°•Various One-Shots/Short Stories•°

Sakuya Nanahoshi(x)Reader ♡ (Vanilla)

We met unexpectedly.

Myself, being a waitress.
Him, being a hacker.

Just a simple wave.

It's amazing how two people can turn each other's life around.

Commencing as friends.

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I'm aware of Sakuya's distaste for women.
Fortunately, it appears the issue does not affect me, when we're near one another.

The night sky looms over the city, as the moon engulfs us with its' radiant beam of light.

The wind howls faintly admidst the trees.

My apartment being located a few blocks down the road, definitely had a few advantages.

Abruptly, the clapping of footsteps against the cement heaves me out of a daze.

Every muscle in my body contracts.

Paranoid, I proceed, picking up speed.

Undoubtedly, the anonymous silhouette follows.

My heart beats vigorously, resonating through my ears.

Shit!

Frightened, I scamper.

The sound of his footsteps grow immensely.

Please let me make it home! Please let me make it home!

I chant within.

Reaching my destination, unlocking the door, I sprint inside, secure the lock behind me, flicking on the light.

My legs are trembling, catching my breath, allowing my entire body to fall lax.

Clasping my cell, I dial Sakuya's number with haste.

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The knocks were quick and light.

Ambulating towards the door, squinting through the peephole, my eyes enliven.

Shifting the locks, inviting him inside, fastening the door behind me, he legs towards the couch.

"Do you want anything?"

"Cocoa." His voice is murmurous.

Shuffling my way into the kitchen, grasping a small pot from the rack.

Several minutes later, I glide back into the living room.

"Here's your--."

Unfortunately, Sakuya is asleep.

Setting the cup on the coaster, I can't help but to observe him.

His loose-fitted jumper of a sand-color hue rests on his shoulders, exposing his neck.
Although it has a hood, he rarely utilizes it.

His fair ivory skin appears smooth.
His lashes, drawn out.
His soft midnight hair, shines beautifully.

Inching in moderately, peering into the face of the man before me.

Though he is handsome, I've never had the opportunity to study him.

He's beautiful.

Casting eyes over his body, I come to a halt.

His lips.

Drawing in closer, pressing my lips against his tenderly.