What am I to you? - Erasermic fanfiction

hangovers

Shota woke up in the next day around 7 am. A deem light comimg from his window was hitting his eyes.
The grim man groaned as he started to move around in the sheets and rubbed his eyes.
-My head... - Complained in a raspy voice. As he inhaled deeply and exhaled, the memories from the night before suddenly hit him and he sat abruptly on the bed. Shota looked over the the other side of the bed but it was empty. The sheets over in that side were messy tho, leaving a sign that someone slept in there.
-Hizashi...-Whispered the man.
He threw himself back and rubbed his face with his hands, trying to remember as much as he could from the night before. He remembered his smell. his kiss. His blonde hair. The hickeys. The gripping on the sheets. How tight and warm he felt. The moans and groans.
Shota doesn't remember any other drunk night being so clear in his mind like the previous one.
-Oh god the class! - With this sudden realization, Shota almost fell off the bed, only to realize it was Sunday. - oh great...such is my luck... - Sighed the man, falling asleep again, right there on the floor.

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*1 hour early*
It was around 6 am when Hizashi started to wake up. The man slowly opened his eyes and closed then again as he turned to his side. He opened them again, this time he was facing the sleeping mam next to him.
-(Oh right...) - thought to himself.
Hizashi's heart started to race as he started to remember where he was and what had happened. But seeing Shota sleeping so peacefully next to him started to calm him. He touched him lightly, really lightly on the cheek, almost to make sure the was real and not just a vision or a dream. What happened the night before still felt so surreal, even with the the ache on in his skin (probably from the hickeys) and the sleeping beauty right in front of him.
-(I should get out of here before he wakes up...) - With this thought, and really wanting to avoid the confrontation with a more sober Shota, Hizashi quietly and carefully got out of bed. Only when he stoop up he started feeling a bit of pain in his head from the drinking of the night before. He clumsy started to pick his clothes of the floor and dressed himself. He sure was glad that Shota wouldn't wake even if and earthquake was happening. He gaddered up his stuff and walked trough Shota's bedroom door, not before taking one last glance at him.
-(Man, Monday sure's gonna be fun...) - thought to himself as he started to think of the possibility that Shota could regret what happened between the two...he decided to shrug that thought off and deal with it later, now he had to get the out of there and go home.

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Shota woke up again at noon, still on the floor. He stood up, still feeling dizzy and started to head to bathroom. He walked past the the mirror, only to quickly look back at the mirror.
-(I'm a fucking mess...well, more than usual.) The black haired man turned on the water and hopped into the shower. As the warm water hit his back, the man let out a hiss in pain.
- What the... oh. - he didn't have to him too hard to realize what that pain was. He reached his hand being his back and felt slightly inflamed lines on his back.
-Scratches. Damn it Hizashi. - The man grumbled as he leaned his body onto the wall of bathroom.

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-Damn it Shota! - the top less blonde man complained, as he looked in the mirror. Dark, purple and red marks all over his torso. -What the hell, why so many?? You freaking animal... - Hizashi sighed, as he was suddenly was grateful that his hero costume covered up so much skin, expecially the neck region, because those mark were going to hang around for a couple of weeks.

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The shampoo was making its way down Shota's naked body. The man had a dazed off look on his face. He was rethinking last night's moments, over and over again, trying to re-live them, trying to feel the same emotions again.
Meanwhile, he couldn't help to question some things at the same time.
-(Does he remember everything everything that happened last night? Does he think I'm a pervert or that I'm a bad lover? Does he regret it? Was it just because of the alcohol? How does he feel about me? What am I gonna say to his on Monday? Should I do exactly what I did back then? Man oh man I'm so fucked...)
Shota decided to wash down the thoughts,  right along with the sweat and smell of booze, and decided to leave those problems for the next day.

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-(Does he remember everything? What did it all meant to Him? How does he feel about me? Did he regretted it? Oh my god, I hope I don't have to face him tomorrow, I'm so embarassed...) - This questions and thoughts hit Hizashi just like the drops of water hit his head, washing down the previous night. He could help but to blush when he remembered the magic that happened the previous night, it all still felt like a dream to him, like a fantasy. He felt a mixture of happiness, confusion, anxiety, love and arousal. A big ball of emotions, and he didn't know if it would get better or worse with the day that was coming.