✿Shielded Hearts✿ ~ Naofumi x Reader

Chapter Two: You Know This Weirdo?

A/N: yee yee. Okay I'll actually get into the damn story now. ˎ₍•ʚ•₎ˏ Van as in Van Reichnott. (b/f) means breakfast food, not boyfriend so don't panic.

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Van is standing at the foot of my bed when I wake. "Good morning (Y/n)," he says cheerily. "Did you sleep well?"

"How are you always happy in the morning? And to answer your question no, not really," I groan. I sit up and move the (f/c) sheets away from me. Van walks over to the window as I stretch my arms.

He looks out at the town and says, "I think it would be best to go for a walk. Gets your body going, you know?" Van turns his gaze back to me. I spot a twinkle in his eye.

"Ugh. Fine. But only this once. Now get out so I can change."

He smiles. "Excellent. I shall have breakfast prepared once you are down."

Van walk to the door but stops once he gets there. "Oh and (Y/n)? Nice underwear." So that's why I felt colder than usual.

"Van I will fUCKING KILL YOU!" I shout at him as I pull the covers back over my body. Damn that bastard. What a perv.

"Empty threat (Y/n)," I hear him laugh as he closes the door.

I roll my eyes. We've known each other for two years now, but I know him the most out of my other friends.

The first time I met him was at a bar gig. Now, Van isn't the type to go out for a drink, but his friends made him go. Coincidentally, I was playing in the same bar that night. He had heard me perform and applauded me when I finished my song.

After we had gotten to know each other, he walked me back to the inn I was staying at. He told me I was free to visit his mansion anytime. So I'm here.

I stretch a bit more and shove the covers out of my way. My legs move me towards the dresser my clothes are in. As I put my (f/c) cloak on over a black/white tank top, I begin to wonder about my dream. 'Who do I have to save? Man I did NOT sign up for this.'

"(Y/n) hurry up," Van knocks on the door. "Breakfast is getting cold. I made your favorite~"

"Yeah yeah. I'm coming," I huff as I walk out of the room, shutting the door behind me.

He beams at me. "Well, don't you clean up nicely."

"Shut it, Van," I grumble, a small blush visible on my cheeks. He giggles, and we proceed to walk to the dining room.

We talk about various things, mainly about the waves, on the way down. It's always interesting to know what Van has to say on a particular topic. He agrees with me that the waves are dumb, but he feels that there's something going on behind the scenes. Something that only a select few know of.

"But that's only speculation," he tells me.

"It's still an interesting theory though."

Van sighs. "Yes, but maybe I'm over thinking things."

Before we reach the dining room, the scent of (b/f) hits me. Not literally, though, because that would be scary. My mouth starts to water, and I almost run to the table. Van grabs my hood before I get the chance to.