Cant feel my face ➷ various!blue lock x reader

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Oli is so babygirl urghhh

THE NEXT MORNING,

you woke up to the ring of your alarm, groaning while stretching yourself to get ready for the day.

As you were done with your usual morning routine, you noticed the smell of food coming from the kitchen, drawing you right to it.

And there stood Oliver, with your Girish pink apron wrapped around his hips, preparing food for the morning.

Your giggle at his appearance made him look over to you, leaning against the door while watching him with a sly smirk.

He returned it, putting the last preparations onto the plate, motioning you to sit at the dinning table.

„Here. Thought you would like it." you looked at the plate with a skeptic look, earning an offended look from the raven haired.

„C'mon, I'm a great cook! Just try!" you carefully lifted the food up into your mouth, chewing down on it.

Oliver looked at you with excitement, waiting for your reaction. You hummed, delighted at the taste, signaling him that it tasted good. "Damn, it's bomb."

"Told you." he chuckled, making his way back into the kitchen to clean up.

"Oli'?" his neck turned towards you at the mention of his name, „you didn't have to. Really. You can stay as long as needed, you're no burden for me in any way."

He returned a wholehearted smile, „It's the least I could do. I'm so thankful for your kindness, Y/N."

You flashed him a loving smile back yourself, before eating up and making your way to work.

Oliver was quick to take your finished plate from you, saying his goodbye to you.

He decided to clean up the kitchen and then look for other things he could assist you with while you were already out for work, he just felt obligated to do so.

The living room was already tidy. He has also done the kitchen just now. Bathroom? Also done. The only room left would be- your bedroom.

He entered your bedroom, heart pounding in his heart as if he would face a frightening sight, clearly exaggerating.

He came to view with a fairly clean room, only noticing a full laundry basket at the corner of your lonely room.

He decided to do you a favor and clean your dirty clothes, even when the panties he saw made him act like a virgin boy, he still managed to tear his gaze off of them and throw them into the washing machine.

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Meanwhile, you, some hours later were just getting off from your shift, deciding to take a quick break in a nearby café.

You took a seat near the window, muscles visibly relaxing as you sat down, a small sigh escaping your mouth as your tensed face relaxed.

You ordered a small drink to calm yourself and get ready with whatever you would have to face when you come home. As you sat around, glazing around the café.

Once you enjoyed your drink, you were about to get out cash to pay for your order, but you noticed a fancy looking business card.

"You still got my card, right? Call me up whenever."

Right, Reo gave you that card. His number was on the back of it. Should you give him a call? Maybe the job offer wasn't that bad if you think about it twice. You would probably earn much more than with whatever you're working for right now.