"I See Red"

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You woke up feeling drastically sh*tty.

The end.

In all seriousness, your body had succumbed to consciousness despite yearning to fall back into the comfortable envelopment of your bedding. And strangely enough, you awoke rather pissed at the fact that your boyfriend, Sakusa, was not by your side. However your anger was short-lived as you felt a certain wetness on your bottom. 

(Get yer' minds out of the gutter.)

Practically throwing yourself off of the bed, you stand up to see a medium-sized, crimson stain on your pure-white sheets. You could only pray to the merciful gods that the blood had not seeped into the mattress or else Sakusa will bring upon the end of poor little (y/n) (l/n).

"Sakusa's going to kill me..." You paled, sinking to your knees. 

"I just hope he picks the right color for my casket-- wait, would he even attend my funeral? I know he hates crowds but jeez-- he's the killer, he should at least take responsibility and see me off." Anxiously, you nibbled at the nail of your thumb whilst muttering incoherent nonsense under your breath. 

*swing*

*clack*

"Oh (y/n)..." Sakusa's monotonous vocals momentarily cast over yours, bringing panic to paint over your already ghostly features. "What're you doing on the floor, Love?" He inquires, walking over to you.

Thinking fast, you jumped to grab hold of the blankets and were quick to cover the blood-stain with it. Although, you forgot about your stained pajama-pants-- you were kneeling down with your back towards your boyfriend so of course it showed. 

The whole world seemed to slow and everything grew serene. You could only hear the petrified beats of your heart, as well as the impending doom known as Sakusa 'germaphobic' Kiyoomi drawing closer and closer to you until you can practically feel his breath fanning against your neck.

"Why don't you go wash yourself off? I'll take care of the sheets." He gently rubbed circles into your back, lowering his mask to give you one of his most reassuring smiles.

You didn't know if it was from the fear of your beloved boyfriend snapping at you or the relief that washed over you once you heard the genuine comfort in his words but you couldn't hold back the tears from trailing down your cheeks. 

Sakusa supported you as you stood and escorted you to the bathroom. Before you closed the door, you could still caught a glimpse of his smile, urging you onward, that whatever mistake you thought you'd made-- it was fine. 

Lapse

"You changed the sheets?" You meekly point out as you exited the washroom, hair damp and a towel wrapped around your body. 

The raven-haired ace turns to you and you noticed that he's taken off his surgical mask, his handsome face was on display for you to adore. 

"Yes. Now go on and change, we're going out for lunch." 

"I love you so much, you know that?" Your (e/c) orbs glossed over with fresh tears. 

Sakusa chuckled, "Of course, Love. You wouldn't have accepted my courtship had you not possessed any feelings for me." He says, approaching your smaller frame. 

He takes you into his arms, and you accepted the notion of snuggling closer against his broad chest. "What makes you think I'd be angry at you?" Sakusa brings his hand up to softly comb through your wet (h/c) locks, causing a satisfying shiver to run down your spine. 

You buries your face into the comfort of his jacket before speaking, all muffled. "I thought you would hate me for ruining your precious white sheets." 

"Seriously? I could always buy new ones. Besides, your period's a natural process, you can't help it." Silence followed your boyfriend's kind statement, until you developed a certain urge.

"What would (f/f) smoothie with bacon strips taste like, I wonder?" 

"(y/n) (l/n), you're on your period, not pregnant."   

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Word Count: 700

Hope you enjoyed, sorry if that was crappy.