𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 {𝙲𝚑𝚞𝚞𝚢𝚊𝚡𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛}

Chapter 104

I woke up to feel a pair of arms wrapped around me.

I realized I was facing Chuuya. My face was buried in his chest and his arms were around me.

I knew he had probably gotten me in this position while I was asleep.

I tried to pull away, but he had a firm grip.

I sighed in frustration.

I slipped out of his grasp and got out of bed. I looked around the bedroom.

I noticed the broken bathroom door was leaning against the doorframe. Chuuya must've picked it up. The nightstand he had thrown was back in its usual spot.

I looked around the room.

Where are my actual clothes? I wanna get out of this room..

I opened the drawer and looked inside.

Damnit..

I realized Chuuya's snoring had stopped.

I heard a shift from the bed. I turned around to see Chuuya sitting up.

"Wha..what are you doing?" He asked.

"Where are my clothes?"

"You're wearing clothes right now.. why would you need yours?"

"Because I don't want to wear your clothes and I want to leave the room. Where's mine?"

"They need to get washed."

"Then what the hell do you expect me to wear?"

"....Why do you want to leave the room?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because what if something happens to you?"

"I wouldn't care. Why should you?" I mumbled and walked inside the bathroom.

I looked at myself in the mirror.

I looked like shit.

I sighed in frustration and looked around for any of my clothes.

"Y-y/n? What are you doing?" Chuuya walked inside the bathroom.

"Looking for my clothes."

"They're dirty.. I'll get them washed. I already told you that."

"...."

"Do you want me to go get breakfast?"

"Why aren't we staying at the house?"

"O-oh... The Hunting Dogs.. It'd be easier to track you down if we were at home, so this is the safest option until this all blows over.."

If this blows over..

"What about the Scout and Cheeto?" I muttered.

"Kouyo will check on them everyday.."

"..Alright. When will my clothes get washed then?"

"Y-you don't need it done right now-"

"I'll do it myself then." I moved past Chuuya, out of the bathroom. "Where are they?"

"Y-you don't need them, babe."

"Yes, I do."

"Where are you even going?"

"It doesn't matter where I'm going."

"Please don't leave the room.."

"You sound like a kidnapper. Is that what you're doing? To keep me trapped in this room?" I faced him.