Hope Fades OneShots

Densha Sokudo

You struggled to sit up. Looking around you it appeared you were in a messy house, laundry and decor scattered across the bedrooms floor. Sunshine peaked through the windows right onto your face, the golden light warming you up and making you feel happy sensations. Yawning, you flopped back down the mattress you had awoken on and rolled over to your side to check the time. Strange enough, there was no nightstand next to your bed as per usual. You sat back up this time, faster. Looking around the room more closely, you realized that for sure were in some random persons house. You dragged a hand down your face and moaned in annoyance, wondering how this happened. Standing up, letting the bed sheets fall off you, you also realized you were quite naked. With a shriek you picked up what looked to be your undergarments laying on the floor and  a large t-shirt you saw next to you on the bed and slipped them on. With a sigh you turned around, ready to find your stuff and leave. 

"Morning gorgeous." A fit looking man stood in the doorway, back against the door frame, lighting a cigarette. He was half-naked, only wearing some raggedy black jeans and looked to be in his early twenties. You looked away with the speed of light and grimaced, realizing what must have went down last night. The blonde boy let out a puff of his cigarette and ran an empty hand through his fluffy hair. 

Grasping your arm with your other hand for comfort, you awkwardly turned around and looked up at him, keeping your distance still. "H-how did I get here?" You sputtered out. He turned to you, his many long earrings bouncing as he did so. 

"You, uh, don't remember, do you?" He looked disappointed, letting out a cloud of grey smoke from his mouth and bringing the cigarette down from his face. With a heavy sigh he walked towards a small table and flicked the smoke into an ash tray. With his bare back facing you, he continued, "Need me to explain?"

You looked to your left, scratching behind your head as the room's energy felt tense. "Uh." You gulped, just wanting to leave the dudes house and go home. You have work tomorrow, and you needed to do the laundry today. "I think I'll just be leaving now." You rushed for the door but were stopped by his words once more. His voice was intimidating, yet soothing?

He ran his fingers through his hair again and turned his head to the side so he could see you. He smirked, briefly looking you up and down. "I can take you home if you want me to. Don't want your pretty face getting messed up by some hogs on the streets." He chuckled a little.

You sighed and nodded. Why am I agreeing to this? I don't even know this dudes name. He is just some one-night-stand. He walked your way and put a chilling hand on your shoulder, rubbing your neck and shoulder region. It was calming in a way. Ruining the moment, your stomach let out a ravenous growl. You shift on your feet a little and looked up at the man. "Do you have anything to eat first?" 

Soon enough you had entered the small kitchen. He didn't seem like a good cook so you just decided to make yourself some eggs on his stove, declining his many offers to make peanut butter and fluff sandwiches. He had been quietly sitting at the little wooden dining table behind you the whole time. Did you dare turn around and make eye contact with him? No, just keep cooking. Your brain demanded. Although you couldn't help but notice his gaze directly looking at your butt. Face reddening, you wished you had something other than underwear on. "Where are my clothes? My pants and stuff." You nervously said without looking at him, nervous to turn around and focused on your meal being cooked just right.

"Not sure." You could hear him scratching his head. "Probably in the wash."

"In the wash?!" You suddenly whirled around. "I need to wear those you idiot! You are such an absolute- ugh!" You shook your fists around in the air for a minute. "After I eat my eggs you're taking me straight home you dumb-ass!"