Relaxation [Hana Kimi, Sano/Mizuki, PG-13]

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Title: Relaxation
Author: suspicious
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mature-ish themes, obvious based on prompt.
Word count: 533
Summary: "Hana Kimi (manga or drama), Sano/Mizuki: masturbation - Sharing a room with Ashiya is starting to get to Sano. He's not sure if Mizuki being oblivious to the problem is a blessing or a curse."
Note: I'm sorry that this is a day late! I've been running around like a chicken without a head lately.

There are only so many times a man can tolerate the woman he is in love with slipping into his bed and cuddling with him.

Just cuddling.

He was a man. Even if he was a man that was very considerate of the situation his roommate was in, he couldn’t take the torture much longer. He needed to let off some steam in the subtlest way possible. It was nearly impossible to be alone, he had sorely realized. Someone was usually trying to steal shampoo while he was in the shower, Nakatsu was trying to scheme and steal Mizuki away in his own “special” way—that, too, was driving him crazy. He couldn’t clear his mind well enough to jump properly; when that happened, he knew he needed to take a step backwards and target the stress.

He decided that he needed to relax. He found relaxation in the shower. That would be the only way he could get away with it without it being a mess. Or… Ashiya walking in on him with his hand down his pants. That would be equally bad.

Sano sighed as he took off the towel he had worn around his waist on the short walk to the shower; he hung it up right outside the door on a hook. Once the water was on to drown out the noise, it didn’t take his mind long to work him into a state of arousal. All he had to think of what Mizuki would look like in this very room, in these very walls, washing herself. It really didn’t take long at all, reality far away from his mind. He had worked up a nice lather with the soap, using that to reduce friction as he pumped himself languidly, his eyes shut. A breathy groan passed his lips and he smiled at the image in his head.

“Sano?” he heard. He nearly toppled over in shock.

“C-Can I—“ he began, then cleared his throat to try and steady his voice. “Yes?”

“Oh, I was just wondering if it was fine to borrow that book you were reading earlier? I promise I won’t lose your place or ruin the book. Please?” Mizuki asked. He hadn’t caught himself still stroking, still moving, to the melody of her voice.

“It’s fine,” he said with a bit of strain, bracing himself against the wall with his free hand.

She grinned, but he couldn’t see that; he could hear it in her voice. “You’re the best, thanks!”

“You’re welcome,” he said, clenching his jaw and squeezing his eyes shut as he was overwhelmed with his orgasm that had come entirely too soon. Regardless of that fact, he felt more relaxed.

He was glad it was just Mizuki and that she wouldn’t ask. She wouldn’t ask him why he sounded different, nor would she barge in like any of the other guys on the floor for a conversation face-to-face. No, she would go about reading his book and leave him to finish his shower. He was definitely glad for that fact. Maybe soon, someday soon, something would come of their little charade. Maybe. For now, he would be content with cuddling. For now.

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Poor poppit all stressed out!