Dimension

Chapter 🍋

Warning: This content might not be suitable for younger audiences or people with easily triggered minds.
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Themes: 'Vanilla' intercourse

No advances or violence, just a little warning for people who might stumble upon this chapter who either:
•don't want to read stuff like this •are in public and anxious or •suffer from trauma and can be triggered

Do not be afraid of missing much for I will continue in the next chapter after the intercourse happened.

ENJOY!!!

The keys rattled as she fumbled with the lock until the keys slid in with a satisfying rattle. As soon as the lock clicked open, she gently tapped the wooden door with her foot, the gate swinging out slowly.

"You know...", the neighbors porchlight almost blinded her, eyes squinting at the burn "...thinking about earlier. It was like out of a Drama, right?"

His brows furrowed as he scanned the garden, "...Maybe...Don't really watch much Drama."

"Don't want to get too emotionally invested as it's time consuming and right out stupid?", she squeezed his hand slightly, rubbing her thumb at the back of his fuzzy hand.

"Exactly...", a slight huff of air brushed her wind braided hair out of her face, laughing slightly at his answer.

Fingers loosened from his soft grip, the keys jingle distancing themselves as she opened the front door before looking back, "You can to the barn and rebuild your little nest, I'll be right back!", And thus she disappeared into the dark home.

With a glance at his warm palm, he couldn't help but rub his face with it. Why he did it, he doesn't really know, but his heart can't take all of this happiness at once so something had to be massaged free.

As he shuffled towards the place he had been living in most of his time here, he glanced over the dark garden. The colorful lights of the lit she'd closeby painted the dandelions, gras and daisies. Little fireflies blinked over the garden like glitter.

Brown Fur peeked over the fence, landing on the ground with the gentlest and softest this before it froze up. It's perky ears twitched as it recognized that there was someone standing in the shadows. A pale face peeked through the low leaves of the tree he stood behind and thus the cat dashed off, unsure of the situation.

What a shame; Aizawa thought, sighing out loud and turning towards the door to clip it open. The light immediately dashed in each corner it could find as the light switch settled in it's opposite place and the latter raddled with each step he took upwards.

The place looked almost just the way he left it, except for a small spot fit for a person...most likely (Y/n). How long did she sit there thinking about him? How long will she sit there after he's gone again? Was it right for him to return? Or is he being selfish?

The blueish sleeping-bag laid at his feet, waiting to be used again. The camping bed-bench he had used clapped open with a satisfying smack. As he twirled the thread around the sack off, spreading out the sleeping bag, the door squeeled back open with a feminin huff from below.

"'Zawa!", she whispered out.

He glanced over the edge. Her eyes barely peeked over the mountain of things in her arms. A beige and red blanket, a big bottle of water, a bag of chips, a sandwich in a relockable bag with cereal bars squishing it and a portable charger connected to the same phone as she had once given him made her arms quiver. She hadn't thought about how to carry it up without a backbag. Raised eyebrows signaling him that she needs a little help.