{Wrong Kind Of Nosebleed} Japan X Reader

Wrong Kind Of Nosebleed
Japan X Reader
(A/N: There will be swearing...And I'll be typing his words in his accent, so if it says 'breeding' it means 'bleeding' and you both live in New England in America because it's cold as fuck here right now and my mom insists on keeping the heater full blast all day. It doesn't help that my room is the only one that has an overworking heater. This is also really short, I think. Call it a drabble or whatever.)
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Okay, living with an anime-loving Japanese man is awesome and all, but... in certain situations, it really sucks. Not that you don't like him! It's just... troublesome at times, like right now.

Let's just say if some sort artificial heat is too much, you tend to get nosebleeds. Him being the anime fan he is... He has a tendency to misinterpret the reasons for your nosebleed.

Like once again, right now. He walked into the living room in his relaxation clothes as usual.
    
He looked at your form, shifting positions on the couch, attempting to find a cool spot on the couch in only a tank top and shorts.

He mentally noted that your nose was being tended to by a pure white tissue that began to grow red.
"(Y/n)-cha..." He cut himself off before he could finish his sentence. "(Y-Y/n), may I ask why your nose is b-breeding?" He stammered quite adorably. Your face flushed slightly as you realized what he was implying.

You pushed yourself into a sitting position on the couch.

"Goddamnit, Kiku, how much did you put the heater up to?" You groaned, throwing yourself onto the floor. He looked around a tad bit nervously. 
   
"Erm... Furr brast. It's very cord in here..." He trailed off, looking off to the side slightly. Your frown deepened as you mentally disagreed with him.
   
"On the contrary, Kiku! It's fucking hot as hell!" You countered, pouting slightly.

He had the ghost of a smile grace his face as he looked at your expression. Your pout was utterly adorable.

"I swear Kiku... I might die of blood loss because of you!" You giggled as you picked up your weight and plopped onto the couch, staring at the ceiling.

"B-Because of me..?" Kiku blushed, snapping out of his thoughts and somehow managing to get the wrong idea.

"Yea- Wait... Not like that!"

Kiku's blush darkened as he apologized profusely for 'thinking inappropriately' as he believed.

"Whoa whoa whoa, calm your shit, Kiku... It's fine," You shrugged.

"Rearry? Arigato, (Y/n)-chan." The Japanese man smiled slightly.

"You're welcome, Kiku!" You giggled. You lifted the tissue and realized that your nosebleed was gone. 

"Oh thank gog! It's finally over!" You smiled after pulling a rather sticky strand of blood clot from your nose and onto the tissue.

Kiku chuckled quietly as he watched you jump off the couch and to the bathroom to wash off the dry blood.

You both were definitely a strange pair...



~*Extended Ending (Three Hours Later)*~