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

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The left side of his body facing you Guts leans against the kitchen counter and stares at the kettle as if it were his enemy. He's wearing a loose shirt and sweatpants.
A cup is placed between his exposed forearms which lay on top of the counter.
You can see a tea bag laying next to the cup.

Is Guts ill? You don't expect him to be a tea drinker. Especially not in the middle of the night.

"Oh hi, I didn't expect you to be awake", you greet him with a high pitched voice.

Guts slowly turns his head towards you and eyes you from head to toe. There's a certain expression in his eyes which you can't quite grasp. On top of that he looks extremely tired.

Why would he make tea at this hour anyway? He looks like he could use some sleep.

You raise your hands as you remember your conversation from earlier.
"I'm not drunk ... just tired", you say with a smile.

Guts grunts and turns his attention back to the kettle.

The way his butt looks in those sweatpants is just -

"Do you work there now?", Guts asks with a dull voice.

Why is his voice a trigger for goosebumps?

"Yep."

"You met Slan?", he wants to know.

You notice how his tone got ... more interested. And it bothers you.

"Of course. She's cool", you lie.

He turns his head back to you and stares at you with a doubting expression.
You return his gaze.

"Okay," he eventually says and turns his attention back to the kettle which just finished boiling water.

"You drinking tea?", you want to know as if you hadn't already seen it.

"Mhm."

Gosh, this is so annoying.
Fine, if he doesn't want to chat you won't.

You raise your chin and walk past Guts, heading for the fridge.
You feel his gaze on your neck and you hate that tension zigzags through you.

You open the fridge and immediately notice the plastic box among Guts' stuff. There's pizza inside.

"You can eat it if you like."

You peer over your shoulder at Guts, whose gaze is fixed on you while he pours steaming water into his cup.

"Really?", you ask, the hope blossoming in your voice.

He nods and takes his cup into one hand. Then he leaves the kitchen without another word.
Moments later you hear the TV.

*

Eating your dinner alone in the kitchen you listen to Guts' movie or whatever he's watching while planning tomorrow.

Guts doesn't make a sound or even leaves the couch for the time being. When you walk through the living room to get to your own room he doesn't pay you any attention.

You get a glimpse of what he's watching though. It looks like a documentary about the old egyptians.
Is he into history?

You wish Guts a good night before he can notice that you're stalking him.
He doesn't answer. What a miracle.

***

The following day you await Serpico nervously. It's your first time practicing in your new home and it's somehow weird that Serpico has already been here before. Just not because of you.

He is sashaying through the place as if it were his own. Clearly feeling more comfortable here than you do. You just wonder if he would behave this way if Guts was here.
You didn't hear him leaving but it must have been early.

"Have you had enough time to practice?", Serpico asks while unpacking his violin.

He decided it best to play in the living room due to the high walls and the space. Again you're relieved that Guts isn't home.

You adjust your shoulder rest and answer without looking up: "Yes, I played a few times yesterday and the day before yesterday."

"That's what I wanted to hear. There's always time for a little practice. Especially since you're unemployed", Serpico comments without noticing how direct his choice of words is.

"Actually I have a job since yesterday", you interrupt and skim through your music sheets.

Serpico looks up from his own sheets.
"Really? What kind?"

"There's a bar not far from here. It's called Sir Williams", you tell with a grin.

Serpico's gaze lights up for a second then turns pensive.
"Isn't that where Slan works?"

You stop short.
"You know Slan?"

Serpico smiles a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.
"Griffith and her often ... have contact when they're both single. Sometimes even when they aren't. Both aren't really loyal."

Damn. So you should get used to Slan being a dick because of an ex lover?
Is this why Guts asked you about her? Is he concerned about Griffith? About his reputation? Or is it about Slan?

"But who am I to judge? I barely know any of them. We'll start with page twelve", Serpico switches topics and puts his violin on his shoulder.

It just got interesting. Typical for Serpico to not continue exactly then.
You open said page and sigh.
"Ugh, I hate that part."

Serpico chuckles.
"I know. I heard it last time. Hopefully you improved."

You roll your eyes. What a motivating speech.

"I saw that", Serpico comments.

With this you begin to play, Serpico correcting you now and then. He joins you as soon as you nail it.

An hour later Serpico is satisfied thus you speak about Farnese's birthday. About the play the two of you are gonna present together.
You propose a few of your favorites.

In the end it doesn't matter what you want to play. Serpico decides.

*

"Can you pick me up tomorrow?", you ask your teacher as he is about to go.

You have no clue where Farnese lives and since you don't have a car and Serpico does ...

"I'll be there way sooner. Plus, your roommate is going there, too. It would definitely make more sense if you went with him."

You hesitate.
"What? Guts is coming ??"

Serpico raises his eyebrows.
"Of course. Wasn't that obvious? Him and Farnese are close. I told you about that."

Shit. Fuck.
Now you have to play in front of him. And look good doing it.

"Gods. If I have to rely on that man's appearance I can also just stay at home", you whine.

Serpico smiles.
"He isn't that bad. But message him to be safe. You don't want to surprise him tomorrow, do you?"

"Alright", you sigh.

Serpico steps out of your apartment, then turns back to you.
"Remember, the dress code ..."

"Yes, I'm not that stupid."

A broad smile appears on Serpico's lips.
"Great. Then I'll see you tomorrow. Practice a little bit so you don't humiliate me."
He winks at you.

"Right, no pressure."

As soon as he is gone you let out a big sigh and fumble out your phone. You scroll through your contacts and message Guts.

You
Hey, I just heard that you're going to Farnese's birthday party tomorrow. Care to be my ride? I don't have a car yet. It's completely understandable if you don't want to.

Your heartbeat is speeding. Hopefully he won't say no. That would be so fucking embarassing.