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Satoru groaned as he slipped out of his soporific dreamless slumber.
He reached his callused hand up to his jaw, which felt like it had been shot and therefore numbed by a thousand tiny needles. With pressed fingers into his tired skin, Satoru wondered if he had just awoken from the best slumber of the entirety of his existence. He felt like he had woken up from sleeping on a cloud.
'That's right...I must have crashed when we came home from training,'
A slow deep breath filled him with life and rejuvenated his drowsy senses as his eyes finally fluttered open. The pillow beneath him, surprisingly smelled of her. He reached out to her bedside, feeling for her tresses and curves, but nothing but sheets greeted him.
An unsatisfied grumble left his throat as his eyebrows knitted.
'I need her...(Y/n)...'
He could see the image of her smiling, the sunset forever illuminating her (h/c) hair. Naturally beautiful. Where had she gone?
"(Y/n)..." He called out, pushing up from the bed.
"Yes...?"
He heard from the kitchen, his ears perking like a pup. He grinned stupidly at her voice, heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth, but before he could start he noticed something odd—something red sitting on the side of his sleeve.
He studied himself intently in the mirror, his blue eyes glistening with a curiously concerned gleam, "What's this?"
With a slow turn, a canvas of dark red blood sat on the back of his shirt.
"Babe?" He called out again to the other room.
"Yeah?"
"Did I hurt myself yesterday?" Satoru scratched his soft white hair, "...I can't remember," his morning voice croaked.
The anent amount of blood stains stared back at him in the mirror and ran a red river over the back of his white t-shirt. Satoru quickly lifted his shirt and ran his hands over his abs and back muscles. His fingers caressed every grove and dip of skin—no pain.
He was so out it yesterday from his lack of sleep he couldn't remember half the things that occurred; it was all some weird fever dream.
"Oh, n-no, that was me!" (Y/n) reassured. "After I gave you that medicine, I had this weird sudden nose bleed. I didn't want to wake you up, so I just left you alone..."
"Yeah baby? How sweet of you to leave me in your fluids."
"—Gross." (Y/n) giggled, entering the room. She went to the bathroom and held out her hand to him. Satoru took off his shirt with a lustful smirk, his biceps and pecks bulging:
