"- Promise? - Promise."
Shohei Ohtani, a baseball superstar worldwide, carried the weight of an injury that threatened to shatter his dreams. He now faced not only the painful physical injury, but also a disease that posed threat to his mental healt...
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Y/N's POV
The very last thing I remembered about last night was me falling in Yoshinori's arm, and the rest was just some blurry dreams of mine. When I opened my eyes, an indescribable feeling surged in my thoughts. Every muscles on my body was sore. I was not in my full clothes like yesterday, just only my top and my underwear. I sat up and looked around. My mini skirt was thrown onto the floor. A splitting headache hit me, maybe it was the result of my hangover. My throat was dry, my mouth was dehydrated. My condition was really suck.
But what more suck, was the fact that I was lying next to him, Yoshinori.
What the hell did we do? He naked, snoring next to me. Did I really ... sleep with him?
One night stand with your ex boyfriend?
My heart beat fast when I thought of it. But how could this be possible? How could I not remember anything after all? I knew Yoshinori for many years, he never went beyond limitation without my agreement. The remain possibility was that we did make out but I had amnesia after that, or even something happened that erased all memory of last night. Was it an accident? Or perhaps he fell unconscious before doing it? No, I'm sure he didn't fall unconscious. If he didn't, there was no way ....
Yoshinori was still sleeping. I silently stepped out of the bed. When I stood up straight, the lower part of my body was still limp. I tried my best to reach out to my mini skirt, tucked it up and headed to the bathroom.
Reaching the sink, I turned on the water. Its splashing on my face kept me thinking straight. Looking myself at the mirror, I felt blank. I didn't know how to react. Just imagined what we did last night sent shivers down my spines. I mean, we did it when we were in love, he even the one taking my virginity. But this time, it was different. We were no longer in a romance relationship, at least he needed consensual from me. If he really touch my body when I was unconscious, I could never look at his face normally again. I did hope that I was awake at that time and everything was just accident. What was in his head when he did it? What did he think of it?
What did Shohei think if he knew this?
This question popped up in my mind out of the blue. Why did I care about what he think about this? It wasn't any business of his. But then why was this happening to me? Why did I want him related to my life so much that it hurted like this? I couldn't understand my feelings.
I was so deep into my thoughts that I didn't realize someone put their arms around my waist. "Morning," a familiar voice greeted me.
"Yori" I was startle answering him without turning.
I heard him chuckle, "You woke up so early."
"I slept enough, Yori" I said, facing his reflection when still looking into the mirror. Then I reached for the washcloth on the right, trying to get out of his arms.
