Traitor (Renji Yomo x Reader) [Continued in a second book!]

Feelings Are A Deadly Thing

I didn't speak to him after he showered.

This time it was me who was trying to avoid him.. Or at least tried to.

That night I didn't sleep well. I was even more confused now and sincerely hoped he'd tell me what was wrong with him soon.

What really bothered me was that I told him that I had feelings for him but he didn't care at all.

It made me question what I was expecting. Was I expecting him to hug me tightly, be all happy - No, that was too unrealistic since he was rather "shy". Was I expecting him to ignore that and act as if I never said that - No!

So? What was I expecting then? I was expecting him to understand and to be.. Glad that I was remembering us and maybe I even wanted him to be excited because he managed to make me fall for him once again.

But no. He just completely ignored it.

Something was off and I knew it, yet I couldn't figure out what it was.

And all of this just kept bothering me so that it became very difficult to catch some sleep - my brain just didn't want to shut up.

Either way, after what felt like 20 hours of tossing and turning I finally managed to doze off.

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A nice smell made me wake up in the morning.

What time is it ..and what's this delicious smell..

The clock said it was 11am, which was totally fine considering I'd have to work at 2pm.

Just as I sat up the door, the bedroom opened and Renji walked inside.

He was carrying a tray with all sorts of things on top of it.

His face was emotionless, he didn't even smile when he saw that I was awake - instead he froze and stopped for a second when our eyes met.

Huh.. did he make breakfast for me?

Maybe he forced himself to do it.. He doesn't seem like he wanted to..

"Good morning" I mumbled as I lifted my arms to stretch them.

"M-morning" he replied quietly as he walked over to me, "I made you some breakfast"

"Oh.. uh. Thanks" I said as he put the tray onto my lap.

After he stood straight again we stared at each other for a few more seconds before he prepared to leave.

Once again something inside of me wanted to reach out for him, wanted to pull him back but at the same time I knew I'd regret that.

But still, I took his hand gently.

"Don't you wanna eat yours here as well? It's your bed after all?" I asked.

"N-..no" he murmured a little hesitant.

Should've known..

I let go of his hand and glanced at the food while he left.

Everything was decorated nicely - like.. He put thought into it to make it look better.