𝓕ᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ 𝓟ᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ 𝓛ⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ 𝓖ⁱʳˡ

II | V

A double update... admit you're impressed 😫 (the last part was super short so... and this one is even shorter tbh)

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CHAPTER — V
part two

YOU'RE BACK in the dark corridors of the mansion, alone. The conversation you've had with your father clouds your mind, so much that you don't notice the person staring at you from afar as you're so lost in your thoughts.

"Hello."

You let out a surprised squeak, "Oh—hello."

Nanami's leaning on the wall, a few steps away from you. His arms are crossed and there's a ghost of a smile on his lips. "Where were you ?" He asks, an eyebrow lifted. He starts moving towards you when you stop in your tracks.

Where have you been ? It takes you some time to even remember that. Your mind feels... unclear. What were you thinking about mere seconds ago ? What are you doing here ? You swear you have it on the tip of your tongue.

Nobara woke you up and took you out—then what ?

You try to calm the rapid beating of your heart. He can hear it. You hope he assumes that it's from the fright of him surprising you and not from lying. "I was simply taking a walk... I couldn't sleep."

His eyes narrow. "Alright. But you should still try to sleep. You'll be very busy tomorrow and it's already late." Late in vampire world. It is actually around 7am.

"What are you doing here ?" You ask him this time.

He scrunches his noise in thought, "I sensed that you weren't in your room and wondered what you were doing up so late. Then I thought I smelled an outsider, but it was very faint."

You shiver. "Wow—your sense of smell is, um, developed, very good." You wince at how you sound. "But I haven't seen anyone, if that's what you're wondering."

Except Nobara. And your father.

Wait. You've seen your father ?

"Not really. Toge has the most developed one. I'm simply attuned to you." He shrugs and shortens the space between you. He places his hand on your waist, softly, pulling your body into his. "The scent I've smelled must've been one of the cooks." He hums as he bends down then lifts you up delicately.

You let out a squeaky sound. "What—?!"

"We hired them. You eat food but we can't cook. I found a way."

You ignore the way your heart warms at the gesture, "I mean, why are you carrying me ?"

"You were limping. I'll take you back to your room."

Limpin—good god. You remember in very graphic details the reason for your limp. Your entire body heats up at the thought. You unconsciously burrow your face in the crook of his neck to somehow escape the embarrassment. He smells nice, like lemon and oranges. It's a clean and neat scent, it suits him.

He has one arm secured under your thighs and the other around your waist. "Are you alright ? Does it hurt too much ?" He questions, voice soft.