Unmasking A Ghoul (Uta X Reader)

Ch.3

Sigh
Its been a day since the twins left.
And here I am. My hair unbrushed and in a messy ponytail. Wearing my Pj's aka sweatpants and a baggy shirt.
I can't help to think how rachet I must look right now, and just from the thought of it I burst out laughing.
So far its a little past noon and I've been doing laundry along with organizing my closet.
While 'organizing' my clothes they also made their way to my floor. And my bed. And basically making a mess of my room.
Here I am sorting and folding and washing, with nothing really on my mind.
Until I hear solid,
Knock knock
At my door.
Assuming it was the postal service or such, i opened the door. I mean they've always see me in my sweats and all.
Sadly for me, it wasn't the postal service.
It was none other than, Uta.
At this point I froze. Should I let him in and be polite or slam the door because... Well I look horrible.
Despite this I let him in. As I turn to face him I see he still has his back towards me.
"(Y/n).. Y-you... Ah... I'll be honest okay?" His feet lightly shuffle as he turns to me and says with his eyes gently closed,
"I missed you. Like I couldn't get you off my mind. I'm sorry if I caught you at a bad time, I just.. Wanted some time with you.."
What
Just
Happened
Before I could think twice I cooed out, "Awwwwwwwww!"
Which caused him to blush and lightly scold me.
After the moment passed I awkwardly excused my attire and explained that I was doing some chores, which he casually offered to help with. Dang, someone who would only look at your piercings wouldn't see this side of you, would they?
Just as that thought finished, I suddenly felt special. Super special. Out of everyone I'm the one who knows him maybe just a tad bit more.
I open the door to my room for him and gestire for him to go inside.
I open my mouth to offer some coffee but I hear the dryer's soft whirring shut off, it had become a white noise for me.
"Oh! I'll be back from the dryer! Uh you can fold some of the pile on the bed okay?" I said while folding my hands.
I rushed over to the dryer,opening and emptying its' contents into a basket.
Halfway in the hallway back to my room I hear Uta. It was quiet, but Im sure. Im sure I heard it.
I heard Uta whistle, a catcall whistle.
My curiousity spikes but as does my caution, I decide to speed walk, partially resting the basket on my hip.
I begin to imagine what situation I would walk in on. I mean all he was doing was folding my clothes so I could organize the drawer I was working on.....
As I think more, I realize a small detail.
It was my tank top and bra drawer.. Wasn't it?
OH GOD... Wait maybe he hasn't found them... I mean my tank tops are in the front so...
After much conclusive thinking I untensed.
Opening the door I saw him calmly sitting on the bed folding more random shirts from my pile.
I sigh aloud much to his confusion.
"Oh.. Uh-It's nothing..." I awkwardly explain with a blush.
Hm.. I guess its all good.
Flck!
My head snapped around from the unfamiliar sound
There.
Right in front of me.
Was the most prized thing to me.
My beloved (f/c) lacey bra.

My faced burned as he smirked and my mouth was agape.
"U-uta! Give it! Now!" I do my best to sound authoritive.
"Hmm? What (Y/n)? Do you need something?" He asked purposly rasing his hand higher and higher, out of my reach.
"Give it! Uta!"
"Now! Come on"
Right after I demanded again we both fell back onto the bed, mainly due to our awkward positions when we began this game.
As I lifted my head I orignally had a pout but then I saw his smiling face, and broke out into a laugh.

~~End of Ch.3~~