~Tomoe X Reader: Book One~

23. Breakfast

Morning again...

You blinked rapidly, eyes feeling like they had glued shut while you slept.
You yawned and stretched, then sat up, running your brush through your hair absently.
If nothing else, you wanted your hair to look nice. Brushing it was sort of relaxing.

Your brain slowly woke up, and then flooded with the memory of last night.

The way Tomoe's lips had ghosted across your skin...
the feeling of his silky hair brushing up against your neck, the slight pressure of warm hands on your wais-

You buried your heated face in your hands at the memory, emitting a faint sound that you didn't know if it was the beginning of a squeal or a small noise of confusion.

Either way, you could smell food, and you were starving, so your emotions could be put on hold.
You flicked your eyes to your door, then wondered if your blush was recognizable.

Oh, gods, I hope it isn't.

You let your senses become enveloped completely by the smell of bacon, shoving your emotions down into a little, shivering ball in your chest.

You moved towards the door, and paused, fingertips freezing a hair's width away from the door handle.

You swallowed.

I can do this.

You hooked your fingers around the knob and pulled the door open, being careful to close it behind you as you left, following the heavenly smell of meat.

(If you're vegetarian, sorry! I like describing food, and I am a flesh-eater, just like a lot of you, but please just use your imagination or something if you're not okay with that!)

You entered the kitchen to see Mizuki at the stovetop, leaning over a steaming pan, his delicate fingers wrapped loosely around its handle and his face slightly flushed from the heat and the slight hangover he undoubtedly had. There were slight bags under his eyes, and though they were light, against his porcelain skin, they seemed like bruises.

"Mizuki-?" You called tentatively, and the shikigami shuddered a little, but wasn't surprised.

"Ah, I see you're awake!" He exclaimed cheerfully, almost all of his attention shifting up to you. "Go on and sit down... you must be tired, still. We went to bed pretty late, I think..."

You nodded at him politely and walk-slid into the other room.

Socks on wood floors are fcking awesome-

The kitchen and the largest room were pretty open, with the wall separating them only stretching from the corner to the counter. It was easy to see Mizuki clearly, and he faced you while he worked.

"Last night was a bit of a blur for me..." Mizuki admitted, and then flipped some type of sausage on yet another pan.

He smiled, then tilted his head a bit, but something about it was... dark.
"I hope you and Tomoe got along after I blacked out. What did you two talk about?"

You shifted, resting your arms on the table, but at his remark your face immediately flushed. "U-uh-" you stuttered. "We didn't talk much, I just helped him to bed-..."

You noted that Mizuki's grip tightened on the pan handle in your peripheral vision. "Did you..." Mizuki trailed off.

He silently continued cooking, and his white hair fell into his eyes. A feeling of uneasiness settled into the room, but it was broken by Tomoe entering.

His white hair was ruffled and messy, and his clothes looked like he had slept in them, which he most likely had. He regarded the room tiredly, yawning, and even though he had dark marks under his eyes just like Mizuki, and his skin was slightly blotchy and his whole being unkept, he was still hauntingly beautiful. The slight slope of his cheekbones, the perfect shape of his lips, the almond shape of his eyes, his eyes, the light behind his purple irises, and the beautiful curve of his collarbones, that peeked from the neck of his yukata-... he was just... perfect.

"You look like hell-..." You blurted,the absolute opposite of what you were thinking, and Tomoe groaned, the sound sending a weird shiver down your back.

"Thanks," he muttered bitterly. "I just got back."

Mizuki chuckled darkly. "Wish you would have stayed there, kitsune."

Tomoe growled and ran his fingers through his hair, and you were struck again by his beauty.

It's not fair. I can't concentrate-...

There was a second of silence, and his eyes locked with yours. You saw no flicker of memory behind those eyes. He must not remember...

"Oi, human. What are you staring for?"

You jumped. "Oh-! Sorry. You have a smear of something on your neck. Is it ashes?"

Tomoe rubbed at the small black mark, and then looked at the residue on his fingers, before smirking.

"I told you I was in hell~..." he said airily, and towards you, presumably moving into the kitchen, but he stopped when he passed you.

"Not that hell is a bad place. In fact, it's much more... entertaining... than anything upstairs."

He moved towards the kitchen again, and Mizuki hissed.

"Come in here, but don't do anything. I would just tell you to sit down, but really, you're a-... a-..."

Mizuki inhaled sharply, face turning red with anger. He lifted up his pointer finger, folding his other arm, tilting his head back a bit to lock eyes with Tomoe.

"You can't be trusted around (Name)!" He said matter-of-factly.
"If me and you are ever going to get along, neither of us should ever be alone with her."

Tomoe raised an eyebrow, looking unamused.
"I don't have time for this, reptile."

Mizuki huffed, but before he could speak, Tomoe cut him off.

"The girl's mine," he stated boredly, then smirked again, finding joy in the fact the shikigami was turning redder and redder, but unable to fight.

Tomoe waved his hand dismissively.
"As she said before..."
he leaned towards Mizuki for dramatic effect.

"I'm the Alpha."