, his right arm thrown dramatically above his head covering half of his hair. A thin line of drool trails from his mouth, y/n smirks privately to herself before shaking Tendō awake.
"Tendō, Tendō, Tendō!" Her voice catches in her throat briefly as she presses her frozen hand to Tendō's warm arm.

Tendō barely stirs completely ignorant of his fake girlfriend's worries in his slumber.

She shivers against the cold moist air, goosebumps prickling across her skin, y/n yawns rubbing at her eyes old tears feel stiff underneath her lashes. New tears of frustration with herself prick at the corner of her eyes.
"Please Tendō I can't sleep." She whispers her voice husky and desperate, the soft quivering brought on by her shaking bottom lip only makes her appear completely helpless. Still, Tendō remains completely motionless, in a blissful sleep that she kicks herself for attempting to interrupt.

Rain taps gently against the windows as the third shower for the night begins. Freezing, y/n stomps over to the open window sliding it shut a cutting off a violent gust of wind that froze her tear-stained face.
Tendō must've heard the bang of the closed window frame because when y/n turns around again, staring at her back, is Tendō, he lounges partially upright in bed.

Sleep oozes from his being, from his heavily lidded eyes to droopy messed-up bed hair. Y/n finds herself staring at his sleepy form.
Tendō's gently toned abs reflect the dappled moonlight that seeps through the sheer curtains. He yawns stretching dramatically above his head, the duvet moving dangerously lower and y/n finds herself watching it retreat down his body.

"Y/n y'alright?" His brutal informality isn't what shocks her initially, it's the deep rough voice that has replaced his normal airy cheerful one.
Y/n scoffs angrily brushing tears from her cheeks with the fist of her hand, Tendō tracks this movement and every other one she makes. He mentally pieces together the soft sniffle and sunken shoulders, concluding something bad must've happened for her to arrive in his room at this godforsaken hour of the night.

"I uhh can't sleep," she mumbles her head dropping as she hugs her arms around her, Semi's old shirt tightening around her partially revealing her figure to Tendō.

Tendō feels the blush creeping up his neck as he drags his eyes over y/n. he doesn't think before he answers her, the words just tumble out of his mouth.
"Sleep with me?"
Y/n's head shoots up her body suddenly extremely stiff, Tendō's words hit her like a tonne of bricks. He's surprised by her deer in headlights appearance before the words he said sink in.

"Oh no that's, no, that is not what I. Would you like to share my bed in a completely non-sexual way?"
He backtracks quickly and y/n struggles to control her laughter, opting to scoff at his statement instead.