𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 [[Kimetsu Academy au]] (fem reader)

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Sabito slammed the door to his house open, panting. He's using one hand to support your weight and the other to enter the room

"Okay...let go..." he demands through labored breaths

"I don't wannaa" you mumbled into his neck

He twitched, gripping the back of your shirt and blushing "STOP IT, that tickles"

"SORRY" you pull away, watching his face redden "are you...okay?"

"I'm fine. Whatever" he drops you and starts taking his shoes off

"Cruel." You huffed and took yours off as well "where's your dad? Wouldn't he be home right now?"

"He's working late today. He said he's alright with me staying here by myself, as long as I clean up" Sabito replied

"Cool..." you stand to your full height, wandering aimlessly into the room

"Hang on a second!" Sabito calls, and you turn to look at him "You should take off your clothes"

"I should WHAT?!" you gasped, feigning shock to provoke a reaction

"TAKE OFF YOUR WET CLOTHES OR YOU'LL GET SICK." He repeated, his face flushed

"Wow Sabito, didn't know you were that kinda guy. Straight to the point huh." You smirked, and he threw a towel over your head

"I know what you're doing and it's dumb. Just go take care of yourself or I'll kick your ass" 

"RUDE" you trudge to the back of the house where the bathroom is, leaving a trail of wet footprints behind you in the hallway

You've been to Sabito's house a few times in the past. It's not as spacious as yours, but it's cozy enough for you to want to be there.

This place is full of memories; memories of you showing up at Sabito's front door and demanding him to hang out with you. The two of you were always inseparable

You chuckle to yourself at the thought Wow, things are really different now

Turning to face the mirror by the sink, you peel off your sodden clothes and dab your wet face with the towel

The door opens slightly and you twist around quickly to see Sabito's hand, holding a black shirt towards you 

You reach for it reluctantly

"Hurry up and take it. I'm not letting you walk around my house naked." He said gruffly, his voice muffled behind the door

You snatch the shirt from him "You wish! Didn't plan on it anyways."

His hand retreated back behind the door and he closed it without another word

You put on the shirt and it fits loosely on you, big enough to drape midway down your thighs. On the front of the T-shirt, there's some kind of an illustration with the name of a band over it

How am I gonna ask him if he wrote that letter? You can't really just ask someone that, no matter how close you are. It's just so personal...

You rub the towel over your head, drying your hair

I mean, now that there's the possibility that he likes me back...what happens next? What should I even do?

You stare at yourself in the mirror, realizing something