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stupidlittlespirit · 6 months

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First Kiss

Rating: SFW, fluff Type: Drabble Tags: first kisses, alcohol, making out, no use of pronouns for reader, reader is wearing a skirt, slight Serizawa x reader, vague mention of vomit (nothing overtly descriptive), jealousy Word count: 4363 My other works: here on tumblr and here on Ao3! Reigen gets drunk, jealous and kissed.

(This has been in my drafts since January and I figured you guys might like it :) )

Staff parties are just the worst.

Well, they're the best, but for all the wrong reasons: They’re noisy and messy, and you get an excuse to spend time with handsome men under the guise of simply being colleagues.

You're exceptionally drunk, perched beside your team in a rowdy bar as you watch them misbehave.

Serizawa is flushed a happy pink, tipsy but still managing to keep himself together. Dimple, possessing his favoured security guard for the night, is plastered against Serizawa's side. Reigen, however, is much worse for wear. He's slumped over the table as Serizawa is speaking, eyes half-lidded and likely not paying attention.

Wait. Serizawa is speaking.

"-maybe that's why? I guess I just never tried..." He’s saying, a little forlorn but soft as always.

You shake your head and shuffle up in your seat, leaning over to nudge Reigen. "What's he talking about?" You hiss, hoping you don't make it obvious.

Reigen shrugs sloppily, his shoulder bumping yours as he lurches. "Dunno."

"Dimple said Mob was talking about first kisses this morning," Says Serizawa, shifting in his seat to address you directly. He doesn’t look upset at your poor listening skills, more amused.

Clearly you weren't being subtle enough.

"Then he asked if I'd had one, and I haven't. I’d like to, though.” He shrugs. “Maybe one day.”

Now that you're caught up, you gape at Serizawa.

"So you've never been kissed?" You ask, leaning forward. "Like, at all?"

He shakes his head but doesn't look bothered at all. It's more like he's stating a fact, but it makes you feel a little bad for him.

Reigen laughs uproariously. "Never been kissed?!" He claps Serizawa on his shoulder from across the table. "That's gotta suck!"

"I guess you can relate." Dimple smirks from behind the lip of his beer bottle.

Reigen almost inhales his cocktail through his nose and you have to beat his back to stop him from choking to death.

"N-not at all!" He cries, desperately waving his hands around. "I've kissed plenty of people in my life-"

"I'll kiss you." You cut in, making Reigen choke again. “If you want one, that is.”

Serizawa turns even pinker and he looks over at you shyly. "R-right now?" He squeaks. “Here?”

"Sure." You shrug.

It feels bad knowing Serizawa has never experienced the joys of kissing someone, and you want to offer the chance in a comfortable setting.

Serizawa looks excited and adorably bashful when he nods in agreement.

You’re a little surprised he’s bold enough to take you up on the offer, but you suppose with a few drinks in him, he’s braver than he might usually be in a social setting.

Untangling yourself from your seat, you swap sides at the table to sit next to him, bumping Dimple with your hip until he acquiesces and moves to your seat.

Meanwhile, Reigen makes his grievances known.

"This is so unprofessional-" He starts, brows furrowing.

"Yeah? What do you know about being a professional?" Dimple snips back, watching you and Serizawa closely. "Let the kid learn!"

"You would say that, pervert." Reigen slurs. “And I’m always professional.”

Ignoring their bickering, you place Serizawa's hands where they need to be; one on the side of your face, and the other on your waist, and roll your shoulders back as though you’re preparing for some strenuous exercise. A first kiss is serious business and it wouldn’t be beneficial to him to fuck it up. You want Serizawa to relax, to learn that these things aren’t as scary as they might seem, so that when he does find someone he wants to try it with again, he won’t freeze up and ruin his own chances. From what you’re seen, Serizawa is pretty skilled at that.

Beet red and wide eyed, Serizawa’s gaze darts all over your face, from your own eyes to your mouth and back again. He’s evidently already overthinking this.

"A-are you sure you're okay with this?" Serizawa asks, voice cracking.

You nod feverishly.

Serizawa is very handsome and very cute, so it's hardly a chore to indulge him in the art of making out.

You lean into his palm with a warm, encouraging smile, and dip your head until your lips meet his.

Someone at the table makes a small, high pitched noise but you're not sure if it's Serizawa or one of the others.

The kiss is simple; you don't want to frighten him by adding anything too complex, yet he's eager and surprisingly natural in his movements.

Serizawa makes a content little noise and leans into you, hand tightening on your waist to pull you closer. He tastes like cheap beer and buttery edamame, a whisper of sweetness amongst the heavy alcohol.

Much to your pleasant surprise, his lips part after a moment and you gently tease him into a slightly deeper kiss.

Serizawa seems to be enjoying himself and you're happy to indulge him if he wants to try something more.

When you pull away, you drag your teeth across his lower lip gently and he smiles, hazy, chasing your mouth with his own for a moment.

Dimple lets out a low whistle from across the table and leans forward on the table, chin propped in his hands as he watches with rapt attention.

You break apart with a soft smack! and Serizawa looks over at you like you've punched him in the nose. He's dazed and his gaze is totally unfocused, but there's a little smile on his face and it’s clear that he’s quite happy with his demonstration.

"Okay?" You ask quietly, face still close to his.

Serizawa nods slowly. “Uh huh….”

You grin, squeezing his shoulder as he releases you, and you stand from your stolen seat to go back to your own.

"There you go, it isn’t that exciting, really, but now you know." You shrug.

Dimple laughs, elbowing Reigen in the ribs as he gets up.

"Seems pretty excited to me!" He smirks.

You give him a good-natured shove on the way past before you drop back down next to Reigen.

Now that your focus is back on the room at large, you notice that your boss looks like he's going through all five stages of grief simultaneously; Reigen is clutching his drink tight, gaze fixed on the table top with his jaw set tightly shut. He barely acknowledges you when you sit down again, looking like he's ready to burst at the seams.

"Are you okay?" You ask, giving him a gentle nudge with your shoulder. "If you're gonna puke, you better do it outside."

Reigen glances at you from the corner of his eye. He doesn’t look pleased at all and you feel like you might have just made a mistake.

"'M gonna go get some air." He mutters finally, sliding out of his seat.

Reigen snatches up the half-empty box of cigarettes on the table and stumbles unsteadily off his stool without another word. He doesn't even have the grace to make up an excuse before he leaves.

You watch him go, hesitant to follow him.

“What's his problem?” Dimple says, rolling his eyes. “He’s been so stuck up lately.”

It’s true; for the past week in particular, Reigen has been in a sour mood.

The first time it had been noticeable was the Monday morning you’d worn your first skirt of the summer to the office. It had been hot and stuffy, and you weren’t about to bother with cloying tights or trousers, however Reigen had taken one look at you and gone to work in the spare room until lunchtime. He’d made a few quiet comments about dressing professionally as a woman until Dimple had told him that he’d wear the same thing if Reigen didn’t stop bothering you about it. Since then, he’d done nothing but sulk and avoid you.

The general chatter amongst the three of you returns, until a few minutes of his absence turn into twenty, and eventually you realise you're going to have to go and fetch him. He’s either grouchy again or he’s passed out somewhere and aspirated on his own vomit, and neither seem like a pleasant end to an otherwise fun night.

You excuse yourself and pick your way through the throngs of suits until you reach the exit at the front of the bar.

It takes a few seconds of scanning until you spot Reigen, bathed in the flickering light of the bar’s sign. His grey suit reflects the ugly neons, marring it an odd blue-green, and he stands out against the dim street. He’s trapped behind the ropes of the smoking section nearby, halfway through his cigarette and staring off into the night sky.

Silently, you come to stand at his side.

"How long does it take to smoke?" You laugh, hoping to ease the immediate tension he gives off.

Reigen shrugs, running his tongue over his teeth.

You frown at his unusual silence, slightly concerned that he can barely even bother to dein you with a simple 'hello'.

"Have I upset you?" You ask gently.

Reigen's eyes dart to you, though he stays facing forward, and he clears his throat.

"No, I just…" He sighs around the filter of his cigarette, shaking his head. "It's nothing."

To his right, there's an old looking bench that's clearly been shoved into the corner here for the drunkest smokers to sit at. It's probably to deter people from sitting on the floor when they're wasted and making the place look untidy.

You take a seat on it and gesture for him to sit beside you, running your hands over your arms to ward off the chill of the night.

Reigen looks uncomfortable at your offer but does as he's told anyway. He keeps a distance from you and focuses on puffing out a crude smoke circle so that he doesn't have to look at you.

"Reigen, if I've done something to upset you then it's not nothing." You press him for more detail, shuffling up to sit closer.

You don't care if he doesn't want to be near you, you're starting to panic that you might have ruined a friendship that's extraordinarily important to you.

Reigen is a great boss and an even better friend. He's smart and kind, and he's the most compassionate person you've ever met. For all of his faults, he's an incredible guy.

It doesn't help that you're a little bit in love with him, of course.

No one else in the office knows. You've kept it to yourself and tried to ignore it; the affection you hold for him is inappropriate after all. He's your boss and if you were to confess, he'd only reject you on those grounds. You'd end up losing your job and your friends, and you can't stand the thought of that happening. It's better to just ignore it and admire him from afar.

At your side, Reigen sighs quietly and takes a long drag on his cigarette. He holds his breath for a moment and you can see the cogs in his mind turn as he weighs up if it's worth telling you. After a pause, he breathes out a long puff of smoke and flicks the ash from the end of it. The cherry glows red in the darkness.

"I'veneverbeenkissedeither." Reigen mumbles, ducking his head.

It comes out as a long string of words, barely understandable, and you frown.

"Huh?"

Reigen groans. His shoulders rise up around his ears and you realise that he's embarrassed about whatever he's trying to say.

"I've never been kissed either." He repeats through gritted teeth, eyes fixed on the distance.

"Oh." You breathe.

Oh.

He's not angry, he's jealous.

“But you said-”

“I lied.” He huffs. “Obviously.”

Reigen looks mortified the moment he admits it aloud, his cheeks turning pinker than they had been inside. He sucks in a sharp breath and cringes away from you, humiliated.

"I'm sorry," he cringes. "That was dumb- I shouldn't have said anything, I was just-"

"You're kidding, right?" You say, unable to keep the disbelief from your voice.

Reigen rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, hanging his head as though he's ashamed by it. "No." He mutters.

You're genuinely a bit surprised. "Oh, I just figured…."

"Figured what?" Reigen says, a little bitter. "That people would actually like me?"

The way he says it makes your heart bleed.

Reigen is quite the charmer. You had assumed he'd be very popular in terms of romantic partners. Sure, he's a little caustic at times but ultimately he's a good guy and had you been strangers, you certainly would have tried your luck with him. There's no reason that you can think of that anyone would turn him down, unless he’s the one getting in his own way.

"Reigen, don't be ridiculous." You laugh softly, leaning into his side. "Of course people like you. I like you! You're funny and sweet, and handsome and nice. Anyone would be lucky to have you."

Immediately Reigen's head shoots up and he turns to look at you, face slack with surprise.

"You think I'm handsome?" He asks, his cigarette limp and bobbing about between his lips as he speaks.

Fuck.

The drink has made you slip up. It's probably not normal to tell your boss you think he's the best thing since sliced bread and you feel a heat crawl up your throat. Now really isn't the time. You're both wasted in a public place, far from home and with other people, it's not an ideal place to confess to your boss how much you desperately want him.

"Reigen, listen," you say, attempting to laugh off the accidental admission. "You're a catch!"

You offer him a weak smile and tug on his tie gently. It's supposed to be annoying, but drunk as he is, Reigen leans into you instead.

"I am?" He says faintly.

The warmth spreads from your neck to your cheeks and you're abruptly aware of how close his face is to yours. The cigarette's smoke wafts up between you both.

"Yeah." You shrug, attempting to sound nonchalant. "Of course."

Reigen's dark eyes search yours for a moment, like he's waiting for you to say something else.

When all you do is offer him a tight smile, afraid that you've fucked up, he wrinkles his nose in annoyance.

"Oh," Reigen says petulantly, smoke streaming from his nostrils. "So sweet little Serizawa gets a demonstration but I don't?"

You struggle to keep the surprise from your expression. After his avoidance for the past week, whatever you expected him to say, it wasn’t that.

You figure he must be annoyed at missing out.

A moment of silence passes and then you tilt your head. "Do you.... Want a demonstration?" You ask curiously.

Reigen glances away for a second, blatantly imagining the scenario in his mind. His eyebrows raise at whatever he's considering.

"I mean…. I might….?" He says finally, meeting your gaze again.

There's a slightly hopeful look in his eyes and despite your shock at his interest, you bite down on an excited smile and shift on the bench to straddle the wood, facing him properly.

His ability to charm you even at his most useless is quite something, you think, and you reach into the space between you both and pluck the dwindling cigarette from his lips.

Reigen makes a soft noise of interest and watches you stub it out in the ashtray.

"Face me." You instruct him, gesturing with a finger to show him where you want him.

Reigen does as he's told, a slave to your command in his drunken stupor, and swivels in his seat until his knees bump yours. He's so close that you can feel his body heat through your clothes and it makes you want to crawl inside his suit and stay there forever.

"Put your hands on my waist."

Reigen nods, swallowing thickly. "Yes ma'am."

Something hot curls up inside you at his address. You hadn't ever imagined he might be the type to enjoy being bossed around, but you're very happy to work with it.

His warm hands take up your waist and once he's settled, you take a hold of his tie again and slowly ease him down, lower and lower, until you're half an inch from his face.

Reigen's breath smells like the sugary cocktails he's been knocking back all night and fresh cigarette smoke; you'd usually balk at such a scent, but something about it is distinctly.... Him.

After months of yearning from afar, months of silent longing, you finally kiss him.

Reigen's eyes flutter shut as your lips connect. The tip of his nose is cold as it brushes your cheekbone, but his lips are warm and welcoming, and they part just enough for you to taste him.

Reigen gives a soft groan and leans forward a little more, pressing up as close as he can manage without dragging you into his lap. His hands tighten on your waist and he exhales through his nose, shaky and slow.

The kiss lasts for barely a few seconds.

It's intended to be short and sweet, and then Reigen is dragging you closer again, chasing your mouth as Serizawa had barely an hour before, yet with far more need. His desperation to keep going is oddly attractive.

This time, you risk the chance of overwhelming your subject.

Reigen wants more and you're perfectly willing to give it to him.

You lap at the seam of his lips until he parts them, slowly pressing your tongue to his. Reigen is clumsy and inexperienced, not as naturally graceful as Serizawa, but you do your best to guide him through, turning your head to accommodate him and deepening the kiss whilst he sighs and keens into your touch.

One of his hands comes up from your waist to hold the side of your face, his thumb running along your cheekbone, while his other finds your thigh.

Reigen works his fingers along the hem of your skirt until they just slip underneath the edge of the fabric, kneading the flesh there absentmindedly as he lets himself fall into you more.

You’re so caught up in the moment, all too happy to let him continue, that when the bar door swings open with a loud bang you almost jump out of your skin. It's an immediate reminder that you're still in public and the interruption is enough to make you pull away before things become even more heated.

Sitting back and attempting to catch your breath, you quickly glance over Reigen’s shoulder to check that no other patrons have caught the two of you in a compromising situation. Whoever it is doesn't seem to be interested in your activities, too busy clamouring with their friend about taxis and food as they leave.

When you turn back, Reigen looks like he's going to pass out; he's bright red but completely pale at the same time, breathing heavily and staring right through you.

Alarmed, you sit up straighter. "Are you-?"

"I'm gonna be sick." Reigen chokes out, scrambling up from his seat like a fawn on ice.

You flinch away as he rushes to a bin on the far side of the smoking area. He barely makes it in time to vomit up whatever overpriced drinks he's had tonight, hunched over the top of the can as he coughs and splutters.

Gross as it is, you feel a bit bad for him. His hands are shaking where they clutch the edge of the bin and you go to his side, rubbing circles on his back while he gags. You smooth his hair back from his sweaty forehead and reach over to lift his tie and stop it from dangling into the unpleasant stream until he's done throwing up for all he’s worth.

"Fuck." He gasps into the trash can, breathless and humiliated. "Fuck. I'm so sorry."

After a few more minutes of retching, Reigen manages to choke out another weak apology and straightens up, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket. He looks terrible; his hair is ruffled and his eyes are glazed, and you hate how sorry you feel for him. It’s horribly gross and if it was anyone else you’d have left them to suffer alone. Yet your empathy for Reigen seems to know no bounds.

"Don't mention it." You say with a smile, smoothing his hair back. "Do you feel better, at least?"

Reigen nods a little, sorry for himself.

"That'll teach you for drinking on an empty stomach." You tease. "Make sure you remember that the sick part was your fault."

Reigen flushes again and ducks his head, bashful. His colour is slowly returning and he looks less nauseated than he had.

A beat of awkward silence passes, filled only by the general chatter of the patrons leaving the bar behind you both, and Reigen clears his throat.

“Listen” he sighs, toeing the concrete with the edge of his shoe. “I’m sorry about just walking out earlier.”

You tilt your head a little, waiting for him to elaborate.

"I didn't mean to get weird about it." He admits, still unable to meet your eyes. "I just…. The kiss…. I wanted it to be me, y’know?”

“What?” You say with a tiny, disbelieving laugh. “You’ve been ignoring me all week, I thought you hated me! I mean, for a second there, I thought you were gonna fire me for-”

“Fire you?!” Reigen says, a little too loudly. “Fuck, no! Never!”

“Then why have you been avoiding m-?”

"Because you're so pretty!" he interrupts, like it pains and infuriates him. "Ever since you started working here, I've barely been able to stop myself from-”

Reigen cuts himself off with a growl of frustration.

“Not to mention that stupid outfit, wearing it in the office like you didn’t know what you were doing! You're so- It's so- Fuck." Reigen takes a deep breath and then plows on, using his opportunity to spill his guts in a much more metaphorical way this time.

"I had to avoid you last week, you keep wearing that little fucking skirt and it’s driving me nuts!" He groans. "I don't hate you, I just can't stop thinking about what you'd look like with it 'round your ankles."

Your knees feel weak at his admission.

"Yeah?" You breathe, biting down on your lip.

"Yeah!" Reigen says, visibly distressed and breathing hard. "And I know I'm your boss, and I know that's weird, and I really, really don’t want to get sued for harassment but I-!"

“Reigen!”

He’s working himself up and the last thing you want is for him to throw up again, so you clamp your hands on his face until he stops sucking in air like a dying fish and shuts up.

“Take a breath.” You say, laughing.

Reigen swallows thickly and breathes in, then out.

“I assumed you just wanted a kiss because you were jealous he got one.” With his face still between your hands, you nod back towards the building in reference to Serizawa, and Reigen shrugs.

“I mean, yeah, that too.” He mutters, pouting a bit.

You can’t hold back the surprised laughter that spills from your throat. This entire time you had assumed he had absolutely no interest in you at all beyond being friends. You thought yourself alone in your longing, lonely in the assumption and upset by the notion that he’d rather move somewhere else than tolerate your presence. The avoidance, the grouchiness, the comments; none of it suggested to you that he felt any other way.

You can’t quite believe your luck.

Reigen must misconstrue your silence for rejection because he starts to back off, reaching up to extricate himself from your grip, and you’re forced to clamp your hands down around his face to keep him still.

“Why didn’t you bring it up?” You ask, ignoring the confused look on his face.

“What was I gonna say; ‘Look, I know I’m your superior but I think you’re really hot and kind and sweet, you wanna get dinner sometime’?.” He scoffs, as though it’s a ridiculous notion.

“Reigen,” You grin. “I’d love to. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Reigen’s brows disappear under his fringe and his mouth opens and closes as he flounders for something to say, stunned at your response.

“What?” He manages to choke out.

“I would love to get dinner with you.” You giggle.

Reigen breathes a laugh, the biggest grin you’ve ever seen splitting his face in half, and he nods quickly. “You would? I can do that. Anywhere you want.”

You join him in relieved laughter and loop your arms around his neck, tugging him closer until your bodies are pressed flush together. It feels so good to have him close like this.

Reigen wraps his arms around your waist in response, his big hands wandering from your sides to the small of your back.

“And if it helps,” You smirk, tugging gently on the back of his hair. “I’d also love for you to see me with my skirt around my ankles….”

Reigen groans softly. His eyes fall shut for a moment and when he opens them again, something hot lurks in his gaze.

“Oh yeah?” He murmurs, looking down to your mouth.

You can tell he wants to turn this into a new game and as much as you’d like to indulge him, you’re acutely aware that only moments ago he was puking into a public bin.

“If you’re waiting for another kiss,” you smirk, biting your lower lip. “You better go brush your teeth.”

Reigen releases you so quickly that you almost fall over with a yelp. He swiftly ducks under the rope that seals off the smoking area and starts to jog towards the lit up rows of shops down the street.

“Stay here!” He yells over his shoulder. “The konbini doesn’t shut ‘til one! I’ll be right back!”

“Where are you going?!” You shout after his retreating form.

“Toothpaste!” Reigen says, turning around to throw you a wink.

You can do nothing except laugh as you watch him leg it towards the closest convenience store.

#reigen arataka #reigen arataka x reader #reigen x reader #mob psycho 100 #I have 200k words of reader fics in my drafts do u want them #all for reigen #and god damn the formatting on this site is dogshit #go to my ao3 if you want better #my fics

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callmerainman · 7 months

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fandom. Mob Psycho 100 by ONE

plot. The morning after your high school reunion party, you wake up in a bed that isn’t yours. Your head hurts, you are naked from head to toe and your memory from last night is faded. And Reigen Arataka, your ex classmate you barely ever talked to, is sleeping next to you. A talk with a friend, an unexpected recording and some flowers will unveil the events of your unplanned one night stand.

word count. 4,804k

prompts. fem!Reader, mentions of sex, dubcon (both Reigen and reader were drunk), drunk sex, pillow talk, after sex, memory loss, one night stands, high school reunion party, smoking cigarettes, making out, awkward flirting, journalist reader, reader was popular in high school, drunken kissing, awkward sexual situation.

notes. sex is only mentioned here, but the plot revolves around your night with Reigen. It’s not 18+ but themes are suggestive.

Soft sheets and a morning smell. A rectangle of sunshine on your face, wind flowing smoothly from the window to your skin. You squeeze your eyes and it takes you some strength, emitting a low groan. You have an absurd headache. You blink a few times but your eyelids feel like metal. Your mouth is dry. Finally, your vision gets clear and you understand.

First off...this isn't my house

Which says a lot, considering your reaction when you roll on your side and see Reigen Arataka. You jump and gasp from surprise. He was laying on his stomach, his face turning around from you, and his smooth back falling up and down slowly under rays of sunshine. And he's completely naked. His naked butt cheek peeking from the blanket confirms it. That also means something else.

I'm naked, save me

You immediately pull the covers up your breasts, even though Reigen's still sleeping so he couldn't see a thing. Your breathing is heavy but your naked body is stiff from head to toe. You feel yourself burn from embarrassment as you stare at the guy on your side.

I had sex with Reigen Arataka

I had SEX with REIGEN ARATAKA

The situation is unequivocal, it couldn't have happened anything else last night. And slowly, vague memories start to come in your mind again. Your high school reunion party, you and Reigen drinking, you two agitatedly making out in a taxi, and then just this tiny glimpse of him having sex with you while you held his face. Just these four, very evocative pictures and then nothing else. You drank too much. You squeeze the bridge of your nose between your thumb and index and then sigh. You have to find a way to escape because you can't handle this embarrassment anymore. But you can't just run off without saying anything, making Reigen wake up all alone. It would be an asshole move. So you take a deep breath and extend your hand towards his back. There are long red marks trailing across his skin.

Are those scratches?! Holy shit...

"Reigen...wake up" you whisper as you lightly shake him.

Nothing, Reigen just turns around to face you. He looks like he's having the best sleep of his life.

You rock him more vigorously "Reigen!"

With a jump and a grunt Reigen wakes up.

"What? Oh my God!" he exclaims.

"Good...morning?" you say, cracking a really unsure smile.

"Christ (Y/N), what are you doing in my bed? And why are you naked?!" Reigen scoots a bit away, getting up on his elbows.

"Well, make 2+2!" you shout back, nervous.

Reigen throws hectic glances across the whole room. Your clothes are chaotically thrown everywhere, all spread across the floor. Your bra is hanging off his TV and his pink tie is swinging on a lamp. It looks like the aftermath of a hurricane.

"Did...did we?" Reigen asks, pulling up the covers on himself.

"Yes Reigen, we had sex" you sentence.

"Shit..."

Reigen drags his hand down his face, looking at you through his fingers.

An awkward silence falls between you two, still in the shared bed of Reigen's apartment. It's not the first time you have a one-night stand, and not Reigen's either. But it usually didn't happen with your old high school classmates, so drunk that you don't remember anything. Just a brief flash of Reigen on top of you and your hand caressing his cheek.

"I don't really remember anything from the second half of the school reunion forward" you say, trying to avoid his eyes "we went away together, we wildly made out inside a cab and the second after we were having sex on this very bed"

Reigen frowns and his temples pulsate from pain.

"Yeah, that's what I remember more or less" he replies, scratching his honey-colored head.

He rolls on his other side and looks down the bed. There's his pants, his phone and, not-so surprisingly, an used condom. At least you were protected, but it confirmed furthermore that you two really had sex. Reigen turns back around to face you.

"Oh"

He was taken by surprise by seeing you sitting on the edge of the bed, your back naked but attempting to dress up again. You had your skirt, the one that was unceremoniously thrown on the other side of the bedroom last night.

"Can you uhm...turn around?" you ask, embarrassed as if the question was out of place.

You did see each other naked the night before after all.

Reigen quickly nods "Yeah of course, sorry"

You quickly sneak towards the TV, where your bra was laying undisturbed. You take it and clasp it around your breasts, then you start searching for your high socks. Reigen turns around again after you finish getting dressed.

"Are you leaving already?" he asks.

Was it your imagination or was he disappointed?

"Um yeah...you know" you start hopping on one foot as you try to put on your high heels "work! I'm really late..."

"Oh yeah, work. Cool, cool" Reigen nods, pressing his lips together.

Reigen drops on his back, his hair messy and sprawled across the mattress. He puts one hand on his naked and exposed stomach. As he looks up the ceiling, absent minded, you get completely dressed again. It feels like taking a deep breath after being underwater. You pick up your purse and swing it around your arm. You look at Reigen, still laying down on his bed and unclothed.

"I'm off then! It was a pleasure...for as long as I can remember..."

A clumsy smile curls on your face. You feel pathetic. Reigen lays on his side, blanket partly covering his torso.

"Alright uhm.. wanna stay in touch thes-"

"Bye bye!"

A whirl and you speed off, sprinting towards his apartment door. You close it behind yourself as you sigh in relief. That was stressful. As you climb down the stairs of Reigen's apartment complex, you search for your phone in your purse. You type a number and make a call, feeling the hot screen of the cell pressing on your ear.

"Hi, can we meet up at the café? I did something last night..."

---

Walking through a crowd full of people while wearing a party dress on a Sunday morning is an experience you won't ever repeat. Sunday mornings are for families and friends, they're lazy. And here you are, still with your party clothes, too sexy and too over the top for a sleepy Seasoning City. Every tap of your heels is a call for attention, and passerby's do look at you a bit curiously. You finally reach your hang-out spot, a little café inside Seasoning City's main plaza. Your best friend is already here.

As soon as Yuko sees you, a grin splatters on her pretty face.

"Walk of shame!" she exclaims, putting her arms up cheerfully.

You roll your eyes "Please just shut up"

You drag your chair under the table and you drop on it ungraciously, with a tired face.

"The waiter is on his way to bring you some coffee, it's on me" Yuko reassures you.

"Thanks, I need it" you sigh, resting your head on the palm of your hand.

"I leave a party early for once and you get in trouble" Yuko smiles, as she takes out a fresh packet of cigarettes from her bag.

Yuko is your best friend since high school, she was present yesterday night at the high school reunion. You spent the whole night together, until she had an emergency and left early. At that moment you and Reigen met and linked. Yuko hands you a stick of tobacco, and you accept it happily. You put the orange filter between your lips and take out a lighter from your purse. When the small tongue of fire touches the tip of the cigarette, it lights up in a magmatic color. You inhale deeply and blow smoke from your nostrils, your eyes closed.

"It wasn't all that..." you grunt, trying to avoid Yuko's gaze through the cloud of smoke that separates you.

Yuko, with a sly smile, protrudes forward. Her long and silky black hair swing from side to side.

"C'mon, who's the lucky guy?"

You shake your head, pressing your lips together. Then, your coffee arrives and the waiter puts it in front of you on the table. You immediately take it and bring it towards your lips. You sip the hot beverage and close your eyes.

"C'mooon (Y/N)! You know you can tell me anything!"

With the cup still between your lips, you talk.

"Regenartaka..." you mumble in a low tone.

"What? I didn't hear you"

"Reigen Arataka"

You hear an audible gasp, which makes you jump and spill coffee on the corner of your lips. You put the cup down and are immediately met with a shocked Yuko, her mouth wide open before slapping a hand on it.

"There's no way!"

"But apparently yes, Yuko, I had sex with Reigen Arataka"

"It's unbelievable! THAT Reigen Arataka?"

"How many times do I have to repeat it?!"

Yuko slides her hand down her mouth to reveal an amused but at the same time dumbfounded smile, still beautiful as always.

"I remember him so well in high school! He was in our class and always by himself, with that side part haircut. And he was always blabbering about how he would have become a successful entrepreneur in the future, or a graphic designer at least. What is he up to now?"

"He works privately as an exorcist, or at least this is what he told me" you answer, putting the cigarette back in your mouth.

"Really? Does he have any psychic powers?"

"I don't know, he didn't show me anything like that"

"But he did show you something else!" Yuko adds with a wink.

"For fucks sake, Yuko!"

You take another hit as she graciously but mischievously does the same.

"I think I saw him yesterday at the party, but I wasn't sure that it was him. Tall, grey jacket, pink tie..."

"Yeah, it was him" you confirm.

"Oh my God, so he changed a lot! Who would have thought about it, he became really cute...still a bit weird tho"

You smile a bit "Well yeah, he's original. And he's not shy like he was in high school, he became really talkative! I even found him kind of charismatic"

"Oh, and since he's so talkative, what did you say to each other this morning in bed?"

You force an embarrassed and fake smile "Basically nothing, I left as soon as I could"

Yuko's eyes widen "(Y/N)! You didn't leave him to wake up all alone, didn't you?"

"No!" you raise your hands in front of you "Not like that, I woke him up before leaving so he could realize the situation"

"And then you escaped at your first chance and with the first excuse that popped in your mind"

"Yeah, I said that I had to go to work"

"On a Sunday morning?"

"Oh shit it's Sunday..."

You pinch your nose and squeeze your eyes from guilt, obviously Reigen didn't believe such a poor excuse.

"C'mon, it's not nice to run away after spending the night with someone" Yuko says, almost in a motherly tone.

"You're right it's just...I was really uncomfortable and I felt like leaving"

Yuko closes her eyes and nods, then she takes a last hit from her cigarette before crushing it against an ashtray.

"I understand, it must have been awkward for you to wake up next to someone you barely know"

You nod and put down the cigarette on the ashtray too. The taste of coffee and cigarette mixes harmonically in your tongue, making the last remnants of alcool disappear from your mind and mouth.

"Well, tell me, how was sex? Is he good?"

You scratch your head "I must confess that I don't remember anything"

"What?! Zero?"

"Yeah, too drunk"

Yuko's gaze gets really serious, her icy eyes get thin as she frowns.

"Hey, he didn't take advantage of you, right?"

You immediately raise two hands forward "No, no no no! He was also drunk, but I clearly remember me giving him consent, I really wanted him"

Yeah, you wanted him so bad last night it was surprising even for you.

Yuko relaxes and sighs "Thank God, but please be careful"

"You know...I was the one who asked to sleep together"

An instinctive laugh erupts from Yuko "What? You making the first move? You must have been reeeally fucked up"

You asking Reigen to have sex was your last clear memory. You just laid down your last drink and in a matter of minutes everything became confused.

———

The school gym was greatly decorated for the high school reunion party. On the small stage a rock band was performing for just a bunch of yen. The dance floor was full of ex-high schoolers who danced together and tables were full of alcohol. It was a very western party, but nothing distasteful. However you wouldn't have thought that out of all your ex classmates and ex students of your same year, you would have ended up with Reigen Arataka. Yuko had to go away for an emergency and you felt the urge to smoke a cigarette, but your packet was empty and so you asked to the first person you saw smoking outside the gym. You didn't even recognize him in the beginning. It was dark outside and you also never interacted with him after graduation. And physically he became taller, with harder features, dressed differently, smoking a cigarette with his grey jacket hanging from his shoulder.

Reigen Arataka became a man.

After recognizing each other as former classmates, he offered you a cigarette, you smoked together, then you got some drinks inside the gym, and then you were outside again for a cigarette, and then again inside the gym to drink. Back and forth between drinking and smoking and chatting. Reigen was talkative, charismatic, even tho a bit clumsy. He was really charming in the way he gestured, talked, used his eyes. Despite all the self-confidence he radiated, you could feel his leg bouncing up and down under the table you claimed inside the gym. At some point, he turned around to look at all the hundreds of guests.

"Everyone's dancing" you said, looking at all the old year-mates romping on the dancefloor.

"Yeah, but I'm not a good dancer" Reigen replied, looking at you a bit mortified.

"Oh, me neither, I hate dancing"

You lowered you last drink on your shared table, sighing. You were really dizzy, and your feet hurt. But you liked staying with Reigen, and you didn't want to leave yet. Reigen's face was flushed red from alcohol, his pink tie loosened and his grey jacket unbottoned.

Reigen plunged into his seat "I would rather swallow a lit cigarette than dancing"

His sarcasm surprised you so much that you chocked on your drink and started laughing hysterically. Reigen, completely in his fumes and fascinated by your laugh, started laughing too. Then, you say something way too brave.

"My God you're so funny, I could just fuck you right now"

Immediately after you said that, you smacked your hand on your mouth with a loud slap. Reigen was so taken by surprise that his eyes basically popped out of his skull as he choked on his beer. You were petrified. You quickly got up, your breath heavy.

"I'm so sorry! That was so inappropriate of me, I don't know what go into-"

"Okay, let's do it”

"Wait what?"

Reigen got up too, a bit wobbly. Your vision was cranky too.

"I said that I'm okay with ehm...fucking. My house is just a few blocks away and we could call a cab. If you want to, of course"

You stayed a few more seconds just staring at each other, shocked by your sudden decision. There was a slight sexual tension building up during the night, and you caught that, but neither of you would have thought about actually ending up sleeping together.

"I'm down with that, let's go have sex" you said. And it sounded horrible.

"Great! Cool, very cool"

"But hurry up!"

"Yeah, okay!"

The second after, you and Reigen started running across the gym between guests and tables. Reigen used one hand to hold yours and the other to call a cab as you two were speeding away. There was no need to run though. Some minutes after you were sprawled all over him inside the backseat of a taxi, as he laid under you and held you close by your hips and made out with you. The rearview window reflected the eyes of a terrified driver. At Reigen's apartment you two went at it on his bed, and next thing you knew you woke up naked by his side.

———

"Now that I think about it Hana-chan told me that yesterday she saw you and another guy running away together hand in hand, I just didn't think that it was Reigen"

"Well, now you know"

"Don't you want to take this thing to a deeper level?"

You raise a dubious eyebrow.

"What you mean?"

"I mean going out with him"

You shake your head frantically and with determination.

"No, no and absolutely no"

"But why! It looked like you really got along"

Yuko laid her head on the palm of her hand. Her eyes were pleading but yours unmovable.

"I don't feel like going out with any man right now, not after my last relationships"

Men in your life were mediocre. Never violent, but never sweet, always absent and always with so little care. They always left you so coldly and came back as if nothing happened. They used to tell you that you were beautiful but in an insensitive way. You had that feeling, that they only wanted to be with you just because you really were beautiful. It has been that way since high school, and they would often confirm it themselves. Men didn't really love you and weren't kind to you.

"I understand darling...do what you feel like doing, even though this kinda feels like a waste" Yuko sighs.

As she takes out her phone and starts swiping on it mindlessly, your phone rings. It's a notification. You turn it on to find a new text message from an unregistered number.

Reigen: hey (Y/N), this is Reigen. You gave me your number last night, I don't think you remember. I don't want to bother you or be inappropriate, but I found this in my phone gallery and I think you should see it.

A video is attached to Reigen's unexpected text. And when you open it, your heart sinks in your chest. You lower the volume quickly, but your eyes are fixed on the screen.

This can't be

The video depicts you and Reigen in his bedroom, partly undressed, laughing in satisfaction because of the wonderful idea you two came up with. Then, the virtual you places the phone on the nightstand, and here comes a complete video of the passionate night you spent with Reigen. Obscene sounds, moans and creaking of bed springs force you to mute the video completely.

"Holy fucking shit" you whisper, your eyes horrified.

"What?" Yuko bolts up.

"Nothing! It's nothing!"

But your phone betrays you by accidentally turning the volume up, so that Yuko too can hear the unmistakable sounds of two people going at it.

"Don't tell me that you and Reigen made a-"

"Yes Yuko, for fucks sake, that's a sex tape!"

Exasperated, you plung your head in your crossed arms and smother a scream in your jacket. Yuko on the other hand laughs so much that she has to hold her stomach.

"Don't laugh!"

"It's exhilarating I swear! C'mon, finish the video so you can tell me everything after"

Reluctantly you pick up your phone again and replay the video. It goes on for a while, nothing more than you and Reigen having some really strenuous and perplexingly loud sex, and then collapsing exhausted. But it doesn't end here, because after some minutes you both suggest a second round. But the second time you have sex is surprisingly sweet for a sex tape. Reigen hovers on top of you but gently, you touch his face, you recognize it as the only image you still remembered from last night. Reigen whispers in your ear that you are beautiful, as he gently rocks in and out of you, and you smile calmly and caress his cheek. Then he finishes again, and he collapses next to you for the second time.

"It's not over yet..." you whisper to yourself, confused.

The last part of the footage is just you and Reigen. You turn your bare back from the camera, and only Reigen's torso and half of his face aren't hidden behind you. Reigen smiles sheepishly and with a finger he strokes your cheek. He fixes a really sweet gaze on you.

"First-year me would be very proud" Reigen murmurs.

"Oh yeah?" you giggle "and why"

"I may have had a little crush on you when we were in high school"

"You don't say! But we barely even talked...why didn't you ever come up to me to talk?”

"Because women scared the shit out of me"

You laugh together. Reigen sneaks an arm behind your exposed back and starts drawing circles on your skin with the tip of his fingers.

"But I wasn't scary"

"In the narrative inside my head, a tiny bit. I mean, you and your friends were really popular and the prettiest in our class. Everyone had a crush on you, you received confessions on a daily basis. I was kind of a loser, I couldn't stand a chance and I thought that we didn't have anything to share"

"It's true, I received a lot of confessions, but every boy liked me just because of my looks and nothing more. For you it's the same, both in high school and right now I guess"

"What you mean?"

"We had sex tonight because you're attracted to me, maybe because you think I'm pretty. That's how things work and it's okay"

Reigen shakes his head "Not at all, I didn't have a crush on you just because you were beautiful"

"You're lying"

"No, listen. I liked you because yeah, I thought you were pretty, but also kind. Between your friends you were the sweetest, the few times we talked you always treated me so gently. And you were so intelligent, I'll always remember your essay about Soseki's Kairo-Ko"

"My essay about Natsume Soseki! You remember that...I can't believe it"

"Of course I remember, I thought it was so personal and brilliant. You have a talent for writing"

"And that's why I'm a time-waster who writes for the exciting Seasoning City newspaper, how talented..."

"I don't see how you're a time-waster"

"Well, three years of high school without talking to you kinda make me a time-waster"

Reigen is startled and blushes "I would've loved getting to know you better in high school, but I can do it now at least. It's just a shame that tomorrow we won't remember anything"

"Yeah, I'm too drunk. Tomorrow everything will be foggy"

"I hope that you'll at least remember that I didn't have sex with you just because you're beautiful, tonight"

"It usually works like this for me, men see me as a doll who's only good at fucking"

"Not me, I never saw you that way"

The recording stops, Reigen's phone must have ran out of battery. You lay your phone down on the table, still a bit in shock. But a small smile you didn't even notice you had curls on your face.

"Thank god Reigen didn't become a graphic designer, his website is obscene!" Yuko exclaims, before looking up at you "hey, what you daydreaming about?"

"He remembered my favourite author, and my essays..." you murmur.

Yuko grins, waving a hand in front of your face "Heyyy, Earth to (Y/N)! What happened in the video?"

You snap out of your thoughts, shaking your head slightly.

"No it's just that me and Reigen talked for a while after...copiously having sex" you heat up a bit "and well, he said some really sweet stuff"

Without showing her the video, you cut to the part where you and Reigen have a conversation in bed. After it ends, Yuko has a blessed smile on her face.

"He has a way with words, who would have knew. He really treated you well"

Your phone rings again, another notification.

Reigen: I think we should delete it, it's risky to have intimate videos and none of us was sober. If you want we can meet up and I can delete it in front of you so that you can be sure that is gone.

"He wants us to meet up so I can see him deleting the video himself. To make me feel safer, he said"

"(Y/N)! You cretin!" Yuko smashes her hands against the table, making you and the other clients of the café jump in surprise "this man is a walking green flag with arms and legs and a pretty face and you want to let him go?!"

"Chill! It's just that I-..."

Yuko calms down, regaining her femme fatale composure "I would really think about it"

You take a deep breath and look at the last segment of the video. The way Reigen looks at you, with his eyes fixed not on your body but on your face. His hand tracing small circles on your naked back with the tip of his fingers. The way he touches you with delicacy with both hands and words. You take another deep and determined breath.

(Y/N): come at my place at 3 PM. This is my address.

You text him your address and put your phone in stand-by. Yuko looks at you with a peaceful smile. You reciprocate it.

At 3 PM your doorbell rings. You quickly check yourself out in the mirror, fixing your hair before opening the front door. Behind it, Reigen Arataka looks embarrassed and is holding a small bouquet of flowers.

"Hey" he says, paper crinkling under his fingers.

Your face is a bit startled "Oh! Flowers?"

"Uhm, yeah. For you"

He holds them out with an awkwardness that didn't absolutely belong to the self confident guy that was holding you in his arms last night. You find it adorable.

"Thanks" you chuckle "you're sweet. Even though we are here to delete an erotic video"

"There are no good or bad occasions to buy flowers" Reigen says, then he curses himself for sounding too cheesy.

You smile as you look at him taking out his phone from his pocket. He turns it on in front of you, then opens the gallery and accidentally starts playing the video. Awkwardly sexual sounds start reverberating from the speakers.

"Please close it" you say, embarrassed.

"Yeah sorry"

His nevrotic fingers miss the stop button, they're also sweaty so the touch screen doesn't work. You feel like exploding from shame when a fragment of Reigen asking you consent for the 15th time and you begging him to just fuck the shit out of you plays.

"Turn it off I don't wanna see it!" you yelp, covering your eyes behind your hands.

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!"

Reigen finally stops the video, and drags it with his finger towards a small trash can icon. Deleted forever.

"Thank goodness" you whisper, and both of you sigh in relief.

You exchange some glances, you behind the flowers he gifted you. It's an awkwardness you imagine you two would have had if you were still in high school.

"We could go out to dinner tonight to celebrate" you say after a while.

"What? Celebrating?" Reigen asks, surprised and curious.

"Yeah to celebrate the uh...the cancellation of our sex tape. Oh god I mean...listen, would you take me out on a date?"

Reigen feels himself catching fire, his face quickly becomes a blushing mess. He adjusts his tie knot.

"I would be happy to, because I want to have a clear memory of you" he answers.

You smile at each other.

"Good" you say.

"Then see you tonight to celebrate the deletion of our sex tape" a couple of seconds and then Reigen shakes his head "no shit I mean, for our date"

You burst out laughing and hold his flowers against your chest, Reigen looks at you. He remembers something about last night. He forgot to tell you that in high school he also crushed on your laugh.

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