#GIVING YOU SOO MANY FOREHEAD KISSES AND SENDING YOU AND HIROMI ON A WELL DESERVED VACAY!!!

[mrsoharaa]

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Put a Shirt On

Shoei Barou x Reader ~ @mrsoharaa, this one's for you pookie, hope you feel better!!!

Y/N fiddled around her pocket for the key to her apartment, this was not an easy task considering the numerous grocery bags she had looped over each arm. Since one of her guests had decided that he would be staying with her indefinitely, she’d had to make more grocery runs than usual.

“Great, just great.” She muttered to herself, banging her head against the door. That brought the attention of her guest. Suddenly the door opened, and she rushed inside to put the bags down. “Thank you!” Y/N called over her shoulder in her hurry reach the kitchen counters. Setting the bags down with a satisfied huff, she brushed a hand over her hair and sighed. “You would not believe,” As she turned around her words trailed off, along with her concentration. “Barou?”

“Yeah?” Barou had moved to the other side of the counter, reaching for one of the bags to empty its contents. Holding a box, he looked up at her and quirked a brow.

“Why, um,” Fumbling with her words, Y/N pulled at her shirt collar and cleared her throat. Barou merely smirked at her and went back to unloading the bag. He knew exactly what had caused her attention to trail off.

“Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” The words came out all on top of each other, and she had braced her hand against the counter top, leaning her weight on it.

“If I am not wearing a shirt, will I not receive service?” Barou closed the cabinet he’d opened, and leaned against the counter, mirroring her position. He bit back a chuckle at the scarlet hue her face turned.

“What on earth do you mean by that?” She squeaked out. Barou had to chuckle. Pushing away from the counter, he resumed unloading the groceries, making sure to exaggerate every flex of muscle when he had to reach for something, or open a cabinet. Glancing over his shoulder he noticed that Y/N was sitting on one of the stools just staring at him blankly.

Barou felt a sense of satisfaction at how he could bring this intelligent woman to unintelligible speech. He wasn’t as stupid as people seemed to think he was. Ever since he’d first noticed his effect on her, he'd made sure to make the most of his assets as often as possible.

“The groceries are put away.” He leaned against the counter again, and looked down at her. Y/N still had her eyes trained on his torso. Barou shook his head and titled her chin up towards his face. “Y/N?”

“Huh?” She blinked and slowly his face came back into focus. Shaking her head, she looked at him thoroughly confused.

“The groceries are put away.” He repeated himself. Y/N did everything in her power to keep her attention on his face, and Barou smiled at how fidgety she’d become. “Is everything alright, Y/N?”

“Fine!” She said too brightly.” Looking down at his chest again, she turned bright red and bolted from the room. Barou merely shook his head and laughed. That was, until one of his shirts hit him in the face.