Kyoko awoke a couple of hours later to the soft sound of Kuro’o’s breathing. His arms were wrapped tightly around her, his face relaxed. He mumbled something in his sleep, shifting closer to the woman. With another mumble, he buried his face into her chest, getting closer still. Kyoko realized where his face was. Her cheeks turned deep crimson red, and she moved a bit closer. Kuro’o slowly began to wake up, his eyes fluttering open. Seeing where his face was, he also blushed darkly while looking up at her. The genius surgeon didn’t move closer, but he didn’t move away from resting his head on her chest either. Kyoko smiled, kissing his head gently. Kuro’o closed his eyes, holding her close to him. With a bandaged arm, he began to lightly brush his hand up and down her arm. Goosebumps appeared on her where he was trailing his hand.
“Slept well?” she asked.
“I always do with you by my side,” he replied, giving her a warm smile.
Kyoko got her phone out, remembering what had happened mere hours before.
“You were really high a couple of hours ago babe,” she told him, closing her eyes and giggling softly.
“I don’t remember… Tell me, did I put anything in my mouth? It has an odd taste…” he chuckled softly.
“I gave you too much morpheme by accident,” she said sheepishly, showing him the numerous videos that she had taken. Kuro’o hid his face further into her chest, letting out an embarrassing moan.
“Did you have to record it…?” he asked her chest, face bright red from embarrassment.
She put her phone away, grinning mischievously. “You’ve got to admit you were pretty cute”.
“Was I now?” he asked her chest again, drawing his knees up.
“Yes you were,” she looked at him, ruffling his mismatched hair. “I loooove you Kuro’o”.
He smiled softly, holding her around the waist. “I love you too, even if you did drug me,” he pointed out.
She laughed, looking into his eyes. “I mean it. I can’t put enough emphasis on how much you mean to me,” Kyoko told him, closing her eyes as she hugged him tightly.
“Same goes for me, my dear. I’m happy I’m still alive to see you,” he hugged her back around her waist, head still resting on her chest.
“I’m glad that you’re alive too, unlike tomorrow,” she chuckled softly, feeling his strong arms around her waist.
He stayed silent, wanting to tell her something. He finally opened his mouth to speak.
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Nightmare From Hell
RomanceKyoko has always been targeted by assassination groups because of who she is. As the daughter of an assassin, it's always been like that, and it's been getting worse and worse since she became a world-known surgeon. Now, settled down in a house/clin...
