Underneath the Moonlight: REBOOT! || Osorō Shidesu x OC

11 - Date Plans

Week 2 (Weekend)

That Saturday morning, I had everything planned out, from my hair, to my outfit, to my makeup, even to what shoes and purse and sunglasses I'd wear out. It was the perfect first date outfit for meeting Aso on the weekend.

There was just one teeny, tiny problem.

I stood, a blushing mess in my personal bathroom, pouting at myself in the mirror, eyebrows furrowed as I stared at the purple oval-shaped bruise on my collarbone.

I'd completely forgotten about Osorō's... ahem, love bite, until I was staring right at it.

I frowned. I'd already done my hair and makeup to match the cute golden top I'd picked out... it fell off the shoulders delicately with short straps that shimmered with touches of glitter.

But... with this mark on my neck, I couldn't wear this shirt anymore without Aso seeing it. And I didn't have another shirt the same color that would match the color...

I huffed, stamping my foot as I tried to think of something. It was already eleven, and I was supposed to leave in thirty minutes to meet Aso in time for the movie at twelve thirty...

What to do, what to do...

And then it hit me.

I didn't have a golden shirt that would cover this mark... but my mother sure did, and it would still match the aesthetic I was going for.

I grabbed my purse and shoved my phone, coral lipstick and coral shimmer lip gloss, and sunglasses into it, then took my top off and slid my pink bathrobe over my gray acid-washed jeans, and scurried out of my room.

Watching every direction for either of my parents as I approached their bedroom, my mother's wardrobe being my goal. I slowly turned the knob to their bedroom door and pushed it open, stepping inside and shutting the door as silently as I'd opened it...

...just as my mom was exiting the personal bathroom, her hair in a towel, wearing her baby blue bathrobe and stretching with her eyes closed. Her eyes opened, and immediately locked with my wide eyes, and for a moment, we just stared at each other.

Then, she asked, "Athena? Do you... need something?"

My breath hitched, and I inhaled before asking, "Umm... I just wanted to borrow a shirt..."

"Are you going out today?"

"Yes..."

"Does your father know?"

"Umm... no?"

She paused, her eyes narrowing. "Are you meeting a boy?"

I gulped. "And if I said yes...?"

She sashayed over, calmly but swiftly. In one smooth motion, her fingers grazed my bathrobe, moving each side just enough to see my skin underneath — until she found the hickey.

Her eyes bore into mine, but I couldn't stand the look in them, and glanced away. In a hushed voice, she asked, "Is it the same boy who did that?"