𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕕 // Guts x reader (+18)

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟜 | 𝕄𝕦𝕤𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕤

Your night is bad. Really bad.
Not only do you dream the most random and creepy stuff but you wake up all the time with a stomach ache.
By the sunrise you're giving up on sleep and drink half of the sink empty in order to get rid of your headache.

If there's one thing you want to avoid now it's eating breakfast with everyone.
You. just. want. home.

Next time you're driving with a separate car!
Although there won't be a second time. You're never setting foot in this area ever again.

Unsurprisingly Serpico sent you the new plan already, in the middle of the night. You never understood how a human is able to be concentrated at this time of the night but Serpico is a pro. Unfortunately that means you have to practice with him at inhumane times.

Half an hour later you hear footsteps from outside your door. It's 7:30 am which is why you didn't expect anyone else to be awake.
Usually people in your age sleep at least until 9am and this is even early.

The footsteps grow quieter which you interpret as this person's going into the opposite direction.
You wait a few more minutes with your ear pressed against the door but there's only silence awaiting you.

Suddenly you're getting very curious.
Who sneeked through the apartment at this time? And why?

Normally someone could just have gone to the bathroom but you expect every bedroom to have a personal bathroom.
There's no need to leave the room by this time.

Without overthinking your decision again you quickly change into the clothes you wore yesterday. With an excited smile etched onto your face you sneek back to your door and carefully push down the door handle.

Fortunately the door is new thus you don't have to worry about it squeaking. The door opens smoothly without a sound which gives you a satisfaction you didn't know you needed.

You peer into the mild living room and kitchen as it's both in the same big room. No one's here. Waiting a few more minutes you hope to see something but don't. Just as you want to return to your room you see a shadow.

It gets thrown through a big window  - the roof terrace!

As gracious as a cat you slide into the main room and hide behind a shelf. The shadow dances a few feet apart from you on the white floor. The door to the terrace seems to be opened for wind currents spread fresh air around you.

You peer around the corner of the shelf and your eyes bulge. In front of you is the most beautiful and artistic scenario you've ever seen. Gleaming in the morning sunlight are muscles on top of muscles on top of muscles. They move in synchrony and force the sun to rise in order to have a better look at their beauty.

Guts is doing exercises of all kinds. The sun is shining directly upon him as if only he had the attention of it.
The tips of his hair are gleaming reddish.

When he rises, his back facing yours his shadow once again towers over you. The edges of his body gleam white and make him look almost heavenly. Sweat adorns his chiseled shoulders. You notice a black tattoo on his neck but can't make out what it symbolizes.

Just then do you realize that you're staring at him like a creep and your jaw is hanging down in a very inappropriate way. You are just about to hide behind the shelf again when Guts turns around and allows you a wonderful view at his dayum pecs, his detailed abs, his welcoming v-line and -

"Do you need something?", Guts asks wryly and wipes across his forehead with a towel.

Hands up if you want to be that towel, you think unshamedly and inside your mind a mini version of yourself is raising both hands.