What are you doing sleeping here?
Featuring: Members of the Cultural and Public Relations Guild
Type: Fluffy headcanons
Reasons: Me summoning them so my nation lives 🤩 Purely selfish reasons.
Prompt: "Oshi finds you asleep somewhere and reacts accordingly."
Warning: Pre-Game Launch Character Assumptions
🍡 A S A H I 🍡
At first, he's alarmed.
No matter which place this may be, it's still dangerous to be sleeping out in public, and he finds himself pursing his lips when he sees you napping on one of the outdoor tables.
He goes to wake you up; however, when he sees just how peacefully you're dozing, his hand hesitates, hovering awkwardly around your shoulder.
Seeing that he can't possibly disturb you as you are now, he takes the seat across from the table you're slumped over. He decides to keep watch over you, to make sure that no harm may come your way.
He busies himself with a book that Aoi had bought for him. It's about the local blades in this country, and though the topic interests him, there's something else that completely enraptures his attention.
It's. Your. Cute. Cheeks.
He can't help sneaking glances at them, fingers twitching against the softcover of his book.
They remind him of dango. Soft. Probably squishy.
Thoughts of taking a single bite linger in his mind, to which he mercilessly squashes.
If his ears are red, nobody takes notice since his even redder hair covers it well.
🎇 S H I R A N U I 🎇
Helplessly, a grin worms its way to his lips.
He'd told you to take a break, especially when he saw the eyebags under your eyes get darker, but still, you pressed on to finish with whatever you were doing.
And now, here you are.
Sleeping in a corner of a storage room, huddled up within yourself like some kind of temari ball.
Carefully, he makes his way over to you and, like this, as he stands over you, the difference in height still astounds Shiranui to this day.
Nonetheless, it's no good leaving you to sleep in such a dark and cramp room.
Carrying you in his arms is an easy task to him, the muscles in his arms bunching up to support your weight as he presses you close to his chest.
He makes it a point to walk slowly so as to not disturb your sleep, sharing cheeky grins with passers-by down the hall. Your room is farther, so you'll have to make do with his.
He tucks you in, slipping some stray hairs behind your ear so that you're able to sleep with no trouble. He's tempted to leave a kiss on your forehead, but he settles for a pat on your head instead and whispers for you to have sweet dreams.
He stays by your bedside the whole time, going over some things to be double-checked for the upcoming festival, occasionally glancing your way to see if any noise he'd made had roused you from your sleep.
🐢 M I K A G E 🐢
It comes as a surprise to him that he finds you sleeping somewhere you shouldn't be.
Yeah. Come to think of it, you really shouldn't be sleeping on a tree branch of all things.
Granted, it's one of the lower branches, but still. If you fall from it, you could get hurt.
He mutters his complaints the whole time he climbs up the tree, because seriously, what gave you the thought that sleeping here of all places would be a good idea?
But, when he sees the scrunched furrow to your brows, the exasperation in him is replaced with one of genuine concern.
He should have known that you wouldn't have fallen asleep up here without a reason.
Gingerly, he gathers you up in his arms and leaps off of the branch to land on the grassy floor. For a while, he contemplates if he should return you to your room, but the weather really is too nice today...and it'd be a shame if you couldn't enjoy this to its fullest even if you're asleep.
Making up his mind, he drops to a sit on the floor. He belatedly realizes that he can't exactly take off his jacket since it's reinforced to his armor.
He bites the inside of his cheek, mulling over his options before he sighs.
He wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to his side to keep you warm with his body heat. Satisfied that you won't get cold in the meantime, he leans against the bark of the tree and closes his eyes, intending to get the sleep he'd lost from training with Asahi that morning.
👻 T A M A Y U R A 👻
Raising a sleeved hand to his lips, he stares at your slumbering form with amusement twinkling in his eyes.
When he'd entered the compound's library, meaning to look for information about a certain kind of Mononoke that has a liking to peaches, he didn't expect to find you here.
Even though he knows he's being forward, he nonetheless presses a palm to your cheek, frowning when feels how cold your skin is. Have you stayed here for quite some time now?
Swiftly, he takes out a talisman and with the brush and ink you have prepared in front of you and miraculously not toppled over from ur sleeping, he writes a simple heating charm to temporarily stick onto your back.
He makes quick work looking for the information he needs. With the papers in his hands, he ponders over how he could bring you back to your room. It's not like he can leave you here. Knowing Mikage, he might paint something on your face.
But it's also not like he can carry you without waking you up.
A lightbulb brightens in his mind.
He brings out another talisman, this one meant for summoning. It takes a bright flash of light and magic surging through his veins for a familiar to pop out and he gives them the directions to carry you whilst he leads the way.
He murmurs an apology as he opens your bedroom in the compound, but he can't just leave you outside of your door when he's already here. He thanks his familiar when they place you on the bed, smiling as they leave the mortal realm for their divine one, then turns to you.
He throws the thick duvet over you, huffing in amusement at the personal pattern you chose, and makes sure you're nice and comfortable before leaving your room, leaving everything untouched as if he was never there.
🦚 A O I 🦚
He does a double-take when he catches you napping on your side in one of the outer hallways, nearly slipping over the fabric of his dragging cape if he hadn't righted himself.
He steps forward, taking a closer look at your face being illuminated by the afternoon sun's rays.
He raises his brows. It wouldn't do for you to have your face so exposed to the sun. You could get a sunburn or something.
While the thought of you with a red face makes him chuckle, he'd rather you didn't get hurt in the first place.
As he slips his arms underneath your back and knees, a thought suddenly occurs to him.
A mischievous grin unfurls upon his lips. If he hums a little tune all the way back to his room, well, that's only for him to know.
He places you on his bed, tapping your nose once to see your sleeping face scrunch up cutely, before he sets off fixing the room.
He burns some incense in a porcelain container you'd gifted him before, grabs a plush green cushion for him to sit on, takes out the paper fan he keeps hidden in his bedside drawer, and slides open the shoji doors to his side of the engawa facing the garden.
He carries you to the engawa, folding his feet beneath him and atop the cushion, and lays you down on the ground but this time with your head on his lap.
He doesn't know what kind of expression he's making as he runs his fingers through your hair, humming a soft lullaby that his mother used to sing to him, but he wants to see yours most of all when you wake up.
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