SCENERIOS, HEADCANNONS, AND BEST OF ALL, LOTS OF FLUFF AND LEMONS!!!

[CHAPTER 8] SAKUSA KIYOOMI *Bacteria ED*

Currently, you were in Sakusa's living room, sitting on his couch and forcing him to drink from the same water bottle that you had just put your mouth on. Now, personally, I'm wondering how the hell you persuaded him to do that when EVERONE knows how much he hates germs.

Let's take a look, shall we, at how Y/n L/n, an oddball introvert, tried to get Sakusa Kiyoomi, a germophobic realist, to drink from her same cap without washing it.

______________3 Days earlier___________

Today, you convinced your mother to go with her to her workplace so you could miss a day of school. You were close to failing at your convincing, but you persevered. Your mother worked as a therapeutic consultant.

She didn't actually DO the therapy, she just kind of analyzed the consultant's situation and explained if they should actually consider getting professional help or not.

" Hey Marshall." Your mother greeted the male secretary fondly. A little to fondly if you didn't know better. She's been divorced since you were born, and you were glad, too, according to the story you were told.

Your father was okay, but he was drunkard who knew nothing but how to get into pretty women's pants and gambling. This is how you were born.

So, to say you were an 'accident' would only be the technical term. Yes, they were meaning to have a child, but not as soon. It was a surprise, not an accident.

That was before, however, your mother realized what was really behind his kind smiles and caring hands. She came home one night from a long, long day of grocery shopping, already eight months in, when the familiar smell of hormones caught her nose.

You know how it is, having heightened senses after being pregnant for so long. She opened the door to her room and a waft of the smell hit her nose like a truck. her husband was standing by the bed, seemingly reading a men's magazine with his bath robe on, though he didn't smell like soap.

" Hello, dear." She said with a smile. " Do you smell that?"

" Smell what?" He put his magazine down and went to her side, putting his hand on her stomach and making his smile grow extremely wide. " Oh, I think I can feel her kicking, sweetheart."

Seeing him excited about his new daughter made the woman feel bad for assuming the worst. She thought, maybe it was just some half eaten avocado or something.

( The smell of semen is comparable to avocado because it's high in alkaline.)

That is, until she saw the slightly damp bedsheets and a terrible job at covering it up with the covers. Just so she could make sure she was seeing right, she told him she wanted to sit down so she could discretely check it.

" Okay, this way." He helped her walk, but she noticed how he was guiding her to the chair by the window, using the fact that it's closer as an excuse not to sit on the bed.

" No, no, that's not soft. And my back is so achy right now. I just want to lie down". She calmly forced herself to the bed, not slipping under the covers to his relief. Not that she needed to. Just being on the covers was enough to feel how soaked the sheets had made the bedspread.

She still didn't want to assume the worst.

" Honey, were you masturbating while I was gone?"

' Maybe he just misses having sex with me while im pregnant" She thought.

" Oh, uhm..yes, I'm sorry, sweetheart, I thought you wouldn't notice."

Her breath of relief was shortly live as a soft giggle erupted from under the bed, followed by another soft 'that dumb bitch' .