Feeling Fluty || Salamander Man x reader

Feeling Fluty

3:30 a.m.
Yet you were still awake and during this ungodly hour. Downstairs the only light source you had was coming from your computer screen that you were currently sitting in front of. You didn't even understand why you were up late to finish the project when it due next week's Friday. So you had plenty of time. The desk was crowed with books, papers, and multiple tissue boxes.
'God I hate the flu.'
Not to long ago you had gotten the flu out of nowhere and it was like a punishment to you. You blew your runny nose then crumpled the tissue tossing it into the trash bin with the others. Due to how many times you blew your nose or wipe it with a tissue you were certain that you were going to get tissues burn. After few minutes staring at the the letters that were on the screen you groaned in annoyance feeling the upcoming migraine. You pushed yourself away from the the desk and headed towards the kitchen. Scanning for the lights in the dark you coughed trying to get rid of the itchy feeling from your dry sore throat. As soon as you turned on the lights you cursed under your breath at the headache becoming more unbearable. Opening the cabinet above the stove you rummaged through the bottles of medicine.
"Ah ha!"
After searching for Tylenol. You grabbed a glass of water and open the cap poured out two pills. Placing the Tylenol into your mouth then drinking it down with water you placed the glass, in sink and left the kitchen turning off the light tiredly walking back.
"Fuck this I'm to tired."
You turned off the computer and headed upstairs towards your bedroom. As you made it to your room you collapsed onto the bed eyes closed with a relaxed sigh. Suddenly a tapping sound came from your window making you startled. Looking up at your window you see a man in his early 20's standing on the rooftop. His brown almond shaped eyes looked over at you. You were intrigued by what he was wearing. He was wearing a white bodysuit with the front zipper pulled down making his slightly toned chest visible to see. As he wore a bright green salamander hat with eyes. Lifting yourself up off the bed you headed towards the window unlocking it and opening it.
"Come in."
You beckoned him as he crawled through the window.   To be honest you didn't even know who this man was yet you let him into your room. If people saw this you were sure they would frown at your actions but you really didn't give a fuck. Honestly. You just wanted this flu to end. Intrigued by the man you sat yourself on the edge of the bed and watched him pulled out a flute from behind.
"Um.."
"Nyessss.." (listen)
He lifted the flute near his face and placed it at his nostril. Then he started to play Mary Had a Little Lamb with his nose. You hadn't realized that you were gaping at the talented man in front of you. Once the song finished there was a slight pause between the two of you. The man placed his flute back to wherever he found it and headed toward the window. Before he could leave you grabbed his wrist and stopped him.
"Wait! What's your name?"
He looked back and smiled,
"My name is Salamander Man. I'll be back next time and show you one of my most famous talent."
"And what is that?"
He chuckled.
"I can play the flute with my ass."
The room fell silent until you burst into fits of laughter.
"No seriously."
"Oh."
"Yeah. Well good night."
"Good night." You waved at Salamander Man as he headed out the window and jumped down off the rooftops running in the streets. Your body suddenly feeling worn out you head back to bed and feel asleep. The next morning you felt alive. Like you have been cleansed from the flu.