“You moan like a girl.”
You choked on your coffee and blushed furiously. You turned to look up at Ace. He was standing in the kitchen you shared with him and his brothers, dressed with oversized night clothes and glaring at you with annoyance. You blinked, confused and embarrassed.
“What…?”
“Morning everyone!” Exclaimed a merry Sabo, already dressed for work. “Today is going to be a great day!”
His sudden arrival startled you and you turned your eyes away from Ace. You pretended to be busy reading the newspaper, your cheeks still crimson red. Ace didn’t move from his spot, and you could feel his eyes burning the back of your neck. Sabo sat at the table and observed the two of you.
“Is everything alright?” He asked.
“Yeah of course!” you answered instantly “What about you Sabo? Are you alright? You said it was going to be a great day, care to say why?”
You were too afraid to let Ace speak. What the hell was his statement for? Why would he say something so stupid and strange out of the blue? And how could he pretend to know how you moaned anyway?
OH… wait…
Your eyes widened at the sudden realisation.
Could it be… could it be that you weren’t alone last night in the apartment? Could it be that not all of your roommates were out last night? Could it be that Ace heard you relieving yourself from your relentless sexual frustration?
You restrained yourself from screaming out of terror as you pretended to listen what Sabo was telling you. God, you had no idea what he was talking about but the only thing you wanted to do right now was to run away in your room. That, and also for Ace to MOVE for god’s sake! Why wasn’t he moving from his spot? Why wasn’t he looking elsewhere?!
“…And that’s how I got a date for tonight!”
Your eyes widen. Wait… what? Oh shit, you haven’t listened to a thing he was saying.
“Congratulation…” you said automatically.
“Thanks, its cool right? My first date in months! I just can’t wait!”
“That’s great,” you said “really great.”
His happiness had a bitter taste in your mouth. You never had a date ever. At your age, it was pretty sad. No girlfriend, no boyfriend either… ever. Add to that a libido that was never satisfied, despite your best efforts. And yes, by ‘best efforts’ you meant masturbation. As much as you loved it, it wasn’t nearly satisfactory enough.
“What about you (F/N)?”
You frowned.
“What about me?”
“Did you have a date lately? I don’t remember you going out with anyone…”
