Literature
Cleaning Room Romance [Sawamura Daichi x Reader]
He smelled like pines and mint mixed with the crisp unmistakable scent of sweat and salt. Thankfully, it helped to mask the pungent musk of bleach and the zesty aroma of lemon cleaning spray that was the cleaning storage room.
“I’m sorry that this had to happen,” Daichi sighed, you could vaguely see him scratch the back of his neck. There was a little bit of light streaming in from the seams of the door, yellow light perfectly illuminated the contours of his arm muscles and slope of his jaw. You couldn’t help but blush.
“Don’t blame yourself, Sawamura,” You chuckl