As I woke up early in the morning at about 6:30am, all I longed for was a nice warm coffee - so after spending approximately 30 minutes rolling around in bed, I got up and headed towards my kitchen corner to brew some simple coffee with my coffee maker.
While the coffee was in the making, I began preparing breakfast.
A simple, plain toast with cheese on it.
Another one with Nutella - my secret obsession.
It was really difficult to prepare food with one hand.. But I somehow did it.
The only reason for it working out was probably that my broken arm was not in it's cuff yet, as I had to re-bandage it first.
To me it was still weird that it took so incredibly long to heal.
While yes, it was a bad injury, even the doctors said it should only take one or two months - but even now I still endured a lot of pain whenever I slowly moved it.
But at least I was able to move it a slight bit by now - which meant it could only get better - so sometimes I could use it to help me.. Even though it hurt.
The coffee finished at a perfect time, so I poured myself some in a cup and then eat breakfast on my bed - because it's the most comfy thing in the world.
After that I realized I'd have to fix my other bandage as well - so that's what I went off to do.
I headed to my bathroom to get ready and to fix all these bandages.
A radio began to play whenever I switched the light on - it was a nice way to wake up and it was quite interesting to hear the news while getting ready.
As I was concentrating, trying to not hurt myself, someone banged against my door, making me flinch and of course hurt myself.
"Damn!" I whisper-shouted in pain as I wrapped the bandage around my arm - I hadn't even started on the other one .. and I had no idea how to re-do it on my own.
Another bang.
"It's not even 8am, who the fuck would think it's a good idea to bang on someone's door at that time?!" I asked myself in annoyance.
Another bang.
"For fucks sake.." I murmured as I tried to quickly wrap the bandage around my arm.. Because I was standing in my bathroom in only my bra.. And I didn't want to open the door like that.
And once again, another bang.
I growled as I messily finished my bandage and quickly wrapped a towel around my body because it was the first thing I could find.
Bang.
Persistent.
My attempt to calm myself failed as I stood in front of the door, took a deep breath, prepared to open it and someone literally punched against it.
Are you serious!?
A now pissed off me then tore the door open - just to see an angered Renji standing in front of me.
"Are you serious?! People are still asleep! What the fuck do you want?!" I whisper-yelled at him as I stepped aside so he'd come in - so that my neighbours wouldn't have to hear it.
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Traitor (Renji Yomo x Reader) [Continued in a second book!]
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