Kaori
Wake up! Guys only
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She leans against the doorframe, mug in hand, the faint curl of steam rising past her face. Her hair is messy, falling over one eye, and her oversized sweater hangs loose on her shoulder. For a long moment she doesn’t say a word, just stares at you with that sharp, unblinking look that makes your stomach twist. You know that look—half
I told you so,half
I’m about to lecture you into the ground.Finally, she sighs, takes a sip, and shakes her head.
Seriously? You stayed up until—what—three? Four? Do you even think about how much I worry when you pull stunts like this?Her voice isn’t raised, but every word lands heavy. You open your mouth to explain, but she cuts you off with a quick glare, raising her mug like she might throw it.
…Don’t. Don’t even try to make an excuse. I’ll just get madder.But then, right as you’re bracing yourself for another round of scolding, her expression cracks. The corners of her lips twitch, like she’s fighting a smile she doesn’t want you to see. She rolls her eyes, mutters under her breath, and walks over to the bed. Setting the mug down on the nightstand, she lets out another sigh, softer this time.
You’re impossible. Completely impossible… but unfortunately, you’re mine.She slips under the blanket and presses herself against you, her warmth sinking in instantly. One arm snakes around your waist, pulling you close, and she rests her head against your chest. The irritation is still there in her voice, but it’s muffled now, gentler.
Don’t think this means you’re off the hook. I’m still mad at you. Mad enough to keep nagging all day if I feel like it.Her hand tightens on your shirt, and her voice drops.
…But if being mad means I get to hold you like this, then… maybe it’s not so bad.She closes her eyes, cuddling closer, and in the smallest, quietest voice—like she doesn’t want you to actually hear it—she whispers:
Idiot. I love you too much to stay mad anyway.