ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕣 - Sanemi x Reader

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My summer vacation is ending soon.

This means updates will be slower (probably), my motivation will plummet, and I might just explode.

This goes for my other book too. Send help pls.

I woke up to birds chirping, sunlight hitting my skin, and a soreness I don't think I'd ever experienced in my life.

Hold on how am I even sore? Doesn't matter.

It took my groggy mind a few seconds to remember why I was feeling this soreness, but when I did, EVERYTHING came back.

Thats when I also took notice that I wasn't laying here alone, the presents of a man was near me. My man to be exact.

I turned over to see Sanemi lying shirtless next to me, one arm draped over my waist lazily. He was still sound asleep.

Upon remembering what happened the night before, I had to turn away, unable to look him in the face.

Theres no way we actually did that. Theres simply just no way.

I slowly took Sanemis hand off me, so I wouldn't wake him, then I went over to the mirror to see if there was any visible damage.

Oh boy.

There were marks covering my neck, down my collarbone, even some by my shoulders. I also just looked like a hot mess in general, but that definitely made it worse.

Time for damage control.

"Y/n get back here." Sanemi sleepily called out, still lying down on his back. I slowly turn around and glared at him, he didn't seem to notice the significance of this.

"Sanemi, you made me look like I was attacked by a swarm of bugs- oh my gosh is that a bite mark." He hummed smugly, getting off his side and lazily walking over to me as I plotted how to get back at him.

"I don't see the problem here. Looks fine to me." He was wearing just a loose pair of pants and no shirt, along with his messy morning hair, hands in his pockets, and that stupid amusement smile, which was making being mad a whole lot harder.

"You see, the problem is I'm going to be walking around like this all day. All day. This. Around people. In public."

"And?" He shrugged as I glared daggers at him, resisting the urge to strangle him. "Cmon, don't look at me like that."

"I'll look at you however I want, thank you very much." I turned back to the mirror, my hands clenched at my sides. He sighed and put his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"But I'm proud of those, you really gonna cover them up?" I felt slightly flustered for a moment, but I took that feeling and squeezed it back down to the depths of hell.

"Damn right I am. I'm going to go find something for that, pick up all the stuff off the floor as an apology." His eyes wandered to the clothing sprawled across the room, then looked back at me.

"But you took most of that off, shouldn't you clean up your own mes-"

"Sanemi I swear to god." He put his hands up and backed away from me, apologizing as I threw on a haori and clutched it around my neck. "I'll be back, I'm expecting clean floors."

And then I left the room.

I wasn't actually mad, I was just too embarrassed and flustered to act normal. I'm not good at this romance stuff.

I decided to ask the girl at the front desk if she had anything, any concealer or powder, because that was my best bet.

Its not like I know anyone else here.