𝗠𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗕𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘀 | 2-D x Reader

nine

"Lemme check."

You quickly turned away to face the cupboard, letting out a sigh. As you rummaged through the miscellaneous boxes and tins of tea paraphernalia, you considered just running out of your apartment to escape what had just happened. Your mind was racing, replaying the moment over and over again, each reiteration somehow more mortifying than the last. You winced as you contemplated how unconvincing your lie seemed. Who just puts on a random t-shirt three sizes too big and doesn't realize it's not theirs? You ruminated on all the possible assumptions the blue haired man was making right now. He probably thought you were some creepy parasite of a girl that became clingy as soon as a boy did so much as glance at her. As you poured some hot water into a mug, you cursed under your breath at the kettle, who was the one responsible for waking up the stranger and condemning you with this embarrassment in the first place.

"Here," you said dully, sliding the cup across the counter.

"Have you anyfink for a headache, too? I've got a bit of a hangover."

"Sure." You opened a drawer and fished out a bottle of aspirin, "How many?"

"Just two, fanks." You felt your eyes light up as you remembered the stranger's name, 2-D. You rattled out four pills from the plastic jar, two for him and two for you.

"2-D, right?" You asked as you passed him the capsules.

"Yeah," he nodded, swallowing the pills dry as though he was quite accustomed to it. You downed your own with your now lukewarm tea and reached back into the drawer, coming out with a package of some other medication. As you gulped down a single tablet, 2-D inquired, "What kind of painkillers are those?" He had a hint of mischief in his voice that flustered you.

"These? They-they're not painkillers," you explained, your face growing hot. You glanced up at him, noting his puzzled expression."they're for, y'know, stuff like last night."

"Last night? What happened last- OH." 2-D realized. "Wait, so we did it wifout a-"

"MHMM," you cut him off, your face now redder than it was when he noticed your choice of clothing. You took a swig from your mug in an attempt to extinguish the humiliation burning inside you.

"Shit, I'm sorry. So sorry. I-I didn't mean to embarrass you," 2-D apologized profusely, hiding his face in his hands, "God. I'm such an idiot." Despite his obvious remorse, you couldn't help but giggle at his sudden realization of shame.

"Its okay," you assured with a laugh, "you didn't know."

"Yeah, but still. It was quite stupid of me. I'm really sorry."

"Its fine, relax," you urged. You didn't want the day to be more awkward than it was already.

"Fanks."