More than friends? (Garou x reader)

|Chapter thirteen|| sweetheart|

A/N: This chapter also includes sexual content so as I said before, if you are not comfortable with that I advise skipping this chapter.
Also! Thank you so much for all the support on this fanfic! I really appreciate it <3. Oh, and sorry for slow updates 😅 but anyways enjoy!

"This evening, we have invited the oh so famous Amai mask for a very special interview on his new project!" The people on your TV announce with a wide, toothy grin on their faces.

You groan back and skip through channels again; you didn't really want to see an annoying colleague get unnecessary attention.

Your living room was full of the sound of static as you found almost nothing to watch.

You were wearing a baggy jumper and some loose joggers which kept you cozy while snuggled up on the couch.

Finally, you landed on a random show. It would keep you entertained for a while atleast.

Only a few minutes had passed and you became absorbed into the show. It was more interesting than you originally thought.
Fully focused on the TV, you paid no attention to the things around you and didn't notice the movement that was at the corner of your eye.

A dark, looming figure was climbing up onto your balcony. They were balanced on the railing of it and flung themselves onto the flooring, causing a loud crash.

You took your eyes off the screen for a second and the figure was already sliding your door open which let the cool air inside.

"Hey." It said as their pointy silver hair was lightly blown by the draft.

Your eyes looked over at its face and you realised who had just broken into your apartment.

"Garou?..." you question, puzzled.

He smirked, proud to have found and surprised you.

"How's it goin'?" He asks smugly as he joins you on the couch. He slid behind you, so you could rest your head on his chest, and had you between his long legs.

Once Garou had gotten to the complex, he calculated which apartment to be yours from the flat number you wrote and decided to stupidly climb onto your balcony and startle you.

"Uh, not bad I guess. How about you?" You reply while laying your head on his muscular body.
When his large hand came up to mess with your hair, you thought back to his feelings towards you.

Was this what he wanted in a friendship or is he trying to signal how he felt? Are you being oblivious? Probably.

You wished he would just tell you straight up.

You noticed not long after he had joined you on the couch that he had stains of dirt and blood on his black shirt.

Pulling up his sleeve, you saw more stains that looked like they had been there for quite a while. That shack didn't have any type of shower so Garou must've not showered for a long time, you realise.

"Hey, do you want to take a shower?" You question after observing his arm.

"Hmmm?" Garou hums looking down at you with a very suggestive look on his face.

"I don't mean it like that, your perv! When was the last time you showered, huh?" You pry.

Before Garou could say anything you jumped up from your seated position and dragged him along and into your bathroom.

"Do I have to right now?" He complains, looking an awful lot like a whiney child. Innocence and play was radiating off of him at that point.

"Yes, now clean up!" You order as you throw a clean white towel into the bathroom. Just for him to catch it swiftly.