Haruchiyo Sanzu

Sanzu had drugged you hours before, you fell into a deep sleep. Until you woke up with severe headaches, you didn’t remember anything that had happened in the morning with Sanzu. “Open your mouth, sweetheart.” He said in a soft and almost flirtatious tone, he had a glass of water and an aspirin pill in his hand. Sanzu had probably changed you while you slept, since you were only wearing a Sanzu t-shirt and your intimate piece.

Sanzu loves you very much, despite his extreme possessiveness.