where a germophobe unknowingly steps out of his comfort zone when he couldn't help but find himself tangled up with a girl who is nowhere near his expectations of being 'clean'.
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you were stopped by someone's hand holding your wrist, you turned around to see the person stopping you and you were met by curly hair, eyes hiding behind them. toy immediately recognised the noodle head but no.... this could not be. he felt so different. you looked at his hand, he was holding your wrist, he didn't leave it and wash it. he was holding still, worried. "finally." he said.
which confused you beyond belief. you couldn't look up to him when he finally reached out to your face and tuck your hair behind your ear, looking into your eyes, the moment your eyes met-
the alarm woke you up from your sleep. breathless, confused, in sweat, you sit up.
"a dream." you rested your forehead on your palms, "SAKUSA!?"
you didn't want to believe it, you didn't, yet you finally saw him. he was different from that closed off guy. he seemed warm, as confused as you but still his eyes were soft, like he was relieved.
you shook your head, thinking how messed up all this is. you needed to talk to him, didn't know what to say or how to say it but you knew you needed to see him as soon as possible and with that thought in your mind, you got ready for school.
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he ran and ran and ran, this time he will not give up, this time he'll definitely reach her, this time he won't wake up before seeing her. certain that he will hold her this time, his hands touch her wrist, softly brush first, which made his heart stop for a second from the fear he was holding someone but he tightened the grip, in fear he might lose her this time, as always.
upon his own surprise she didn't walk away, he didn't wake up, he gulped down, hands shaking and his heart palpitating. he took a second to calm his nerves down but it wasn't working, afraid that he might wake up any second now, he lifted her face, as gently as he possibly could, as she would break if his touch was a little rough.
his eyes met hers and all the memories came running back from the moment he first met y/n and running away every time to having lunch with her, her every laugh, her every move ,her every word, her every annoying habit of cleaning her hands from the corner of her skirt, her. for a moment, the entire world revolved around her, that moment if she were to touch her with the same hands, he'd let her.
he woke up, heavily breathing, felt like he almost died, he sat up, trying to recover his breath, holding his head, his mind flew to y/n. she was it. she was the one torturing his dreams. he felt a little relieved to finally see the face, maybe this might end the continuous torture but mostly he felt confused, puzzled at how y/n looked into his eyes.
he removed his sheets and got up, he wanted to see her, he wanted to confirm what he felt in the dream was just in the dream or in real life-
