Laurel tree | Cyno x reader

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You stretched your arms, sitting up on the bed. It was a guestroom Tighnari had fixed for you. Yawning, you went to look at the window and check out if the clothes you had washed the day before had dried up. You would have to go back home and pack some things today. Touching the clothes, you were happy to feel that they dried. Throwing them on the bed, you made sure that the curtains were close and the door was shut. Your fingers held the corner of the shirt Tighnari lent you, pulling it up through your head. It'll only take a minute...

The door slid open, revealing the grey-haired man as his eyes climbed up. He intended on waking you up, wanting to see you. Standing there with his hand still on the doorknob, his eyes widened when they caught on to your undressing figure. He felt his whole body lock as you turned around and gasped. In an instant, his face began heating up. Feeling something unusual inside him, he held his breath in, deep down, he liked the feeling.

You quickly brought your arms down again to barely cover your body, your eyes wide. Of course this happened to you. You wanted a whale to spawn and swallow you whole right there. Furrowing your brows, you stared at him as he refused to move for some reason. You opened your mouth, but was too flustered to be able to say anything.

Finally, Cyno came back to his senses. Without even saying a word, he took a step back and quickly closed the door as he turned his back to you at the same time. He leant his back on the door, letting out the breath that he didn't know he had been holding for a while. Fuck! He hated himself for not knocking. A flash of the image he just witnessed crossed his mind as he felt his chest tighten again. He closed his eyes, trying to find something, any random topic to distract himself with. He did not want to think about you like that. A tint of red still visible on his cheeks.

Opening his eyes again, he got closer to the door.
"I'm so sorry or not knocking, I wanted to see if you were awake...Are you done?"

"It's fine! I'm almost there!" You lied. Walking back and forth in your room, trying to fan your face. You wanted to scream and cry.

After putting on your attire and wearing your headdress, you stood in front of the mirror, trying to adjust your hair. You took a look at your face; it was still pink. Holy archons help me.... You palmed your cheeks before convincing yourself you're a humble person and don't care. Opening the door, you were immediately met with him blocking your view.

"That was totally my fault, but I didn't see anything! So- no need to be embarrassed, okay?" He gave his eyebrows a raise; He totally saw something, you thought. Staring at him for a while, you looked shyly to the side and nodded. "Goodmorning to you too Cyno"

"Come on, don't hide your face" lifting your face up and then noticing the reason, he chuckled. "Am I seeing that right, you're blushing?" He smirked teasingly until you gave him a smug face, frowning. "Hn, should've seen your own face when you barged into my room like that." You waved his hand away and started walking to where you were supposed to eat.

Greeting Tighnari, you looked if there was something you could help him with to prepare breakfast.
"If it isn't our sleepyhead, how did you sleep?"

"I slept...great!" You paused as the bitter memory of Cyno barging in on you that you so tried to forget popped up again.

"I hope you're not lying." Tighnari said as he picked up the meal he had been preparing and set it on the table. Cyno was already sitting on one side, Tighnari went and sat on the other side. You looked for a minute until you followed and sat next to Tighnari, refusing to sit next to Cyno for what happened that morning. Noticing, Cyno slightly raised one of his eyebrows and Tighnari sighed.

"Thank you for the meal, Tighnari. Next time, ask me for help, okay? I want to at least do something in exchange for letting me stay here."

Cyno knew you were the type that always felt like paying people back, but to him you were exaggerating. Tighnari wasn't doing anything special by letting you borrow a room that's almost always empty.