YOUR P.O.V
WORDS: 1778
TW: MENTION OF GUNS
YOU AWOKE the next morning, your headache and body aches had subsided and there was more energy in you.
You rolled over on your back, the sheets of your bed scrunching up against your body, making you even more comfortable. You shook your head and realized you had to get up if you didn't want to face the wrath of your workers' wishes.
You shouldn't feel threatened by them. They should feel threatened by you.
And yet, you got up and measly made your way over to your large closet, opening the white sliding door and entering your room of a closet.
You trudged around and looked for an outfit that would suit the outing. You unlocked your phone and looked at the weather.
73 degrees...
You shut off your phone and placed it on the center island of your closet, looking through the different you had for the day.
You decided you would wear an f/c tube top with ruffles and white jean shorts. Topping it off with white Air Maxs. After placing your clothing on, you got your appearance all cleaned up. You walked out of your closet and turned off your light, shutting it behind you.
You walked over to your bathroom, reaching over to turn on the bathroom lights and trudging over to the mirror. You grimaced at your appearance.
Your mascara was under your eyelids and looked like you hadn't gotten much sleep—which, you haven't—and the bruise under your cheek wasn't a pretty sight either, yet it was still manageable to cover up with foundation.
You grabbed a makeup wipe and cleared the leftover mascara from your eyes, grabbing your foundation, lip gloss, and mascara tube from your makeup container.
After cleaning off your mascara, you threw the wipe in the trash can and checked your appearance, nodding to yourself in validation and grabbing your foundation and grabbed the sponge egg.
You placed a small amount of the foundation onto the top of your hand and dipped your sponge in there. You began putting on your foundation and finally finished, placing the foundation and sponge away.
You grabbed the mascara and an eyelash curler and began on that task. You managed to not poke yourself in the eye, or poke your nose and leave a black spot of mascara on your nose.
You placed the lid back on the mascara and opened the lip gloss, applying it and giving your lips a shine. You smirked at yourself in the mirror and placed everything back in the right places.
When you finished brushing your teeth, you tended to your hair which needed some attention and grew very pleased with your appearance.
You looked better when you didn't look like an insomniac and beaten up. You sighed in contentment and looked at yourself in the mirror.
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𝐊𝐘𝐎̄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 ✔ | maki zen'in x fem!reader
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