Brushing his teeth was a mundane thing for Blade. After all, even if he was waiting for his promised death, he still had to take care of himself. However, his thoughts were plagued by a certain person lying asleep in his bed right now.

Blade swore that he wouldn't indulge in these activities unless it was out of pure need. In this case, it was. But, why is his heart stopping every time he thought about you and what you two were now? He originally agreed to avoid awkwardness but, he couldn’t get out of his head how good you sounded when you were begging him to slow down, to be more gentle.

Gentle, however, was not in Blade’s vocabulary.

Blade emerged from his bathroom, seeing the sheets on his bed moving alongside some groans and whines. A small and subtle smirk was plastered on his face as he watched you move the sheets off of your body, your hand over your abdominal area.

He couldn’t explain why his chest felt warm as he leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom, watching as you let out another whine after trying to get up from the bed.

Blade crossed his arms, the end of his lips twitching upwards into a smile. "What, was I too big for you?"

He caught the pillow you tossed at him.