''❞ striker x reader ━
your existence feels like an endless cycle of boredom, sadness, and a sense of being lost. but everything changes when you stumble upon the harvest moon festival, a rare glimmer of excitement in you...
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a soft, ambient light filtered through the dusty blinds, casting a warm glow on the unfamiliar room. as you stirred from your slumber, the first sensation that registered was the persistent dampness clinging to your clothes. the rhythmic pitter-patter of raindrops against the window provided a gentle backdrop to the muted sounds of the city beyond.
blinking against the hazy remnants of sleep, you found yourself on a bed, the coarse sheets a stark contrast to the luxurious discomfort of the clothes you still wore. confusion settled in as you tried to piece together the events that led you here.
the room, though modest, held a sense of quiet tranquility. a worn-out rug adorned the floor, and a solitary chair sat in the corner, bearing the weight of discarded clothes. the air carried a faint scent of dampness, a reminder of the rain-soaked alley where you had found refuge.
as your gaze wandered, you noticed the door slightly ajar, allowing a sliver of light to filter in. the distant hum of the city, softened by the rain, served as a gentle lullaby, easing you into wakefulness.
you gingerly sat up, the stiffness in your muscles protesting the unspoken agreement you had with the cold, hard ground the night before. the fancy clothes, now crumpled and disheveled, clung to your form. a faint chill lingered, a testament to the night spent exposed to the elements.
the memories of the mission, the neon-lit club, and the chaos that ensued rushed back. the abrupt end to lucius's performance, the pursuit through the rain-soaked streets, and the fleeting refuge in the alley with striker.
as you attempted to make sense of it all, the door creaked open further, revealing a familiar silhouette. striker stood in the doorway, his attire still adorned with the remnants of the night's chaos. he had shed his vest, jacket, and hat, revealing the tight black turtleneck that clung to his form, paired with the same jeans and boots from every other day. a faint hint of exhaustion lingered in the lines of his face, and a subtle aroma of sweat and rain accompanied his presence.
despite the disheveled appearance, his expression, though still guarded, carried a hint of something you couldn't quite place.
"mornin', darlin'," he drawled, leaning against the doorframe with a nonchalant air.
you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the unexpected change in his demeanor. "morning? how long was i out?"
striker chuckled, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "well, you had quite the nap. figured you could use some rest after the little stunt we pulled last night."
a faint blush crept to your cheeks as you remembered the unexpected closeness in the rain-soaked alley. you quickly brushed off the thought and focused on the present.
"where are we?" you inquired, taking note of the unfamiliar surroundings.
striker straightened, pushing off the doorframe. "found us a little motel nearby. thought it'd be better than sleeping in the rain. you looked like you needed it."
