Puppy Love (AU Modern Shisui Uchiha x Reader) MINI BOOK

Chapter 3

Stirring in the morning light, Y/n stretched her tired limbs. The languid stretch extracted a soft moan from her lips. Stilling her movements, she thought about how to approach Shisui with checking his wounds. He seemed timid about her changing the bandage on his chest. As Y/n's thoughts twirled in her mind, the scent of something warm and sweet drifted into her bedroom. Sitting up, she spotted the door to her room was cracked. 

Tilting her head curiously, Y/n stood and grabbed her robe. Walking to the door, she opened it slowly. The sweet aroma filled her senses as she stepped into the hallway. Walking for the kitchen the smell only grew as she drew nearer. It was heavenly. 

As Y/n stopped at the end of the hallway, she smiled lightly to herself. Shisui's back was to her, the green thermal was like a glove on his body. He had his sleeves pushed up, allowing him to cook without worry. She could see the tie of the apron at his neck and back. He was playing whatever he had made. When Shisui turned, Y/n was smiling wide. 

Once the shock left Shisui's features, he chuckled, "Morning, babydoll." HIs words struck Y/n as she walked for the bar. 

Knowing her face held heat, she kept her head ducked slightly, "Morning, Casanova." She tried to return the tease Shisui had offered her. 

Rounding the bar, Shisui took his seat beside Y/n, "I hope you enjoy French toast." 

"Are you kidding me," she turned her head towards the male, "It's my favorite!" 

Not hiding the smile, Shisui told her, "I hope you enjoy it." 

Still smiling, Y/n picked up her fork. The plate before her held bacon, sunny side up eggs, two slices of French toast and fresh fruit. The man had gone all out. Only his second day in her home and Y/n was finding she enjoyed his company. Used to being a sheltered, lonely hermit, Y/n worried she was growing attached too quickly. 

"I need to check your stitches later," Y/n pointed out as she picked up a strawberry with her fork. 

From the corner of her eye, Y/n saw Shisui tense, "It was fine in the shower," he lazily lifted his shoulder in an attempt to brush it off, "I took the bandage off." 

The shower? Y/n wondered what time Shisui got up. It was barely past seven in the morning. Y/n had always been an early riser. "How early did you get up?" She turned her head. 

"Five," Shisui turned his head, "What?" He asked at her incredulous look. 

"Are you psychotic?" She gaped, "I don't mind seven, but five?" She shook her head before adding, "I'm still going to look at your wounds." 

Laughing lightly, Shisui told her, "I was trained to wake up early for the day. It's one of the few things I can't seem to shake." 

Now feeling bad for her joke, Y/n attempted to move on, "The snow is supposed to hit in a few hours. They're calling for a few feet today alone. I'm hoping the roads clear so my brother can make it up." 

"Not in a hurry to kick me out?" Shisui was finding the light banter between the two rather comforting. 

Smiling to herself, Y/n replied, "You don't seem too stressed about leaving either." 

Neither could lie they enjoyed one another's company. A little over twenty-fours in and the two had fallen into a routine already. Shisui knew the storm was coming. He was afraid it would last far longer than the weather men had predicted. Y/n was prepared for the storm. But was she prepared for what the storm would bring? 

"The simple life sounds nice," Shisui said after a small pause, "Tired of being on the move all the time." There was no lie in his words. 

Humming, Y/n turned her head to look at Shisui as she said, "The life of a serial killer can be pretty overwhelming. Always having to move from city to city to keep a low profile. I bet it helps that you're attractive too. Able to lure the swooning women into your dark lair."