Inumaki X reader

Chapter 4 ⚠️SOME MENTION OF SELF HARM SCARS⚠️

You sleep dreamless until you feel a gentle hand shake your shoulder your eyes flutter open you look at see Inumaki he points behind you. You look seeing your at the school, "Thank you for waking Inumaki-senpi good work today I had a good time working with you I always enjoy seeing you fight, your technique is always amazing." You smile softly at him you can see a bit of his face move to tell he is smiling as well he speaks softly. "Thank you Y/N." Both car doors click open and close at the same time as you approach the entrance you open the door and hold it open its silent. "I guess everyone else is still out on there mission guess we're number one." You giggle and put your hand out to Inumaki for a fist bump he looks confused you raise and eyebrows? "Don't tell me no one has offered you fist bump before?" He shakes his head, "alright it's very simple, make a fist." He complies and you grab his wrist and gently bump hands. He looks even more confused which makes you laugh "sorry sorry, you just put so much thought into I think it's cute. There isn't any deep meaning just is like hmmm good job or cool thing." Inumaki's face blushes when you call him cute, you both walk up to the second level to your rooms. As you reach the door you look over again at the violet eyed boy your dorm neighbor. The boy you couldn't get off your mind, you opened the door and walk in closing it you flopped back on the bed and sighed. Thinking to you're self. "This is dumb I've known him for years he would never like me the same he's serious and hard working. It's just me and my own feelings getting in the way nothing more." You layed in bed thinking of him the way he called your name gave you a chill you shot up in bed. "SHOWER I NEED A SHOWER THAT WHAT I NEED!" You quickly get up going to the bathroom getting in letting the water wash over you. Washing your hair and your body looking over your arms and legs seeing the cuts that lace your arm from the years of your trying to perfect your technique. Your turn the water off stepping out of the shower, drying your hair and putting on a tank top and shorts. You sit in the bed your hair still dripping a bit you don't feel the energy to brush it out and braid it like normal. You think of your mom a tear streams down your face before you hear a knock on the door you wipe your eyes before speaking. "Y-Yes who is it?" There is silence then you hear a somewhat quiet "Kelp."