Chapter Six: Confusion

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Aito was confused, his mind swirling around in circles, eventually causing him to have a headache, he didn't understand why he felt like he had to step into Y/n's private life like that, he didn't understand why the thought of her talking to someone like she had been in those messages tore his heart apart.

He slowly stood up from the couch; it was three in the morning, he couldn't sleep, he hadn't been able to think straight since Y/n had stormed off to her room a few hours earlier.

Slowly stomping to the bathroom, he splashed cold water onto his face, shuddering slightly at the cool temperature.

"What's wrong with me?" He looked at himself in the mirror, his light hair all messy and in his face, the tips dampened from the water he had previously splashed onto his face.

He stepped out of the bathroom, walking toward Y/n's room, he stopped right at her door, it was slightly ajar, he used this to his advantage, leaning against the door, looking into her room, peering at her sleeping form.

A small smile made its way onto his face.

'Was it because she's the first to treat me like I'm something? Is that it?' He sighed lightly, he didn't understand, and it ate away at him, it bothered him, hated the fact that he felt so defeated about something because he didn't fucking understand.

Another sigh came from him, his eyes wide open as he shifted into his cat form, he made less noise like this.

'She won't even notice...'

He crept into her room, using his little feline legs to jump on her bed, his eyes watching over her sleeping form. He felt his heartbeat against his chest, pounding and slamming against his ribcage, but he didn't pay it any mind.

Instead, Aito curled up in a ball, laying beside Y/n he was now finally able to get some sleep.

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Y/n groaned upon slowly waking from her dream, keeping her eyes closed she didn't want to get out of bed, she felt so warm, so comfortable.

Shifting in her bed, she went to roll over onto her back and gaze upon the ceiling; only she couldn't. Something was stopping her from moving, an invisible force maybe? No.

Slowly and groggily opening her eyes, she blinked away the confusion when her vision was still dark, 'The fuck?'

Attempting to move once more, her face brushed passed what felt like skin.

This caused her own skin to crawl as she became more aware of her senses. There was gentle pressure around her waist and atop of her head. It was very comfortable, but it confused her, what the fuck was this feeling?

Y/n tried to shift position once more, this time, being able to do so as she moved her head enough for her eyes to take a grasp on the situation.

Her cheeks heated up, her mind beginning to blur, eyesight dizzying, she was in Aito's arms.

He was holding her; their fronts pressed together, his arm wrapped comfortably and firmly around her waist, pulling her closer and his hand atop of her head, elbow bent so her head could comfortably sit in place.

'Didn't I tell him to sleep on the couch?' Y/n let out a breathless sigh, she felt incredibly vulnerable and small in the position she was currently in, half of her liked it the other half of her demised it.

"Aito." She spoke firmly and aloud as she attempted to get out of his grasp, but with every move, she made the arm around her waist tightened.

"Fucking, Aito." She spoke again, using her half-asleep arms, placing them firmly on his chest and tried to push him away.

Her attempts weren't in vain as the young shapeshifter groaned and shifted around, "Wake up." Y/n spoke once more, this time, her words worked.

Aito's eyes snapped open; they widened slightly as he noticed the position the two of them were in. He had recalled sneaking into her bed in his cat form, sleeping behind Y/n's back, he was confused about how the hell he was in his human form, hugging her from the front.

He retracted his arms almost immediately, mentally cursing himself out, how could he be so stupid? Y/n probably hates him now. He bit his tongue to rid his thoughts, 'No, why do I care if she hates me or not.' shifting away from her he slipped himself off the bed, leaving Y/n laying there with a heated face, tired and confused.

"Mind explaining why the fuck you were in my room?" Sitting up slowly, she crossed her arms over her chest, the pink on her cheeks not faltering much to her displeasure.

Aito's eyes gazed upon Y/n's face, taking in her flustered state, her usual soft eyes which were narrowing into his, fuck it hurt him to see her mad at him, but at the same time it bothered him, 'Why would she be mad at me, I didn't do anything wrong.'

"I'm," He was at a loss of words, apologising was something he hated, it brought his pride down and made him feel weak, but it was Y/n he was apologising to. 'It's okay if she's the one who sees me when I'm weak, right?'

"I'm sorry," He finished, "I can explain."

A sigh slipped Y/n's lips; she wasn't mad at the fact he snuck into her room, she was still annoyed with him from last night, when he played judge and blocked Kou's number from her phone, "Then explain."

"I-I couldn't sleep," Aito adjusted his line of sight, avoiding her eyes, "I couldn't after last night, you..." He reverted his eyes, staring into her own, "You were mad, that didn't sit well with me, so I stayed up thinking about what I did, what you did." His bright blue eyes lost their colour for a hot minute, switching to a dulled blue which frightened Y/n but she didn't let that show.

"What you said made me," he hung his head low, eyes still fixated onto Y/n's e/c orbs, "it made me sad." He concluded with a breathless sigh.

Y/n sat still, her shoulders shaking slightly, but she wasn't mad nor excited. She was both confused and intimidated.

'Did he... try to guilt-trip me, turn it onto me...?' Shaking her head slightly she recollected herself, 'No there's no way he would've done that, I'm thinking into it too much.'

She let a sigh fall from her lips, "I'm sorry Aito, I'm sorry if I upset you it's just, you did something which unsettled me." 

Her apology didn't sound as sincere as Aito wanted, but he let it go, he got something else he wanted. Something he found out he liked.

He liked it when Y/n said his name.

It was refreshing, relaxing and reassuring. He liked the way it rolled off his tongue; he found himself smiling subconsciously, "I forgive you." He spoke before Leaving the room Y/n sat there still and puzzled, was she really the one who needed to be forgiven?

//End Of Chapter//