Most Unfortunate - Daichi X Reader

PART NINETEEN: It's Not Just a Hobby

WARNING EXPLICIT CONTENT: Mild sexual references.

Enjoy~

Every morning I wake to the warm streams of light filtered through my shutters, a shadowplay on my floor of banned tracks, like a railway. Sometimes when I'm still half asleep, flitting in and out of a dream-like state, I can almost picture the silhouette of a steam train chugging along. But, this morning, as I looked around, I couldn't see fragmented light through my opened blinds. I waset with darkness.

Swing my legs over the edge of the plush mattress, feet hitting the chilly floorboards, I blindly feel my way to the window. The lampposts cast harsh spotlights on the road, highlighting an alley cat as it rummages in everyone's business, leaping from yard to yard. It must be quite early since my neighbour hasn't even left for his trade job.

Shuffling to my side table, I turn on my phone, "Ah! Son of a -" I squint, stupidly forgetting to set it on night shield mode before passing out, the harsh blue light burning my corneas and leaving light splotches across my vision. Blinking the daze away, I squint at the screen, barely making out the numbers.

4:20 am.

Letting out a very audible groan, I throw my phone and myself onto the bed. I want to stop existing. It should be a crime to be up this early. My distress must have been loud enough for other ears as I feel something touch my leg, letting out a yelp of surprise as she jumps on the bed, her soft fur rubbing against my cheek. She contently lays down in my arms, kneading my flesh, because apparently I have no feeling there and clawing material is beneath her. I rest my face in her fur belly, "You know I'm not a pincushion, right?" I mumble into the living, breathing neck pillow. She purrs louder as something wet drips onto my forearm.

Gross.

I don't need to see her to know she's drooling. This was something I only thought dogs did... oh, how wrong I was. The first time I saw her do it, I seriously took her to the vet because I was convinced she was dying, thinking she might have eaten rat poisoning. The vet was quite amused, so much so she called in the assisting nurse for a chuckle. I never went back there.

Nala is quite a small cat; I am always paranoid she isn't eating enough, but she is just a petite kitty. She has a bold blotch pattern of white, grey, and tan from her father, the tortoiseshell showing through in genetics. Though she has her mother's temper, she looks cute but wants to chew your flesh and take your soul. She fits in so well here.

The little fluff monster curls in a ball, sleeping leaving me jealous. Imagine being flexible enough to sleep on yourself and squeeze in anywhere; you could sleep wherever. The sky's the limit! Ambitious as always, I smile, thinking of the possibilities. I'll live like the Aristocats, singing and playing the piano. Sounds eventful. A whole lot more interesting than my reality of mathematics, science, literature and geography. Sounds riveting, right?

I stand up and stretch my limbs, concluding that I'm not going back to sleep, sadly. Leaving Nala on the bed, I walk to the bathroom with my slightly damp towel from being on the floor. I let out a hiss as my feet touched the freezing tiles, kicking myself for not grabbing my slippers. I open the shower door and fiddle with the taps, letting the water heat up till thick steam starts to collect in the shower. Smiling, I slip off my clothes shivering but have instant relief as the perfect, flesh melting heat hits my body, muscles relaxing.

After a moment in the shower - thawing out - I reach for my face wash and hair products and work away at the feeling of germy skin and the memories of what happened yesterday. The sensation of water falling over me, trickling over every follicle, reminded me of what happened at school. I let out a sigh as I rinsed off the suds, hoping the memories would swirl down the drain with it.