you stand in the middle of your kitchen in search of something to munch on. you didn't even know why you were up at this time, but you just felt restless.
thinking about the previous events of the day, you squirm in your skin. not only did tengen and you have your first serious sexual encounter, you had really enjoyed it.
you thought about the way tengen stuttered as he tried to hold back his moans infront of giyuu.
you shift around to help relieve some of the pressure that's begun to build up between your thighs. a heartbeat was beginning to pound in more than one place.
"f*ck." you groaned in annoyance. now, this scene would be on a loop in your head. and, your stomach still was not filled yet. you didn't want to cook anything nor make any cereal. you wanted something quick and easy; a poptart.
you open your pantry door to check if maybe, just maybe, there might be something in there. to your absolute luck, there was a sigle blueberry poptart sitting on the self. you do a little dance out of joy, snatching the treat from it's residing place. as you tear off the loud, crinkly foil, your phone vibrates.
"who the hell is up at two am." you think to yourself. you stride over to the counter and pick up the device. an incoming FaceTime call from gyutaro flashed at a steady pace on your screen. you straighten up your hair a little bit and wipe the slight sleep from your eyes.
you click the green phone button, waiting for the call to connect."yo [y/n]." he said. he held the phone at an under angle with his arm resting behind his head.
he looked down at the camera, grinning a little bit. you couldn't understand why, but the angle he was at made him seem ten times more attractive.
"hey gyu , why're up so late?" you question, biting into your poptart. "i f*ck with the nickname." he laughs. "and i could ask the same thing."
"i just can't sleep. i want something to do honestly. but where could i go at two am, ya' know?" you reply. you take another bite out of the poptart, looking around in the dark kitchen.
"well thank god you have me." gyutaro groaned, sitting up in his bed. the only visible light was coming from his tv, which quietly chattered in the background.
"well, i have an idea." he smiled devishly into the camera. you tilt your head to the side in confusion. "well..." you question. "what if we..." he paused for a moment as if he was rethinking said idea. "have a sleepover."
your eyebrows raised in surprise. out of anything and everything, this was the last thing you'd expected. "oh yeah?" you question. "we just met like two days ago, how do i know you won't kill me?" you ask. you weren't totally against the idea, but you also had to take some percaution if this was to really happen.
"i would never, i f*ck with you too much." he says. "so, what's the move?"
you thought for a moment. it would be nice to have some company while you were up so late. but you also didn't want anything to spiral out of control to the point you'd regret something.
"f*ck it, i'll text you my address." you say.
you can see the light reflect off of gyutaro's growing smile. in a moment, his room light flashed on, and he set his camera up on his dresser.
he was completely topless, only wear a pair of dark grey sweatpants that hung loosely on his hips. freckles dotted his chest and some of his stomach. although he had a thin frame, he had a sharp V-line, as well as a light four-pack coming in.
his arms were long, but they had visible muscles. veins ran along his forearms on either side. you found your self enchanted by his body. it wasn't extremely muscular, but it also wasn't thin and frail.
"staring is rude, you know." he laughed. "i wasn't staring!" you deny. "there was something behind you." you say. gyutaro turns toward a slightly open door behind him, setting his hands on his hips. his back flexes as he stretches. leaving the camera propped up, he walks towards the door and pulls it open.
he stands in the doorway of what appears to be a closet, shuffling clothing around. there was a wide collection of shirts hanging up, as well as plenty of jeans, joggers, and sweatpants folded neatly in rows. at the bottom of the closet, a wide variety of shoes lay, all neatly placed beside one and another.
"how come you have so much clothing, but you always wear the same few outfits?" you ask.
"because, i dunno." he says. you watch his every move as he takes out a black jacket, a pair of dark deniem jeans, and an all black pair of shoes. you expected no less from him. picking up an empty bag from somewhere back in the closet, gyutaro throws the clothes inside, then pulls some things from-a drawer; they go into the bag aswell.
he throws on a hoodie that was laying near his bed and walks to the camera. he shuts off the tv as well as the light before walking out of the room.
he holds the phone under his face, wandering his halls in the darkness. he comes to a stop before knocking lightly on a door. a moment of silence passes before the door opens. you can't see anything except a streak of white hair that quickly goes in and then out of view.
"hey daki , i'm going out for the night, okay?" gyutaro whispers.
a few muffled words are used in repsonse.
"as long as you guys don't break anything." he laughs. they exchange 'i love you's' before gyutaro brings the camera up to his face.
"i'm on the way, [y/n]. don't fall asleep before i get there." He smiles.
"i won't. just text me when you're pulling into the area." You say.
"gotcha." he replies. he smiles one final time before hanging up the phone. you're engulfed in the darkness when the realization hits you.
you just invited gyutaro to stay the night with you, alone.
