Once you made it to the kitchen, you went over to the sink and filled it with hot, soapy water and watched it fill. About a minute later it was done, you turned the tap off and placed your crutches behind you.
You started washing up, humming a song to yourself. Ignoring your surroundings and just washing up all the plates, knifes, forks, glasses, even the breakfast bowls! Once you finished washing the cutlery, you moved onto the bowls. You didn't even notice the presence of a man behind you.
Not until you felt two cold, extra large hands wrap around your waist. You froze, sucking in a breath and holding it there. You felt someone's chin leaning down on top of your head, then you watched the thumbs on the hand slowly rub circle motions on your waist.
After a moment, you let out that breath, continuing to wash up like nothing was happening. You finished the bowls, then moved onto the plates. While washing one of them, the hands moved down to your hips, making you shiver. Their hands were extremely cold.
"Hands up, off of my hips." You said trying to sound brave though you knew it wouldn't work. The hands went lower, one of them finally rested on one of your cheeks. "Hey.! I wasn't talking to myself, get your hands off of me or move them back to my waist." You finally turned around, well, you turned your head upwards and saw that family, white, latex mask.
It was Michael who was holding you, which made you instantly shut up. You turned your head back to the sink, washing the plates. You still felt his hands on your body, simply holding you in place while one thumb was rubbing circles on your hip. "Michael, can you let go now? I'm done."
You reached for the tea towel, drying your hands. Once they were dry you tried to peel Michaels hands off of your body but they wouldn't move. "Michael!" You were getting a little bit irritated, if only you could see his face under that mask you would be annoyed.
His hands finally moved upwards, grabbing your waist. You let out a sigh, not knowing what to do. "I need to go to my room, can you let go? I need my crutches and then how about tomorrow I can stay with you?" You tried making a deal, placing your hands on top of his. The size difference made you want to laugh.
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(Looks something like that!)
"So, can i?" You heard a small grunt, then he let go of you, taking a step back. You grabbed your crutches, smiling to Michael then going off to the stairs. It was a small struggle getting up but you made it, then you headed to your bedroom. Seeing your bag in there made you smile, it was a small one that you brought with you when you left.
You got comfortable on your bed, then looked at the clock on your table, 8:46pm. You decided that you'd get changed into your pyjamas but that all changed when you remembered that you didn't bring any.
Groaning, you sat up and left your room. Heading over to Hannibal's room. You gently knocked on his door and waited for him to answer. You knew he was in there since his light was still on.
About a minute later, the door opened. "Y/N? What's wrong?" You looked over at him, he was sweating and his zipper was down. You blushed realising what he was doing. "I uh- I need some pyjamas..." he nodded, then walked back into his room. You waited for him to come back out.
After a minute he came out with some clothes.
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"Are these good for you? If not then I'm afraid you'll have to find someone else." You grabbed the clothes, they were one size bigger. "These are good, thanks Hanni." You walked off to your room, ignoring the fact you called him Hanni. You'd been thinking about nickname's for everyone but you didn't mean to call him it!
Once you made it back to your room, you quickly changed into the pyjamas and placed your clothes at the end of your bed, on the floor. After a few minutes, you finally fell asleep.
