Olive eyes checked the time on the phone for the sixth time straight. It was 12:00. He shouldn't have crossed the line. Gokudera Hayato closed his eyes as a feeling of frustration overcame him. Sensing that he was about to let go of his hold on his anger, he reopened them and directed his gaze to the bed. Sunlight shed into the dark room he was in, illuminating the proof of the previous activities that took place the night before. Clothes and cans of beer were carelessly left on the floor, surrounding the small hotel bed where laid a body in deep slumber, the messy covers barely covering their vulnerable self. Your long hair was spread on the pillows, its auburn color making a contrast with the bright colors of the pillows. You were smiling peacefully in your sleep, unaware of the guilty eyes that watched you. But this wasn't his first time.
Le Fruit Défendu, A Katekyo Hitman Reborn Story
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