𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋, 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢

𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲,

Drifting in and out of sleep, you wake up to the feeling of puffs of air against your back. You blink your eyes open to the dampened glow of the sun that dares peek through a crack in the curtains.

It's beautiful, you think.

The different hues of blue, pink, and purples faded together to create a beautiful sky. Clouds streaked across the sky and buildings that reached the skyline were highlighted by the golden sun.

It truly was a priceless sunrise.

The sun warmed your face as it rose; however, there was another radiating body of heat next to you. Literally.

You turn onto your side and shuffle slowly backwards into Nanami's arms. He tightens his hold on you in his sleep like you would leave if he let go.

Nanami's arms wrapped around you gave you a new feeling of security, affection, and, well..... a new feeling between your legs, as well. Not metaphorically..

He's- no, no, nonono. Oh my god? Hello there...?

You attempt to lift his arm off of your body so that you could move, but in doing so, you woke him up. He lifted his head and gently combed to the side the messy hair that stuck to his forehead.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up. Who were you dreaming of?" you apologize as you turn your head to look behind you, sliding your legs off the bed.

"It's fine..." he trails off as he realizes what you said. He rolls onto his back and covers his eyes with his forearm strung across his head.

"Fuck, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I- You, the dream was you." He takes his arm off his eyes and cups his mouth with the same hand. "This is embarrassing."

"No, I wasn't uncomfortable. It happens." You twist your body back and crawl onto the bed towards Nanami, placing a hand on his chest for balance as you lean down and capture his lips for a quick kiss.

You pull away and Nanami tries to follow your lips, picking his head up but leaving you space. "At least now I know I'm so good, I can make men dream about me."

He chuckles lightly and throws his head back down onto the pillow. You turn and get off the bed, walking to the bathroom he had told you about yesterday.

Nanami's eyes follow your figure as you exit the bedroom. You shut the door and look into the mirror as you flip on the light switch and you're shocked when you see yourself.

Eyes blown wide open, you run up to the sink and inspect yourself. Your hair is messy, strays sticking every which way. Mascara flakes are pooled under the sides of your eyes from last night's ventures. Your lipstick had come off aside from the creases in your lips.

Though you had to admit, you did look really good in Nanami's shirt he lended you.

You try and wipe everything you can off of your face and step out of the bathroom. The door opens and you're met with an absolute Greek god.

Nanami's walking towards you with another shirt and a couple towels in his arms. You fail to notice the towels, instead, you focus on the toned figure of a man in his boxers standing right in front of you.

Fuck. Yes.

Your eyes slowly trail down his torso, admiring his abs, the v-line created by his pelvis, and his veins, lord, the veins.

"You've got a camera, no? You can drool over a picture later. You need to shower?" He holds one of the towels up to you.

Your face feels hot as you grab the towels from him, giving him a thanks. He walks back into his room, presumably to shower as well.