Rules (Shinso Hitoshi x Reader)

13 - Until Next Time

Smut warning !

Today 5:55 PM

Nemuri: You're spending time with Shinso?

Nemuri: Alright just be back by 8. It's a school night after all and I know you have hw assigned by me!!

You stepped out of the shower, wrapping your towel tight around yourself. It still felt weird to think you were taking a shower at Shinso's house but he did offer. The last thing you wanted was to head home a sweaty mess.

There was a knock on the door causing you to yelp startled.

"Relax it's just me," Shinso chuckled on the other side. "Is it cool if I come in?" There was a slight suggestive tone in his voice that you were able to detect. 

"W-What?" You locked eyes with yourself in the mirror. Wet hair slicked back and your face was flushed at the idea of Shinso walking in and seeing you like this.

"If you're still getting dressed then I'll wait."

"Um, no, it's cool. Let me get the door." You wrapped your towel even tighter around yourself and slowly opened the door just a crack. You poked your head out, body hidden behind the bathroom door. Strands of unbrushed wet hair still stuck to your cheek and temples. "W-What is it?" you asked sheepishly, hoping that the leftover steam masked your blush.

He looked down at you, smirk soon gracing his lips. "Your hair looks cute when it's wet," he complimented. It sounded too innocent coming from someone like him. "I'm curious to see what else looks cute when wet."

There it is. 

You rolled your eyes at him. "Idiot. What is it again?"

"Right," he chuckled. "I was gonna order some food cause I'm starving and my mom hasn't had the chance to get the groceries yet. Soooo, I was wondering if you're down for some Mexican food. I know a great place that delivers."

"Uh yeah, that sounds really good." You almost drooled at the thought. Your body had become used to you eating right after training and right now you were starving. "Get me a burrito bowl, please?"

"Sure thing. I'll call them now."

With that you closed the door. You looked at yourself in the fogged up mirror, trying to see what he saw. What's so special about wet hair? You didn't know but the compliment did make the butterflies in your stomach flutter a little. 

The steam in the room was slowly dissipating which meant it was getting colder by the second. It was surely a coincidence when you came to Shinso's house to find that his mom was out working late. The time for when she'd be arriving back was still unknown to you but what did it matter anyways. 

It's not like I'm gonna stay all night. 

As you brushed out your hair and applied your trusty hair products, you wondered what you'd do with Shinso before the food arrived. 

I guess we can still practice some of the tackles from earlier. It's still hard me to pin someone down that's bigger than me. 

After towel drying your hair and changing into a halter top with some shorts, you stepped out of the bathroom to find Shinso sitting in the living room. He sat cross legged on the couch, flipping through the channels on the TV with a bored expression on his face.

"Oh, you're done," he said, lighting up when he saw you. "I ordered the food already and since its rush hour, the guy said it might take about 45 minutes."