Eclosion | Kami x Reader

II. An Innocent Sin

-11th of July 1998, Tokyo-

A week flew by since you and Ukyo last met. Both of you kept in contact, speaking almost everyday at work and he even called you a few times. The conversations were usually about nothing really. Just talking about your day and so on. But it didn't seem to bother Ukyo at all, he seemed satisfied with just talking to you. He said you were a fun girl. Nothing much happened other than that. And to be honest your relationship with Ukyo didn't change that much either. Not yet. Which is very much understandable of course. The change is yet to come.

You shifted and turned in your comfy sheets, the morning sun shining through the windows and tickling your nose. Everything was quiet. All you could hear was cars passing by in the distance and some birds lovingly chirping near. You wished you could just sleep forever and live in your dream land. The buzzing of your Nokia suddenly woke you up. You groaned in irritation as you were dragged out of your comfy slumber. You blindly reached for you phone on the nightstand, accidentally knocking a few things over. You brung the small phone to your face and opened your sleepy eyes.

"Wanna go out today? :-) -Kami" written on your retro screen. You thought about it. The whole week was very stressful to you. You were happy to finally get the weekend off. You really wanted to enjoy at least the bit of the rest you hardly ever got. Meaning, you don't really wanna do anything today. Sorry Ukyo.

You began to type in your fake excuse. "Sorry, I'm busy today. Maybe tomorrow." You sent the message, dropped the phone next to you and covered yourself in the sheets again. And almost immediately, the phone buzzed again. You groaned in annoyance. "Gosh, can't this guy give me a break?" You thought to yourself as you read his text message.

"Damn, I have tennis practice tomorrow." As you were about to type 'ok', another message popped up. "But I guess if you'd like to, I could take you with me. :)" Was he really all that interested in you? You decided to come up with another fake excuse.. which wasn't actually a fake excuse.

"I can't play tennis and I don't even have a rocket or anything." Your phone buzzed almost right away.

"It's okay, I'll teach you. I play with a tennis machine all the time anyway. I'll lend you a rocket." You sighed in defeat. You felt bad, so you stopped coming up with lies and you gave in.

"Fine." You sent your message. Kami again replied right away.

"Ok. I'll come pick you up around 12 tomorrow. :-)" You were glad he at least gave you time to have some proper lunch.

You threw your phone to the side of the bed and layed back down. You threw the blanket back over your cold body. The warmht of the blanket felt so comfortable against your skin. You felt lightheadead and your eyelids fluttered shut. It's time to catch up on the sleep that your work, and now even Kami, took from you.

-12th of July 1998, Tokyo-

It's Sunday around 11 AM, almost 12. Even though you woke up kind of late, you already had something small for lunch. Nothing too big of course, b'cause you wouldn't be able to exercise that way. At the moment, you're scanning through your closet, trying to find something suitable for your tennis practice with Kami today. You looked through the clothing. Piece by piece, shirt by shirt and shorts by shorts. A t-shirt finally catched your eye, so you picked it out to take a better look at it.

"It sure is quite some time since I last wore this." You thought to yourself as you made up your mind and threw the shirt over your shoulder. You picked out a pair of shorts, that you thought would look good with it and also threw it over your shoulder. You crouched down in front of your drawer, the cold floor hitting your naked knees, and picked out your underwear along with your socks. You got up and shut the drawer with your foot. You threw the clothing onto your bed and grabbed the hem of your pajama shirt. You slowly lifted the shirt over your head, the cold air hit your naked skin and your hair tickled your back. You tossed the shirt onto your bed and did the same with your pajama bottoms. As you got dressed, you felt the shirt hug your body a little bit too tight. Then you went to look in the mirror to examine your final outfit. "Damn!" You said to yourself as your eyes widened at the sight of you in the mirror. The shirt hugged your body so nicely. It was tight against your skin, making your curves pop up so nice. You sure did grow a lot. You gawked at your reflection. You don't really wear tight clothing, you're not a teenager anymore. You went to take it off, but you stopped as a thought crossed your mind. So you let your hands fall limp against your sides and decided to risk it.