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I woke up with the weirdest mix of warmth and discomfort. For a second, I thought I was still dreaming, but the weight of a blanket over me and the soft sound of someone breathing nearby snapped me back to reality.
I was at Trayvon's.
I stretched slightly and felt the fabric of my costume cling awkwardly to my skin. Right, still in my damn Sukuna outfit. My chest was half out, some of the wrappings loose and one side of my pants riding up. There were faint pink smudges from the hair dye on my neck and arm. Cute.
I turned my head and saw Trayvon still asleep, mouth slightly parted, one hand resting close to me but not quite touching. He looked so peaceful. Kinda perfect, actually.
He blinked awake a moment later, looking at me with that soft, slow smile of his. "Morning," he said, voice all raspy and low.
"Morning," I mumbled, sitting up and instinctively pulling the blanket tighter around me. "I, uh forgot I had this on still."
Trayvon let out a quiet laugh. "You were committed to the bit."
I rolled my eyes. "Don't remind me."
He sat up too, stretching a bit. "Wanna borrow some clothes? You can hop in the shower if you want."
"Yeah, that'd be great," I said, more relieved than I wanted to let on.
Trayvon got up and walked to his room, then came back a minute later with a clean black t shirt and some sweats. "Here. These should fit."
"Thanks," I said, taking them, but before I could head to the bathroom, he stepped in front of me.
"You really look handsome in that costume," he said, a little smirk tugging at his lips.
Before I could roll my eyes again, he leaned in and kissed me. Once. Then again. And one more time for good measure. His hands were gentle, his lips warm, and I melted a little more than I wanted to admit.
When he pulled back, I just stood there, a little dazed.
"Go get changed before you start blushing too hard," he teased.
I scoffed but turned away quickly, walking to the bathroom with his clothes pressed to my chest. And as I shut the door behind me, something started nagging at the back of my mind.
We weren't together. Not officially, anyway.
We'd been talking for two months. Hanging out. Flirting. Now kissing. And I liked it but I didn't know what we were. And I wasn't sure if he did either.
I looked at myself in the mirror. Still in pink hair, messy makeup, wrinkled costume. I shook the thought away. One thing at a time.
I turned on the water and hopped in the shower.
When I stepped out of the shower, towel still half draped around my neck, the first thing I did was check my phone. My heart immediately dropped.
Three missed calls from Zarina. Two from Genesis. One from Dad. One from Mom.
