Vacation Miscommunications 1 Shizuo x Reader

Day One
“Aah…” I sighed as I breathed in the fresh air of Hokkaido. “Ouch!” I yelped; the harsh cold air hit my nose. It sure was nice to get a change of scenery, away from the polluted air and crowded city life. Of course, I love Ikebukuro, but there’s only a certain amount of craziness a person can take. At first, it was a bit suspicious to find an envelope with “Congratulations! You have one a Five days and four nights vacation to Hokkaido!” written in large, pink, bubble letters. I didn’t even enter in any contests! It turned out that it wasn’t a fraud, and the tickets were indeed real. Smells fishy, doesn’t it? This seems like the perfect situation for one of those dramas that I occasionally come across while flipping channels…or the perfect setup for a romance novel.
“Achoo!” I sneezed. I should probably stop standing around and get going to the hotel. After checking the address of the hotel once more, I started on my journey in Hokkaido, pulling my suitcase along with me. Gosh, I feel like some ditzy tourist.

When I finally arrived at the hotel, after asking directions from about 7 locals and getting chased by a wild dog, I was really surprised at the appearance. It was one of those expensive kinds, you know where they have people who open the door for you and greets you in French and a meatball costs $50, that kind of grand, expensive kind. The lobby was simply amazing. The floor was all marble, the walls were littered with paintings from famous artists like Da Vinci, Van Gogh, Walt Disney etc…right in the middle was a massive fountain made of pure gold (or at least, I think it’s pure gold) with a naked angel thing standing atop it. I spent so much time just marveling the beauty of the hotel that the doorman got tired and “accidently” let go of the door handle. There’s a bruise on my right shoulder now. I made sure to take note of that guy’s name.

There were only a couple of people waiting to check in at the front desk. First was a lovely elderly couple, after that was a middle aged woman with her hair pulled into a neat bun and red lipstick slathered over her lips. Finally, it was the person in front that confused me the most. He looked…familiar, weird most definitely, especially with that blonde hair of his, but familiar. Though I must say, I am quite a hypocrite myself, seeing as how I’m just glaring at a stranger’s backside. My stare must’ve been real intense because the next thing I know, Mr. Blonde-Stranger has turned around and is staring directly into my eyes. Geez, talk about creepy, not to mention his breath kind of stinks too. Wait a second…
“Shizuo!” I cried. No wonder he looked familiar! It was none other than Heiwajima Shizuo, also known as the Strongest Man in Ikebukuro.
“(Name).” He greeted with a nod.
“What are you doing here? Don’t you have work?” He shrugged and took out a plane ticket.
“Tom found this inside his mailbox, but he was busy so he gave it to me.”
“Oh. That’s awesome! We can be vacation buddies and hang out and go skiing and eat crab and go sight seeing. It’ll be fun!” His mouth slightly twitched upwards into a half smile.
“Yeah right, shorty.” He teased, ruffling my hair.
“Hey!” I slapped his hand away. “Stop, you’re messing up my hair!” He chuckled and attempted to pat it back into place.
“Sir…sir! Excuse me, sir, you’re up next.”
“I think that lady’s talking to you.” I pointed to the lady at the front desk. Shizuo grunted in response and headed over. Just as he reached the counter, something vibrated in my butt pocket.
“Oooh, that feels awkward. Stupid cellular device thingy! What idiot is so bored that they’re actually resorting to calling me?” I checked the caller ID.
“Uh…Hi. Mom.” I stiffly shuffled away and sat down on the fountain.
“Room 36 on the fifth floor. Have a nice day, Heiwajima-san.” The front desk lady said something to Shizuo and then he walked away, giving me a small wave. I smiled back.
“Huh? Yes, mother I’m listening. Don’t worry I brought enough clothes. You know who I bumped into here, mom? Shizuo!...Yes, that one blonde kid. No Mom, I can assure you that he is not ‘some gangster druggie who ran away from home to pursue his career as a tattoo artist’. Shizuo can barely draw a stick figure without it looking like some garbage truck ran over it! He’s a nice guy once you get to know him. I gotta go now, talk to you later…yes, I love you too mother.” I pressed end call and sighed. Mothers sure are embarrassing sometimes, but you gotta love ‘em. I jumped back up and grabbed my handy dandy suitcase. Time to go check in!
The lady who helped Shizuo walked away just as I got up and a plump, but much nicer looking woman replaced her.

“Hello ma’am. Can I help you?”
“Yes, I would like to check in.”
“Alrighty. Let me just look at your information.” She clicked a few buttons, glanced at some papers and looked up. “You’re in room 36 on the fifth…wait…that’s not right.”
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
“It seems that the room reserved for you is already checked out.”
“Are you sure that you aren’t looking at the wrong room?”
“No, this one was vacant for the last two days.”
“Are there any other rooms available?”
“I’m sorry, this is the only one open right now, but I’m sure the computer’s just acting up. Don’t worry about it, here’s your room key.” She handed me a card with the hotel’s name on it.
“Room 36 on the fifth floor, have a nice day Ma’am.”
“Thank you, you too.” I smiled and walked over to the elevators.
“33…34…35…ah, there it is, room 36.” I dug the room key out of my pocket and swiped it. The door clicked, indicating that the door was unlocked. The room was very neat and spacey. A queen-sized bed was placed on the middle of the room. There was also a comfy looking couch, a mini kitchen, TV and the bathroom. Surely, this can’t all be free. What’s the catch here?

I placed my luggage by the bed and stretched, checking out the scenery from the window. Suddenly, the door to the bathroom turned, and out came Shizuo, clad only in a towel hanging below his waist.
“Holy ship nuggets!” I screamed backing up a few steps, totally forgetting about my bags behind me and successfully tripping over them. Shizuo was just as shocked as I am, hands letting go of the towel as it drooped lower…and lower…and lower…until…I covered my eyes at the right moment, just as the sound of fabric hitting ground was heard. There was a bit of fumbling and curses here and there until finally, he spoke.
“(Na-Name) You can look now.” I uncovered my eyes and saw that Shizuo had put on a pair of basketball shorts, something that I haven’t seen since high school, yet, he was still shirtless. His face was slightly turned to the side, barely facing me, but a light shade of pink could still be seen on his cheeks.
“Um…”
“What are you even doing here?” He asked, recovering quickly and returning to his regular harsh tone.
“What are you doing here!? This is supposed to be my room!”
“No, you’re wrong. This is MY room!” I flinched at the loudness of his voice. He noticed and scratched his head, looking a bit apologetic.
“Sorry.” He mumbled.
“So,” I began. “What should we do now? I mean, the lady at the front desk told me that all of the rooms were booked.”
“I don’t know…”
“Maybe I’ll just leave and try to find a hotel.” I suggested. Shizuo looked out at the heavy snow and the sky rapidly darkening.
“It’s late. Why don’t you just stay here tonight or whatever.” I brightened up.
“So we can be vacation buddies again!” I latched onto his arm, momentarily forgetting the fact that he was shirtless.
“…Do what you want.” Again, Shizuo avoided my gaze, looking to the side once more.
“Yay! You’re so nice, Shizuo! We can be best pals together again, just like high school.” Shizuo pushed my face away and shook me off him.

“Move. Your stupidity is spreading.” I pouted from my place on the ground. Sheesh, talk about harsh.
“Forget what I said about you being nice! You’re just a big jerk….butt!” I screamed, throwing the first thing I could get my hands on, which just so happened to be my carry on bag. You all will never understand the embarrassment of having your belongings jump out of your bag and lady undergarments flying in every direction. Though I must say, the look on Shizuo’s face is priceless. His eyes went blank, face redder than the reddest marker in the world. His eyebrows occasionally twitched and he was so still, I was afraid he would fall and break into a million pieces.
“Shi…zuo?” I hesitantly whispered. He blinked once. Twice. Then found that there was no safe place to look and opted to close his eyes instead. I decided to begin tidying up. I began by awkwardly picking out an article of underwear from atop Shizuo’s head. He flinched but stayed still nonetheless. Awhile later, he spoke up.
“Do you need..some help?”
“Nah, I’m fine. Just continue your meditating thing. I’ll be done in no time.” Night has already fallen by the time I was finished. Next up on the ‘Lets make this vacation awkward for the two of us’ list: Sleeping Arrangements.