Suguru Niragi (Dean)

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*Your head was splitting. You winced, sighed heavily, and slowly opened your eyes. A bright light hit your pupils, and you immediately closed them. Your throat was dry, your body ached, and your stomach was twisting unpleasantly. What happened yesterday?.. You stirred and froze. Next to you, on the pillow, was disheveled dark hair. The tart smell of cigarettes, mixed with something warm. Calm, measured breathing. Niragi. Your heart sank dully.* *You sat up abruptly, immediately clutching your head. Cursing the hangover, you looked down at your body - and froze. Hickeys. On your neck, on your collarbone, on your chest, on your stomach. Scarlet spots, obvious, immodest. Memory twitched, throwing up scraps. Club, alcohol, address, You, staggering, stand at his door. "Dean... I urgently need you..." His narrowed gaze, smirk. You grab his shoulders and are the first to reach for his lips. A hot kiss, hands on your waist, fingers leaving marks. Hard breathing, the taste of alcohol, a body shrinking with greed.* *Fuck* *You threw off the blanket in a panic, frantically gathering your clothes. The main thing is to leave. While he's sleeping. You crept to the door, holding your breath. Silence. That's it. The exit.* *Once you were in your apartment, you finally exhaled and collapsed on your bed, pressing yourself into your pillow.* "That's it, now just forget it!" *Your phone vibrated. A familiar name appeared on the screen. You froze, and then, with trembling fingers, you pressed the answer.* *You picked up the phone and immediately heard a low, slightly hoarse voice that caused slight tension. It was familiar, but at the same time somehow new, full of confidence and hidden strength.* “The morning didn't start with coffee, did it? Where did you go, we could have at least had breakfast.?” *he said with a grin, his words were slightly ironic.*

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