True Monster (Karma Akabane X Reader)

Shazai To Ukeire

I woke in a room that smelled like sea salt. It inflation my senses bringing me back to the world.

My body felt heavy like as if I've been in a deep sleep for a thousand years.

I felt nothing through out my body, if it was cold or hot in the room, I couldn't tell. But my hearing worked perfectly. I could hear three voices in the room. Two I could identify and one I could not.

The first voice I heard was stern and serious, like a business man talking.

The other one reminded me of a triggered teenager. Strong and puristant on something it was trying to protect.

The last one, stayed quite most of the time but made a comment here and there.

"You can't be serious, Karasuma-sensei!" One voice echoed through the room, bouncing its sound waves to make its way to my silent filled body. I immediately realized that the triggered teen was the same boy I shared a kiss with last night- Karma. And the serious man was Karasuma-sensei.

"Yes," he blantly spoke. "I don't play jokes like that, Akabane-san. Now like I've said for the millionth time, move a side." The sternness of his voice kinda shocked me out of my sleep.

My eyes snapped open to stare at a blank white ceiling. My body still felt heavy, my nerves numb, and my limbs felt like burning hot fire. "K-Karma?" I croaked out, trying to move my body around like a faintless portion doll.
The room fell silent, bringing me to stay in the silence too. My throat felt dry as a desert, probably the result from the screaming from last night. The pounding headache came back to bite me in the ass.

The weight from my lead filled body lifted away, as well as the burning feeling in my limbs. "Can I have some water?" I requested.

I could hear the slight shuffling around the room before a single person stood in front of me. It was a women with silk black hair tied up into a bun on the top of her head. She had round chocolate brown eyes that seemed to shine in boredness. Her skin was pale, a off shade of a piece of print paper. She wore a simple gray and white suit.

Her hand was extended towards my direction to realize she had what I had asked- a blue plastic water bottle filled to the rim. I lifted my arm up to take the bottle from her grasp. My arm shook and shaked, but I ended up getting the bottle.

I wrapped my hand around it and took it from the unidentified women. I twisted the top open before taking a swing of water. The liquid slipped through my lips, filling my once dry mouth with coolness. I was able to clear my throat without difficultly and quickly put the cap back on.

"Thank you."

The women nodded her head at me and stepped back into the silence. I didn't understand what was going on, but I knew that it had something to do with me. I sighed lightly before deciding it was time to face them. I elbowed the bed, allowing my weight onto my side before pulling myself up.

I wasn't self conscious about how I looked right now, it didn't matter when it seemed that I was about to have a important conversation.

When I sat up the red heads back was turned to me. His arms where folded around his chest as I could only guess he was glaring at the man in front of him. Karma had changed into a pair of long pajama paints, slightly stopping at his ankles. I couldn't exactly see what was on them but it seemed to be some type of cartoon character.

My eyes lingered on Karma's back for a few seconds. Or to be more precise, his butt. I know that it was totally odd that I was staring (even though I'm his girlfriend) but I've never seen a boy with such a round butt. Most of the time I see guys have an absolute flat butt which I always found odd. But I guess it was just a guy thing.