Cherry Blossoms ✔️

Thirty Four

Cherry | 34 | Blossoms

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Y/N had been expecting anyone; even a serial killer, but not Shouto with an adorable blush from the winter air on his cheeks, wearing a dark scarf and a navy blue jacket.

"I texted you," he told her. "I told you I was going to stop by to drop off a few things for you." He motioned the grocery bags on either of his hands. "I take it you were still sleeping."

Y/N flushed in embarrassment when she realized she was still wearing her pink pajamas with white hearts on them and that her hair was probably a birds nest. She tried combing her fingers through it.

"Sorry," she apologized. "I just woke up. I fell asleep like a rock last night." She felt the cold air graze her bare arms and she knew she had no other option but to invite Shouto in. She smiled at him. "Come in, please. It's cold."

"Thanks." He stepped in.

Y/N closed the door behind him. She'd never felt so happy that Chisaki forced her to deep clean their apartment once a week, and perform normal tidying every day. The living room was neat, and nothing looked out of the ordinary. She felt her heart start beating faster. If Chisaki hadn't left on his trip the night before...she'd be so dead. And so would Shouto.

"Is it okay if I set this down in the kitchen?" Shouto asked her, motioning the bags.

"Oh, yes." Y/N followed after him. "Sorry. Do you mind waiting here for a second? I'm going to go change real quick."

"I don't see a problem with what you're wearing," Shouto told her boldly as he took a seat in one of the kitchen chairs.

Y/N blushed. "Funny. I'm not about to walk around in my Valentine's Day pajamas."

"Okay," Shouto shrugged his shoulders as he pulled out his phone.

Y/N ran to her room. Never in her life had she changed as fast as she did then. Well, of course there was the soreness that had her taking deep breaths before she pulled on a pair of sweatpants. She made note not to get beat up next time. She put on a pink sweater and threw her hair in to a bun above her head.

She reached for her phone and cursed herself for not checking it when she'd woken up. She had two missed calls and two messages from Shouto. Sure, Chisaki had left on his trip, but that didn't make her feel any better. He had a tendency of being unpredictable.

Shouto was entering the one territory she tried to keep as far away from him. Her real life. Her real self. Still, she couldn't kick him out. He was her friend, and after everything he'd done for her she wasn't about to show him bad hospitality. She just needed to thread the waters carefully.

"Sorry for making you wait," Y/N called out as she walked into the kitchen again, only to be surprised. Shouto had unbagged all the groceries he'd brought and had pulled out a wooden cutting board. He was trying to mince mushrooms, but it looked like he was murdering them.

Y/N kept her smile hidden as she approached him. "What are you doing?"

Shouto was startled when she walked in, a soft blush on his cheeks. He'd taken off his scarf. "I was trying to cut mushrooms to make soup."

"Soup?" Y/N raised her eyebrows in question.

"When I was hurt, you cooked for me. I thought it would only be fair if I did the same for you," he declared. "Although, I'm sorry for barging in out of nowhere."

Y/N felt her heart start beating faster and her face felt hot. He really knew how to move her and make her forgive him easily. She came to his left side. "It's fine. Do you mind if I help?"