In which twenty-eight-year-old detective Kiba Inuzuka, crosses paths with a girl who turns his once orderly life into pure chaos. After finding out that she is his soulmate; it spells nothing but 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞.
Warnings: infidelity, mature language...
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- KIBA -
I wake up first.
The warmth she's pouring into my waking body is so pleasant that I don't dare move in fear of stirring her awake. It's Saturday today. That means no work, no responsibilities. Just me and her, and hours upon hours of free time, which we get to spend whichever way we like.
I should take her out on a date tonight. She'd like that, right?
With newly-found determination to plan something out, I finally dare to move. The way her leg is splayed across my stomach practically keeps me chained against the mattress, and even though I am more than happy to be held hostage in such pleasantly intimate ways; I still force myself to slip out of bed.
The tiny groan she lets out in protest makes me freeze, but she doesn't wake, luckily. By the time I stand up, and put on the pair of sweatpants I've brought with me, y/n's already back to being unconscious.
She's a pretty heavy sleeper. Like a damn bear, hah!
But in truth, it's probably because I've tired her out yesterday. And speaking about last night, goddamn - am I one lucky man! My girl is as filthy as I am, if not even filthier. At the pace we're going, we'll tear each other right apart. No wonder the Universe has decided it'd be a good thing to pair us up. It all makes sense now; y/n and I work.
We thrive on each other.
Giving the hibernating beast one last glance, I tiptoe out of the bedroom cautiously - making sure to leave the door open just by an inch in case she wakes up and calls for me.
The idea of going out for a morning run diminishes into nothing as soon as I spot the lousy weather on the other side of the window. The rain is relentless as it falls down from a sky so dull and gray, that it makes me feel depressed just from looking at it.
And so; I brush my teeth whilst eyeing the bathtub that's set-up in the corner of the bathroom, instead. I've been here for almost a week and never once seen her use it. I understand that a shower is quicker; more efficient, but...
No, I shouldn't.
But, it calls out to me...
I shouldn't!
It'd be such a nice splurge, though...
I won't!
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I do.
The content sigh I let out as soon as I slip into the hot water, exposes me as a weak man.
I've even went as far as throwing in a bath bomb that makes the whole bathroom smell like goddamn roses, just because I wanna feel like a fancy son of a bitch. First thing Monday, I'll buy her two new ones - that's a promise! But as of now, I'll just enjoy using her things, like the damn leech I am.
