My Savior | A Munakata X Oc Novel {K Project}

Chapter 1 part 7

"I-I don't really. Like baths... sir," I said, but the look on his face gave me a odd feeling.

"Really?" He asked.

I nodded, having the feeling I've done something really wrong.

"Well, I can't let you go like this..."

go like this?

What is he going to do!?

I looked at him for a moment, he then held out his hand.

Once again, I was stuck in his trap.

I couldn't help but take his hand... his hand in mine, he walked me down a few halls before we stopped in a shower room. I was very nervous, I wasn't sure what he was going to do.

I looked at a cubby as I did what he said. Take off my clothes and hop in the hot bath. At first, I thought something bad was going to happen, but I guess he's just being open.

I wrapped a towel around me, he was already in the bath.

I slowly got in, and took a seat.

In the hot bath, I ducked under so my lips were under the warm waves.

Making sure I have big enough gap between me, and Munakata. I looked at him, he'd so calm and not saying a word. Until he realised I was looking at him. "So," I jumped at his words, "tell me. Why were you living on the streets?" he asked, I wasn't sure where to start.

"I... couldn't pay what I owned...." I said, that's all I really wanted to say.

"... You have a lot of scars." He said, I hugged myself, running my fingers over my scars as I looked away from him. "What's the story behind them?" For a nice guy, he sure does ask a lot of personal questions.

"I-it's... a long story... sir-" I heard him move in the water, but I wasn't sure where.

I was shocked when he put his hand on my back.

"For as many scars you have, I can only​ imagine what your story is." he spoke so calmly.

His actions were so unpredictable, I had no idea what he is going to do next.

He ran his hand down my arm, leaving goosebumps all over my body.

He lifted up my arm, the water making much noise when it ran off my skin.

He looked at my arm and the scars they had. He then looked at my hand, "they are small like a girl's, now I'm starting to question your gender too." He smiled, "I'm... a boy, sir." I said, trying to be as nice as I can.

He then reached for my other hand, taking it and observing every scar on it. "For a boy your size, I'm impressed with these scars."