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zmbiesuga · 10 months

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UNLEARN MY HURT — s. kiyoomi x gn!reader

sypnonsis: growing up in a home where lashing out was normal, it's weird to have someone be so patient with you as you unlearn all those toxic behaviors

warnings: mentions of fighting, reader never learned how to properly express themselves (me), sakusa is so loving and patient that it's sickening, hurt/comfort-ish??, established relationship, use of petnames (angel)

notes: i want to preface this by saying, i used my own experience with my toxic household so i'm sorry if it doesn't resonate with everybody, i also wrote this at 5 in the morning so if there're mistakes whoopsies, i'll fix them later

something people don't realize, is that sakusa kiyoomi is a patient man.

he's patient with atsumu when he's annoying him, he's patient with hinata and bokuto as their rowdiness becomes too overwhelming for him, and he's patient with himself as he takes deep breaths to avoid snapping.

sakusa kiyoomi is in touch with emotions and is open about how he feels. he seems brooding and closed-off, but he's the last person to hesitate to tell someone how they're making him feel.

sakusa kiyoomi is your polar opposite.

it's hard for you to open up about a lot of things, especially anger. it's hard for you to keep it in check, so you push it down. the more you do it, the worse it becomes. which leads to your small irritation becoming full-fledged rage at the simplest of things.

this is something that rings true tonight as you walk through the door to you and omi's shared apartment, pinching the bridge of your nose with closed eyes as you let out a heavy sigh before you hear kiyoomi emerge from the living room.

"hey," he says softly as his eyes look at your figure up and down (that's something else about kiyoomi, he can read people eerily well), he can almost smell the anger radiating off of you, "...you wanna talk about it?"

he walks over to you and puts a comforting hand on your shoulder that you shrug off almost immediately as you walk to the kitchen, where he follows.

after a few minutes of silence as you get yourself a drink, you turn to kiyoomi with furrowed brows, "why don't you ever get mad at me?"

sakusa blinks a few times in confusion before he furrows his own brows, "...what?" he questions in that same soft tone, "you want me to get mad at you...?"

"no," you say firmly, almost in a sneer, "i said, why don't you ever get mad at me."

truth be told, you were yelling at yourself to shut up and stop while you were ahead. ultimately though, you decided to ignore your better conscience as you continued to attempt to push his buttons.

"i mean, if you shrugged my hand off of your shoulder and ignored me, i'd be fuming," you admitted, your voice slowly getting louder, "i just...don't understand why you never scream, why you never get mad at me and take it out on me as a response."

sakusa took a deep breath before he responded calmly, "because what good would that do us, angel?"

your eyes widen slightly as you look at him, searching your brain for an answer, "because..." you mumble as you trail off in useless thought.

you can't actually think of any reason, you just know that's how your parents dealt with things. pushed them away until it got too much to handle, and then snap at each other almost over nothing.

you look away from him with slight embarrassment as you swallow the lump in your throat as sakusa walks over to you, holding your face between his hands.

"it wouldn't do me any good to yell at you, even if i'm irritated with you," he said, "i just find something else to take it out on, like the volleyball court or taking some time alone. something i can do to process how i'm feeling."

you look up at him as your eyes become glossy, placing your own hands on his where they rest against the side of your face.

"angel, i love you, but pushing down how you're feeling isn't healthy," he says in a comforting tone, "and it also isn't healthy to take it out on someone who hasn't done anything. i know emotions are hard, okay? but i need you to understand that i'm here to help you through them and figure out what works best for you."

you looked up at him and nodded as you blinked, a few tears running down your face in the process that sakusa quickly wiped away.

"so how about we go sit down, and you tell me what's actually wrong, okay?" he asked again in a soft tone, a warm smile tugging at his lips.

you nodded again as you took his hand, sitting down on the couch as you prepared to open up.

he was right, emotions are hard, but having someone as patient as sakusa kiyoomi around makes them a little bit easier.

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rishiguro · 6 months

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HAIKYUU CHARACTERS WHEN YOU‘RE SICK

a/n: hello flu season, you make me write purely self-indulgent shit because i turn into a needy child when i‘m sick

warnings: mentions of meds. one f-bomb.

jjk version

SUNA RINTAROU: can’t help but tease you for it

“i told you to put on a jacket and dry your hair before you go out,” he muttered amused as he watched you huddle into the living room, wrapped into your thick blanket. you rolled your eyes at him, to which he immediately held up his hands. “don’t look at me like that, you know i’m right” you couldn’t help but pout at him, whispering curses annoyed. “you know damn well that that’s not how viruses work,” you grumbled. “then why are you sick now?” he retorted, smiling. “fuck you” you turned around to go back into the bedroom. “oh, come here you big baby” your boyfriend opened his arms and gestured you to come closer, offering to cuddle with you. “i hate you sometimes,” you muttered under your breath as you walked up to him, falling into his arms and laying your head on his chest. “i love you too”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI: decks you in with every remedy he can get his hands on

he looked at all the meds on the table after carefully reciting the benefits of each one word-by-word, remembering everything the pharmacist had told him. “are you sure you got everything you need? i can run out to the pharmacy again, it’s not a problem,” he offered after a short pause. you let out a quiet laugh, nodding confidently. “i’m sure i’ll be fine, ‘toshi. promise,” you stated, reaching out to grab his hand. “okay” admittedly, it was adorable just how overboard he went the second he heard you sneeze. you probably just caught the flu somewhere, nothing that couldn’t be cured with rest and maybe a few meds. when you texted your boyfriend, asking him to pick some up for you, you surely didn’t expect him to enter your home with the whole pharmacy in his bag. you grinned, your heart warming at his silly, but incredibly caring gesture. “what are you laughing at?” he asked confused. “nothing,” you assured him quickly, giving his cheek a peck before leaning into him and his warmth. “i’m just happy you’re here with me”

KITA SHINSUKE: keeps a respectable distance but doesn’t fail to make you feel cared for

following a soft knock, the door to your dim bedroom was opened with your boyfriend stepping into the room. “i made you some tea” he spoke softly as he put the mug down on the small table next to you. he proceeded to quickly feel your forehead, nodding when he realizes that your temperature has gone down. “and some soup is currently cooking on the stove, i’m gonna bring you a bowl later” he smiled softly at you, giving your forehead a peck. “i’ll be in the living room, yeah?” he turned to leave, making sure to not close the door behind him. he then turned around and took another look at you. “the door’s open, love, so just say the word and i’ll be here, no need to strain your voice” you smiled weakly at him. “thank you” he nodded. “i love you,” he whispered to you. “i love you too,” you replied. he turned to leave, but stopped when you called out to him again. he hummed, waiting for you to continue. “can i get a hug? just a quick one,” you mumbled, almost sounding shy, “please” he smiled, immediately making his way over to you. “you don’t have to ask, anything you want”

HINATA SHOYO: latches himself onto you and ends up getting sick too

you groaned, trying to push him off you, but finishing yourself too weak to actually do so. his head was buried in the crook of your neck with his arms wrapped tightly secured around you, not wanting to let you go. you sighed in defeat. “shoyo, i love you, but you’re gonna get sick of you keep doing this” “nuh-uh” he denied, shaking his head, his hair tickling your skin. “yes you will,” you insisted, your hands however finding their way on his back, softly running your nails over it. he kept denying it however and soon after you couldn’t find the energy to keep arguing with him — and you really didn’t want him to leave (not like you’d tell him and give him an actual reason to stay). and just about two weeks later, you’d be the one tending to him, not failing to tease him about his sickness. it didn’t matter to him though, he’d get sick a thousand times over if it meant he could stay close to you.

KUROO TETSUROU: loves to berate you but will drop everything to take care of you

he groaned when he saw you in his field of vision, raising his eyebrows at you with hands stemmed into his hips. “i told you to stay under the covers” he shook his head, pointing into the direction of your bedroom and motioning you towards it. “back under the blanket, come on” you whined. “it’s too hot, tetsurou, i’m sweating” you shivered as you spoke, your arms wrapping around your midsection. honestly, you just needed to see some things that weren’t the walls or the ceiling of your room. you’d take anything at this point. “that’s the point! you need to sweat it out!” he claimed, gesturing with his hands. “can i at least take a shower first? or just get changed? i feel disgusting, my clothes are literally drenched in sweat,” you spoke after sighing in defeat. there was no point in arguing with him, especially when you knew that he was right. “hop into the bathroom, i’ll get you some new pajamas”

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cozyrecords · 6 months

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Sakusa Comforting ~~

just thinking about how Kiyoomi would furrow his eyebrows the moment he enters home to see you all cooped up against the corner of the sofa with a blanket wrapped around you. this isn't something new for him but the expression on your face suggests how you might have had a rough day. so he greets you with his usual warm smile and goes straight to the bathroom to freshen himself up quickly so he can snuggle you to make you feel better.

he makes sure to get your favourite snacks from the kitchen and sits beside you, patting his lap to have you hugging him and resting your head on the crook of his neck.

he waits until you are comfortable enough to share whatever is bothering you but would also make an effort to ask you if you haven't spoken about it yet. when you slowly open up, he simply listens to you, slightly tightens his grip around your stomach and whispers nothing but sweet and reassuring words like "i am here for you" or "what you are going through must be hard but i am going to help you in sorting it out."

he might not be the type to let his face convey the comfort but through his actions, it is evident and you wouldn't even feel the need to ask him to comfort you.

just like that, he puts on your favourite rom-com that he thinks is cheesy but would watch over a hundred times along with you if it guarantees you peace.

p.s. he would let you play with his curls because it is soothing to him as well as you and when you guys are sleepy, he would give you a piggyback ride to your bedroom. he peppers your face with little pecks before going for a soft kiss on your lips :)

just had to post this cuz i have been feeling a bit sad lately lol :"")

hope you guys enjoy <3

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catladykt13 · 8 months

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Someone’s there, someone cares and someone loves you.

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cottonlemonade · 18 days

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Breathe

word count: 461 || avg. reading time: 2 mins.

pairing: post-time skip Kita x chubby!Reader

genre: comforting fluff, established relationship

warnings: uni stress

synopsis: you are having a medium meltdown about academics and your boyfriend comforts you

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Kita looked up from his book when your pen zoomed past him and hit the wall. It was exam season and as always it was everything but pleasant. In true student fashion you had only started your paper with three days left until the deadline. You had been trying to write all day but it wasn’t turning out anywhere close to your satisfaction - who would’ve thought. You knew what you would have to write, you knew how you wanted to make your point but you had no idea where to start.

“Ya okay there, sweetheart?”, your boyfriend asked. He had been keeping you company after getting home from work and you were happy about him being there, as that was normally enough to calm you down but today it just infuriated you more. He didn’t have to deal with uni stress. He didn’t have to think about student debt and stupid term papers.

You buried your face in your hands and groaned loudly. You took deep breaths, trying not to cry.

You heard a shuffling and the next minute, he was kneeling next to your chair.

“Hey, look at me.”, Kita said softly, pulling your hands in his. You look at him with tearfilled eyes and his heart pulled painfully at the sight.

“Ya can do this.” Even in his own ears that sounded hollow and he didn’t blame you for snorting in disbelief. He cupped your cheek and pulled you closer to lean his forehead against yours. “Breathe.”

You did as you were told. “I’m here. Breathe.” His words were barely more than a whisper, but the soothing tone of his voice gave you something to cling to and he wiped away your tears with his thumb as he repeated his mantra a few more times. You closed your eyes and silence fell.

For a long time you just sat there like this. Him on the floor, you in your chair, one hand of his gently squeezing yours, the other caressing your cheek reassuringly.

He paid close attention to every sound you made. When he was sure you had calmed down enough, he said quietly “I love ya.” and pressed the most delicate of kisses to your lips.

You sat up a little in your chair, looking at the man kneeling in front of you and wondered what you had done to deserve him. His warm smile made you feel safe.

He rose from the floor, still holding your hand and pulled slightly, bringing your soft form into his strong arms. With gentle fingers he combed through your hair and held you tighter, setting another kiss to your temple. “Come on, darlin’. I’m gonna make us some dinner and then we’ll snuggle up on the couch for a bit, hm?”

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pengujoon · 8 months

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00:56

“Crusty nails? Yep.”

“Skinny fat? Tick that off.”

“Thighs that spread whenever I sit? Sure.”

“Scars from when I was-“

“What are you going on about?” You heard your husband shuffling over to your side of the bed with a worrisome look on his face.

“Oh… it’s nothing much,” you said nonchalantly, “go back to sleep, darling. It’s nothing much for you to be concerned of.” You smiled, but he could easily see though your poorly put-on facade, and you knew that very well.

“Love,” he sat up, hands reached out for yours, his thumbs caressing the back of your hands, “what’s wrong?”

Your voice is a whisper, your breathing heavy as you leaned into him, the warm weighted blanket acting as a shield from the cold wind from the air conditioner.

“You do remember that I went out with my friends yesterday for a meetup, right?” His short hum of recognition prompted you to continue. “When we were out having a good time in a cafe, our topic of conversation suddenly shifted to talking about our accomplishments - no, sorry, their accomplishments.

“One of them is a rising model, and just got signed under a rather renown modeling agency. The other one got promoted to a manager from a supervisor, and the other just started their PhD.

“I just feel like I’m lacking in everything. Beauty? Not me. Brains? Definitely not.” You chuckled emotionlessly. “What am I even remotely good at?”

You sighed, and felt tears well up in your eyes; your voice threatened to break if you continued any longer. You wiped away the stray tear that found it’s way down your cheeks, and glanced upwards to the ceiling, feeling your limbs slowly go weak the longer you stayed in your husband’s warm embrace.

“It’s always them and how they’re doing, how good they’re doing, isn’t it?” His soft voice pierced the silence, his rough hands gently caressing your hair. You felt your tears flow down your cheeks as you nodded, your back of your right hand laying flat against your forehead, your eyes shut close in an attempt to stop the tears.

“It’s always this feeling,” he said, looking into your eyes deeply, “this feeling of not being good enough, isn’t it? This feeling that there are always people who are better than you, no matter how much you tried.”

You remained silent, feeling your muscle relax under his constant touch as he continued.

“Do you ever tell people the bad experiences that you go, or rather, went through?”

Surprised by this sudden and rather unrelated question, you shook your head uncertainly.

“We all have our own battles that we face, love. It’s hard to talk about these things even with people you trust. It’s easy to look at them and think they’ve got everything figured out, like they’re walking on this smooth, glittering path while we’re trudging through mud.”

Sniffling, you whispered back. “But sometimes, it feels like they’re untouched by any of the chaos. It’s not hard to feel inadequate, you know?”

“I do, too well even for my own liking,” he chuckled, “but one thing I do know is that everyone’s battling their own storm. We’re all captains of ships, sailing through unpredictable seas. Just because we can’t see the tempest from the shore doesn’t mean they’re not there.

“We’re all writing stories that are far more intricate than they appear at first glance. It’s all those hidden chapters that truly define our narratives.”

You sighed, then sat up to face your husband. Every time you look at him, you always wonder how it’s possible for someone to hold so much love within the depths of their gaze. His eyes hold a love so deep that as though it’s a sanctuary, a place where you can surrender yourself, your fears, and let his love embrace you fully.

“I wish,” you whispered under your breath, not looking into his eyes for you were afraid that you couldn’t hold your tears in, “I wish I could see myself the way you do.”

“Love,” he said, holding your hands, “look at me.”

You glanced up at him; he bathed in the delicate luminescence of the soft moon glow through the window, assuming an otherworldly presence, as if drawn from the tapestry of dreams.

“I wish I could gift you the mirror of my perception, to reveal the stunning masterpiece that you are. Every facet of your being, every little thing that lights up your eyes, is a marvel to me. All those scars, all those things you’re unsure about, I love them, because they’re part of you.

“Until then, know that my eyes only reflect the truth of your magnificence and beauty, my love.”

Your eyes glimmered, a fragile response to his words, as you managed a shaky whisper, “You always know how to say the right thing.”

He leaned in, drawing you into an embrace, an unspoken promise of his affection woven into the way he held you close. He whispered, “Because every word I speak to you is laced with the truth of my heart. Your laughter, your quirks, they’re melodies that echo in my soul.”

Your fingers clenched the edge of the blanket, knuckles turning white as your gaze flickered downward. A subtle quiver danced through your voice. “But what if I’m not good enough?” The vulnerability of your question hung in the air, the unspoken turmoil evident in the slight tremor of your lips.

He shifted closer on the bed, his movement a silent affirmation of his presence. His fingers found yours, intertwining gently, offering a reassuring squeeze. With a tender gaze that held you and nothing else, he softly replied, “Love, you’re more than enough. I promise you, every doubt you have is overshadowed by the incredible person you are.

“You are not just enough, you are immeasurable in your worth. In my eyes, you’re the sun that rises after the darkest night, casting away shadows and filling the world with warmth. My love, you’re more than enough for me, for us.”

He lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss against your knuckles.

“When I look at you, I see a universe of stars that shine uniquely. Your journey, your struggles, they’re part of what makes you breathtakingly you.”

As your breaths synchronised in the quiet intimacy of the room, he traced the outline of your hand with his thumb, a slight reassurance of his presence. “In your laughter, I find my joy; in your eyes, my universe unfolds,” he whispered, the air charged with tenderness. “and in the depths of my being, there is a love that’s boundless, a love that defies worlds.

“And, my dearest, I love you beyond measure.”

Your emotions, held back for so long, found release in the embrace of his arms. The weight of your fears, your doubts, spilled forth in silent tears, each droplet a testament to your vulnerability. He held you, offering a sanctuary of warmth and solace, sharing the unspoken language of comfort.

Eventually, as your sobs turned to soft exhausted breaths, a tranquil calm settled over you. Gently, he shifted, his touch as delicate as a whisper as his lips brushed against your forehead.

The night felt as though it had woven its tapestry around you, painting your form with a silvery luminescence. He tenderly whispered, “Goodnight, my love,” his words a final caress before he let your dreams carry your away.

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softxsuki · 6 months

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Last time I requested was a whiiiile ago. I try not to request ppl too often bc I save them for urgent, I’m that one anon who asked u to write the human trafficking toman thing. I’d like to register myself as 🐈 anon if that’s available, if not then 🐈‍⬛. Anyways urgent request pls, hope you don’t mind, maybe Karasuno team reactions to learning their manager is out of school bc of a suicide attempt?? Idk if you write for haikyuu as teams so sorry 😭 if not maybe just Kenma on his own? Tysm in advance 😭

Kenma Finds Out You Tried Taking Your Own Life

mentions of sui*ide, don't read if that will trigger you pls

Pairing: Kenma x Gn!Reader

Warnings: mentions of attempting to take your own life, hospital, worrying, embarrassment

Genre: Comfort?

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 430

Summary: In which you're Nekoma's manager and attempt to take your own life and Kenma finds out

[A/N: Hey! I remember you and yes ofc you can be 🐈anon! <3 Hope this gives you some comfort. I only write for certain ppl in Karasuno, not as a team, so I went with the Kenma one. Hope that's okay!]

Kenma:

This is the most anyone has ever seen Kenma react to anything before; his usual stoic expression goes pale and visible worry takes over his features

Practice is a disaster since all he can think about is you. Whether you were okay and wondering why you tried to take your own life…he was scared

It gets so bad that Kuroo ends up sending him home so he can relax, but whispers in his ear that he should go visit you in the hospital where they were monitoring you for a while until they thought you were stable enough to go back home

He’s hesitant at first, but knows he won’t be able to focus until he can see with his own two eyes that you are okay

So he takes a trip to the hospital, stopping on the way for some snacks he knows you like and some flowers in hopes that they will brighten your day, but he's beyond nervous. What will he say when he sees you? What if you don’t want him there? Yet he still pushes forward and walks to your room

You’re slightly embarrassed when you see Kenma walk into your room; you were Nekoma’s manager, yet here you were in bed after attempting to take your own life, but you try and meet his eyes, grateful that he took the time out of his day to see you

He’s a little awkward and doesn’t exactly know what to say other than keep you updated on how practice is going

“I…I just want to say that we really appreciate you as our manager. We wouldn’t have been able to get as far as we have without you, so please, stick around with us”

It’s simple and doesn’t exactly address what you attempted to do to yourself, but it hits deep and makes you tear up a bit as you nod in agreement

Kenma was there to support you, not judge you and you could clearly see that in his eyes as he treated you like always, despite how fast his heart was beating and the relief that went through him when he saw you smile

After visiting you, he continues to visit you everyday after practice and is even able to focus a little better, which the rest of Nekoma are relieved about–they can’t have their setter messing up

But things finally go back to normal when you return as their manager and they throw you a huge welcome back party, showing you just how much they truly appreciate you, especially Kenma

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Posted: 11/12/2023

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berryaide · 2 years

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Tsukishima intertwined his legs with yours from behind as he spooned you. You pull his arm to rest on top of your hip and pushed your back further into his chest, wanting to be closer to him. He kisses your head gently “what’s up with you? You’re not usually so touchy” He asked but you didn’t answer, instead you started caressing the palm on his hand. After a few seconds of an airy silence you finally spoke “it’s nothing, I just missed you today” that’s what you settled on but Tsukishima knew there was more to it. You and Tsukishima had only been dating for a few months but you’ve been friends for years, he knew something was up and knowing you it was probably just some dumb video you saw that made you sad and you were still thinking about it. “Hey Tsuki?” Your voice cracked- you now have his undivided attention. He gives a small hum of acknowledgment, squeezing you hand to let you know he’s listening. That’s when he noticed you trembling and he heard small sniffles, it was clear you were trying not to cry. Tsukishima was so worried, what happened? Was the video that awful? He barely heard you speak as you tried to sound composed by whispering “Promise you won’t ever leave me like everyone else does.” Tsukishima sat slightly up so he could lean over you and wipe your silent tears. He gently moved his hands up to your face and squished your cheeks together which made you giggle- it always did. You gently pull his hand away and start caressing his palm again. “Don’t be an idiot, like I’d ever do something that stupid unlike everyone be else” he joked and you elbowed his chest “hey! I’m trying to be serious here!” You said in an playfully offended tone which made Tsukishima laugh. But you were serious, when Tsukishima’s laughter faded away you flipped over so that you were facing each other and you held eye contact with him. “Promise you won’t leave me” you said once again, he leaned down and ghosted his lips over yours promising “I’d never leave you, I will forever promise you that” before connecting them in a kiss.

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nanamistie · 10 months

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Bokuto x gn.reader

Warings: angst,a little bit of comfort

Bokuto hated arguments, especially with you. You two know that even if you fought so bad, you still missed each other.

Bokuto felt so quilty, because he never thought that he could make you this angry, that he decided to leave you some space and he slept on the living room couch.

The space that he gave you was good for you, but bad for him. He hated to sleep alone in such a tiny place, he wanted to wrap his arms around you and kiss you on the forehead, while he's apologizing for making you mad.

Thinking of you and how mad you we're, made him cry to sleep, but the problems we're 1. he cried so silently that you didn't even hear him, and 2. he didn't sleep the whole night.

He missed you so much, he wanted to lay next to you in the bed and hug you tight, but he didn't dare to do it. You we're so asleep that you didn't even hear his footsteps.

Next thing you know, Bokuto entered the bedroom so quietly and so polite, you didn't even feel his presence. He didn't dare laying next to you in the bed, he felt too quilty.

He laid next to your bed, not even touching the edge of the bed. He sat down and admire you. He saw something that broke his heart, tears on YOUR cheeks. He couldn't believe it, he really made you cry. It felt so horrible for him. He immediately took your hand into his, which was hanging on the ground, still sit next to your bed, and lay down on the floor holding your hand.

He kissed your hand and whisper a "I'm so sorry, angel,so sorry" and a "good night,love". He felt so bad,he wanted to go emo mode and cry under his desk, but he fought the urge to do that, he was thinking of making you feel better as soon as you woke up in the morning.

It was 2 am. He couldn't do it anymore, it was heartbreaking to him, he couldn't just stay there next to you and don't apologize, hug and kiss you. He decided to stay up all night and go out to get your favorite things. He bought you ingredients for your favorite breakfast, a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers, a teddy bear and your favorite sweets.

You hear the door close and you wake up so quickly and go see who opened the door. You saw Bokuto with a lot of bags in his hands and you go to the living room to talk to him. You know he felt bad, you couldn't even get him out of your mind.

"Kou, what are you doing up this late" you said yawning. A that point, he felt even worse, but felt a little chance of you forgiving him. "Baby, I'm so so so so sorry-" you see your tall boyfriend with big black circles under his eyes, you immediately interrupt him. "You haven't slept already?" He pouts a little because you didn't let him apologize but responde with a quiet "no...". As you hear that, you take him by his wrist and bring him to the bedroom. You want to put him in the bed but you felt him not wanting to come in bed with you. "Kou,..." you said with a shaky voice.

"I don't deserve to sleep next to you! I-, I hurt you, I made you cry, I-"you cut him off with a sloppy kiss. Tears we're streaming on both of your face, eyes we're closed and hands we're snaking on you both.

"I'm sorry"he says as the kiss breaks. "It's okay baby, everything alright"you kiss his forehead and push him slowly on the bed. You two end up cuddling the rest of the night, not knowing what of a surprise your going to find in the morning.

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duckymcdoorknob · 1 year

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Hi Ducky could I send in an emergency request? I’ve been having really bad anxiety and panic attacks and Kuroo and Oikawa are my top comfort characters so I wanted to know if something with that could happen…?

Hello!! Thank you so much for the request.

Thank you for trusting me with your issue. I will make sure to write this to the best of my ability.

My dms are always open. Let me know if you need anything!!

CW BELOW THE CUT: graphic descriptions of panic attacks.

𝑇𝑜𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝑂𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑤𝑎

It’s not like you could help it or anything… they just, kinda happened.

The more you thought about not thinking about it, the more and more they started happening.

Truthfully, you knew that there wasn’t any real danger. But damnit, your mind was dead set on convincing you otherwise.

Luckily for you, you had an incredibly attentive person attached to your hip.

Tooru Oikawa, your best friend since diapers, wasn’t the most emotionally adept individual, but he could pick up the signs of a panic attack before you even realized they were occurring.

So, on the night of his eighteenth birthday, he knew just what to do, and how to do it discretely…

You, Oikawa, and three of his other friends, were all seated at a restaurant for a nice meal. Everything was normal, Makki glaring daggers at Mattsun, Iwaizumi trying vainly to keep them tamed, and you and Tooru spectating the whole ordeal.

As they all say: it really does come out of nowhere.

Breaking you from your previously serene state was a nauseating wave of panic. Nothing was happening to you, and yet your mind was alerting you of danger. Why?

You noticed first your vision tunneling into an almost blurry state. That’s okay, that’s manageable. You can live with some weird vision.

That is, until it got worse.

You then noticed your chest bearing a heavy weight. The pressure on your lungs made your chest burn and your head spin. It hurt. But, that’s alright, you can do it! Right?

Tapping your finger to keep yourself grounded, you start hyper-analyzing the menu that was adorning the side of the wooden table. But, it wasn’t working…

Barely managing to whimper out a sentence, you alert the party that you were going to use the restroom. Hastily, yet carefully, sliding out of your chair, you rush toward the front of the room, making a beeline for the front door.

Pushing the heavy, glass doors open, you found a secluded area and slid down the wall. Grasping the collar of your shirt, you attempted to heave out breaths to no avail. Tears flooded your vision as your head pounded from the lack of breath entering your lungs.

In the midst of the darkness, a gentle hand was placed on your shoulder, so lightly as if the person doing so didn’t want to startle you.

“Hey, I’m right here.” A hushed voice cooed, “You don’t have to do this alone, you know.”

As it turns out, Oikawa had noticed your speed to escape, and instantly knew you needed help. Excusing himself to take a phone call, he rushed outside as well.

“ ‘K-Kawa? Wha’ you doing-” You grimaced, every word a labor.

“No no, shhh. Don’t talk yet, take a minute.”

You nodded and closed your eyes, hanging your head low between your legs.

“Aht aht, no. You can’t put your head down like that, you know this.” His hand gently touched your chin to pull it upward. “You can do this, I know you can.”

“Mnh, h-hurts…” you whimper.

“I know, honey. I know.” Oikawa carefully takes your hand, brushing his thumb over the knuckles, “is it alright if I hug you?”

After pondering for a second, you hesitantly nod. The brown-haired male slowly enveloped you in his arms, cradling you as carefully and lovingly as possible. “There we go, hang on to me.”

You obliged to his instructions, resting your head on his shoulder and tracing shapes into his back with your finger.

“You can’t forget to breathe, (Y/N).” Oikawa’s cooing voice was a gentle reminder of your ultimate goal: not asphyxiating.

The setter’s hand rested on your back, rubbing in a careful pattern. “I’ve got you, you’re safe, I promise you that whatever is in your head right now is not going to harm you. We are in no immediate danger, I assure you.” His voice was like honey, sweet and delicate, as reassurances flowed from his lips.

After a few more minutes, your breathing had leveled, and your vision had returned. You sigh tiredly, and un-tense your body, slumping into his shoulder.

“There they are, welcome back.” The brunette chimed as he brought his other hand up to cradle the back of your head. “Is this okay? Do you need to be held a little longer?”

Cuddling up to him, you smiled and sighed in content, “yes please… m’sorry I made you miss your birthday dinner.”

“Mm it’s actually quite the contrary, (Y/N). The boys think I’m making a phone call, and if know those three, Iwa-chan will still be trying to keep the feral children under control right now.”

You chuckled and closed your eyes once more. “Thank you, Tooru.” You whispered.

“Anytime, (Y/N).” Oikawa replied, gently kissing the crown of your head.

By the time you re-entered the restaurant, you noticed that he was in fact correct. Poor Iwaizumi was currently trying to keep Mattsun from dying at the hands of Makki.

The two of you wordlessly slipped back into your seats at the table, and Oikawa shot you a supportive wink and a smile.

While your panic attacks do come out of nowhere, and completely derail your plans, you’re forever thankful for your best friend that helps put you back on track.

𝑇𝑒𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑜 𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑜

It’s sort of funny how some things can lead to great friendships.

When your panic attack hit, you didn’t even know Kuroo that well, you just ended up in a study group together.

Leave it to your teacher to give you the biggest test of the year right when you’re having trouble in his class…

When you voiced your troubles to your best friend, Yaku, he immediately suggested that the two of you form a study group for the exam.

With snacks and drinks lining the table, gentle music playing from someone’s phone, and a variety of colored, dry erase markers, your group was ready to go.

At first, an hour went by with no issues. You were confidently answering questions and getting them correct. However, when you answered your first question wrong, something changed within.

Your confidence left and you suddenly went radio silent. Even if you knew the answer, you didn’t try to speak up. This did not go unnoticed by Kuroo.

As the minutes passed, little things began to develop.

The words on your paper became a staticy blur, each letter being distorted by your slowly tunneling vision. Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth as the rest of your body broke out into a cold sweat.

Above all else, you were having a bit of trouble getting air in. You couldn’t risk speaking, but you couldn’t be in the room any longer. Wordlessly, you stood up from your chair and rushed out of the door.

Once you were safely outside of the library, you instantly plopped down in the grass, flat on your back, gasping for air. You couldn’t breathe, and it was scaring you. Tears rushed to your squeezed-shut eyes as heavy weights pounded atop of your chest.

After about fifteen seconds of solitude, you heard hasty crunching from the grass below you. “Hey, (Y/N), you have to sit up.”

You recognized the voice… where had you-

“You’ll never get any airflow like that. Sit up with your back straight.”

Regardless, you obliged. You insecurely positioned yourself upright as the smallest amount of air returned to your lungs.

“Good job.” The voice praised. “Is it alright if I sit behind you? I won’t touch you yet if you aren’t comfortable.”

You hesitantly nodded your head, still finding yourself panting and choking on your sobs.

There wasn’t even a moment’s worth of hesitation in the sudden action. The person sat behind you, legs open, with you seated in between them.

“Here’s how we’re gonna do this.” The voice began, “Tap my right knee once for yes, twice for no. Okay?”

You tapped his right knee, mind starting to slowly unfog.

“Can I touch you yet? Are you comfortable with that?”

At this point, you were ready for the panic attack to stop, you didn’t care how. You gently tapped the person’s right knee one time.

Carefully, you were pulled flush against the person talking to you. You immediately noticed the sleek material of a windbreaker… “K-Kuroo?” You croaked.

“Yeah, it’s me.” He replied, gently taking your hand, “But don’t speak yet, you need to get your breathing under control.”

You nodded and laid your head on his shoulder, loosening the tension in your eyelids. From then on, you focused on taking a breath.

“Easy does it… nice and slow…” the male whispered, gently rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. “Do you mind if I rest my hand over your heart? This works well for my little sister.”

With a staggered sigh, you tapped his knee once. What did you have to lose?

Kuroo slowly brought his hand up to the left side of your chest. “Here we go. I’m gonna start with my pointer finger, then rest my whole hand flat.”

The black-haired male did just as he said, and shockingly, you felt the weight from your chest disappearing.

You quickly began to gasp in air greedily, panting heavily as the oxygen finally returned to your lungs

“Ah, welcome. back.” Kuroo cooed, “Do you want me to let go? Or do you need more time?”

“More time…” you whispered, letting your head fall into the crook of his neck. “Sorry…”

“Nothing to be sorry about. This is completely natural. This was your brain’s way of telling you that something was off. I’m just glad that I knew what was happening, because everyone else sure as hell didn’t.”

“I’m glad that I was able to help you calm down. I know how awfully scary these can be. You probably felt like you were going to pass out back there… didn’t you?”

You nodded with a sniffle as all of the fears on your mind finally came out in the form of tears.

Kuroo carefully turned you around in his hold, maneuvering himself to hold you securely by the waist, and to have another hand running through your hair.

“It’ll be alright, let it out. You’re safe with me.“

So, you did.

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

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sukunoon · 2 years

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11:53 PM — miya atsumu

atsumu sat on the couch, his elbows holding himself up on his knees as he hunched over, his face in his hands. his breathe was labored, his heart breaking where he sat as you screamed to your heart’s content in your shared bedroom.

he came home to you crying, sobbing to yourself in the kitchen where it looked like you were trying to make something. “y/n? hey what’s going on?” his voice was soft, soothing as he tried to comfort you to the best of his abilities.

you brushed him off, saying you were fine, though he knew otherwise. you walked to the bedroom, shutting the door behind you.

of course he followed you, knocking on the door and gently asking to come in. “just give me time alone ‘tsumu.”

“y/n…”

“promise?”

“of course.”

and that’s how he got his seat on the couch now, listening to your painful screams and curses that rang throughout the house.

he couldn’t hold back the tears that now flowed down his cheeks, dripping onto the floor below him. he didn’t know what was wrong, and that was part of the problem. he was lost, completely in the dark, and that made a pit form at the bottom of his stomach.

he bit his lip, harder than he thought as the taste of blood rushed through his senses. he stood up, not being able to take the pain of leaving you alone, going through whatever it was you were all by yourself.

so, instead of knocking on the door, he opened it, his features laced with the utmost concern. you sat on the bed, your arms wrapped around, hugging yourself. “‘tsumu?” your voice hoarse, barely being heard throughout the room, broke his heart into even smaller pieces than before.

“baby,” even more tears fell from his eyes as he hurried to your side, wrapping his arms around your waist as he knelt on one knee i front of you, now looking up at you as his lips quivered just glancing at your face, broken and in pain. “talk to me, that’s what ‘m here for.” he spoke ever-so gently as he wiped the tears off your cheeks.

it took a moment for the words to register in your mind that had felt fuzzy for hours now. but as you did, you broke down even more, leaning your head into the crook of his neck. a hand fell onto your head, smoothing back your hair as the other fell to your waist, holding you closer as he moved to sit on the bed with you.

“shh, ‘t’s okay. I’m here, ya know that, right?” his whispers were so soothing, so comforting as he rocked back and forth. though you didn’t reply, your intrusive thoughts too much for you to handle in that moment.

“why…”

“why what?” his voice was soft, curious.

“why do you love me?”

his eyes widened, his heart seemingly stopped as the words came from your lips. he was shocked at them, but he finally knew what was wrong, even if you didn’t say it outright.

“y/n, why wouldn’t I love you?” he smiled, lifting your head up from his neck as his thumb brushed across your cheek. “you’re funny, outgoing, caring, everything else in the book.” his voice, still soft, continued. “you handle every situation with the most care and control, you always put others above yourself, which I wish you wouldn’t do sometimes, but it shows you’re such a loving person.”

“but I-“

“nope, no ifs, ands, or buts. you’re beautiful on the inside and out, that’s why I love you so much. and I’ll say it a million times over if I have to.” he pressed a kiss to your lips, short but sweet in the moment.

“now, I know, I get it. I know how it feels to think you aren’t good enough for something or someone. but you are enough, you’ve always been enough, so don’t think any less of yourself, okay?” another kiss.

you nodded, his red eyes dried and bloodshot from his tears just minutes before. “promise?” he raised an eyebrow, extending his pinky finger.

a small chuckle fell from your lips as you interlocked your pinky with his. “promise.”

“and if you ever, ever feel like this again, text me, alright? I will not hesitate to leave that court and make sure you feel a hundred percent. ‘t’s my job as yer boyfriend right?” he cooed, smiling as he lifted you up, now standing next to him.

“thank you ‘tsumu.” you rubbed your eyes, your voice still quiet as your throat became sore. he places yet another kiss on your lips.

and another.

“of course, anything for my baby.” his hands traced down your arms, finally coming down to reach your hands as he held them tight, giving them a squeeze or two before speaking again. “so, what we’re ya making before I got home?”

“well I was trying to make cookies..”

his face lit up, overly dramatic as to try and cheer you up, make you laugh, at least a smile. “well let’s go try together, shall we? teach me the ways of the master chef that I live with~”

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tooruswhre · 2 years

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the boyfriend who loves those quiet mornings, rustling of the wind brushing against the window that’s just feet from the bed. feeling his grasp on your frame give you a little squeeze when he pulls you closer.

the one who always checks up on your eating habits to make sure you’re getting a healthy meal or snack. he’d even airplane the food that rests atop of the cutlery that he pressed to your glazed lips.

he’ll wear an apron and a cute little chef hat that flops at the left and decorative pins at the band. he sways slightly to the music in the background that plays through his phone, humming to the beat. he’s the boyfriend that always has you taste the dish to get your rating, like your a judge and he’s the chef.

the boyfriend who loves those little moments and things you do for one another. random words of affirmations, little dates and adventures you go on every once and a while.

osamu is the boyfriend that reminds you of how you make him enjoy the life he has with you being involved.

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julia-1901 · 2 years

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9:30pm.

On lazy mornings, when getting out of bed felt impossible, imagining the day at work wasn't something you were able to do, and your body felt like it seemingly was attached to the bed, Akaashi was more than happy to be your shoulder to lean on.

He didn't mind helping you dress, on some days dressing you entirely, nor did he mind listening to other wishes you might speak out.

And when he did help you dress, he worshipped every bit of your body, giving you a reason to make it through the day. God, he was able to make you anticipate the time you'd come home and see him again, although you hadn't even left the house yet. He would make you feel loved and seen, that is a promise.

His warm hand brushing against your skin so gently, you are barely able to feel it. His little kisses on your cheek, your forehead, your nose, they all sent the never leaving butterflies in your stomach flying in joy.

And after you were dressed, he would give you the most loving hug you could ever wish for, this however is no exception. Hugging you to him felt as if he was able to hold everything he was longing for effortlessly in his arms.

Afterwards he would leave the room, letting you mentally prepare yourself to get started, while he was in the kitchen, preparing coffee for the two of you.

Yes, Akaashi never failed to notice how some mornings were more difficult than others. Neither did he fail to make you feel like you weren't alone, no, you were seen and loved. You'd always be.

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domainofnao · 2 years

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When their S/O is confined and have a big bruise on both of their antecubital area due to repetitive drawing of blo*d

Warnings: Mentions of br*ises, blo*d, h*spitals

Tags: Oikawa, Fluff

A/N: Will be posting other characters and stories soon on AO3

Intro:

-You’re confined in the hospital for days and nurses had to draw blood almost everyday for various lab testing. This day though, is (probably) the last, they have to make sure that the results are returned to normal before allowing you to be discharged.

-Both of your antecubital area is now bruised and even if you have a high pain tolerance, it is starting to mess with your brain every time they come in early in the morning to draw blood. It is adding to your mental strain after being alone in the ICU for almost a week.

-Your anxiety was starting to creep in, making you more scared than hurt because seeing or imagining the needle pushing through your black and blue skin makes you wince, just wanting someone to comfort you.

OIKAWA

You chuckle lightly. His sleeping face is still as adorable as ever, you’d never get tired seeing it. It’s such a big difference from when he’s awake. It’s like seeing an overly passionate and energetic child calm down when they see their favourite blanket and decide to go to sleep.

“Why are you still awake?” As if he felt someone staring at him, he opened his eyes to search the room, only for them to land on yours. His body almost folded in half as he tried to fit his six footer self on the small visitors’ bed. You honestly feel bad, you tried to convince him to lie down beside you but he won’t budge. Teasing you, saying that he’s not allowed to get sick. (Even though your sickness is not contagious).

“Not sleepy.” Shuffling of the blanket surrounded the room when he sat up. He slips on his slippers and walks towards you who is adjusting the position of your lower body, allowing space to open up for him.

“Why? Do you need something?” He sat down, hands rubbing up and down your arm.

You hummed. “A hug please.” He chuckles, bringing his upper body down to you. You slipped your arms around him and tilted your head slightly, letting him nuzzle on your neck.

“Why’s my wife suddenly needy?” He teases, kissing the skin of your clavicle softly.

You rub his back up and down. “I’m just feeling weak.” Oikawa shot his head up and stared at you with an unexplainable emotion. You stared at each other for a while when it suddenly clicked to you.

“No!” You chuckled, gripping his arms. “I meant mentally.” You tug him close to you and hug him again. “The bruises on my inner arms look nasty you know. And they’ll need another blood sample later. Just thinking of the needle near my arms is scary.”

He hummed and started caressing your cheeks. “I’ll hold your hand later. Just look at me okay?” He whispered, kissing your lips softly, then your left cheek. “I’ll give you rewards later.”

“I want a cookie.”

He gasped, looking at you with disbelief. “Not kisses?!”

You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms. “Are you telling me I have to do something for you to kiss me? Not just because I want to have kisses and cuddles? HMPH!” You being his partner for so long made you unconsciously emulate his sulking and diva personality. Even his pouting, furrowing his eyebrows, and head turning habit.

Seeing this, an exact copy of his annoying self, made him laugh. If both of you are like this then what will make of your future child? They’d be much sulky and more diva than the both of you combined.

“Pfft! Okay, okay. I’m just joking Y/N.” He held your hand, entangling them together. The other, tucking your hair behind your ear after ruffling it. “I’ll give you cuddles and kisses whenever you want. And cookies for following the doctor’s orders.”

He stood, going back to his makeshift bed, looking for his phone before sittin on your bed again. “Why cookies all of the sudden tho?”

“The hospital gave me one during my time in the ICU. It’s like I’ve been rewarded by being strong, you know?”

“I see.” He smiled to himself, his heart squeezes at your reason. My wife is such a cutie. He hands you his phone and grinned at you. “Pick what flavour you like. I’ll order now. Can’t let my wife be sad.”

You happily took his phone and added to the cart the flavours you wanted. “Thank you, love.” You said, smiling softly at him. Tooru has more or less always provided your needs and wants, the only exception was when he knows you have nearly the same thing in the house. Yes, he will spoil you to death but he knows how to save money due to him going independent from a young age. You admire this trait of his.

He scheduled the delivery at 8 am. That should be the time where you have already finished breakfast. “Hey babe, it’s getting real late. Let’s sleep even for a while, okay?” He stated, not leaving room for your whines. But of course you whine. Playfully tho, to which he just laughed at. He grabbed the chair at the corner and placed it in front of your bed.

“Sleep. I’ll hold your hand, okay?”

“Later too?”

“Whenever you want, my love.”

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pengujoon · 8 months

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03:27

“Hey.”

As your legs dangled off the edge, your gaze remained fixed on the city below, lights twinkling like distant stars in the night. The weight of your thoughts hung heavily in the air, as if the world around you had quieted to listen.

He entered the rooftop with a quiet step, a subtle acknowledgement of the space you needed. There was an unspoken understanding that perhaps he sensed the gravity of your restlessness.

A tense silence enveloped the atmosphere, pregnant with the weight of unspoken words. The world seemed to hold its breath, as if in reverence for the moment.

“It’s beautiful up here,” he spoke, his voice a gentle breeze that ruffled the stillness. “Couldn’t sleep?”

Your eyes shifted slightly to meet his, a fleeting connection that carried the weight of shared understanding. You nodded, a sigh slipping past your lips, a soft admission of the chaos that had kept you awake.

He stepped closer, standing beside you as he gazed out at the cityscape. His presence was a warm and steady anchor, offering a quiet refuge from the whirlwind of your thoughts.

“Sometimes, the night has a way of amplifying everything.”

You nodded, a small sigh escaping your lips. “It’s overwhelming, you know? My thoughts are consuming me.”

He offered a knowing smile, eyes reflecting the empathy that bound you together. “I’ve been there too,” he said softly, “like you’re caught in a storm that’s all inside your head.”

The silence stretched between you again, the city’s glow casting shadows that seemed to mirror the complexities of your thoughts.

“I noticed you leaving your room,” he said gently, gaze focused on the horizon. “Thought I’d follow you. Seem like you could use some company.”

A wry smile tugged at your lips. “You always seem to know.”

He smiled back, eyes holding a mix of camaraderie and solace. “It’s a gift.”

The night air seemed to hold its breath, as if the universe itself were attuned to your emotions. You shifted slightly, your fingers unconsciously gripping the fabric of your clothes, seeking an anchor amidst the storm within.

The rooftop’s edge beckoned, your body inching closer as if drawn to the precipice. The physical proximity mirrored the emotional tightrope you were navigating.

“I’ve been feeling like I’m on the edge of something, like I could fall at any moment.” you confessed, your words hinting a deeper struggle: the overwhelming thoughts that threatened to push you over the brink.

“I just want to shut off my thoughts, you know? Make everything quiet.”

A gentle breeze ruffled your hair as he reached out, his hand finding yours in a reassuring grasp. “Sometimes those thoughts have something to say,” he whispered, voice enveloping you in a warm embrace.

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, the emotions swirling within you becoming too much to contain. The lump in your throat grew larger, making it hard to swallow; your chest tightened as if invisible hands were squeezing the air out of your lungs.

He drew closer, his warmth melding with the chill of the night air as his shoulder gently grazed yours.

Softly, almost as if sharing a secret, he spoke, his words a soothing melody in the tense stillness. “When life feels overwhelming, remember that you don’t have to face it alone.

“I’ll stand by you, even in the darkest of moments.”

As the city lights continued their nocturnal dance, you leaned into his embrace, finding solace in his warmth and understanding. The rooftop, once a solitary space, had become a sanctuary, a refuge from the chaos that churned within you.

His hand found yours, fingers intertwining in a gentle grip that spoke volumes. It was a simple gesture, yet it held the weight of unspoken promises - a promise to stand by you, to share your burdens, to help you weather the storms that life threw your way.

In that moment, the edge you had perched upon held a new significance - a reminder of how closer you had come to a precipice you hadn’t fully understood.

And with him by your side, the night held a different kind of beauty, one rooted in shared vulnerability and the strength to navigate the tempestuous terrain of life together.

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softxsuki · 1 year

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Can I please request an urgent request about Kenma taking care of reader after their very painful stomach surgery? Thank you TT

Kenma Taking Care of Reader After Their Surgery

Pairing: Kenma x Gn!Reader

Warnings: mentions of surgery, fear, crying, vomiting, pain

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: In which Kenma takes care of you after your surgery

[A/N: Suzyyyyyyyy I hope you get better soon! I didn't specify the type of surgery reader had, bc I wasn't sure what to add to make it that specific and this just flowed better for me, I hope that's okay. enjoy <;3]

“Are you L/N’s family? They’re out of surgery now and in a room, you can all come in to see them now, if you’d like. They’re finally awake,” a Doctor calls out to Kenma and your family who are sitting anxiously in the hospital waiting room.

His character on his phone screen dies for the nth time at the news as he jumps up from his seat. He had spent his time in the waiting room playing a game on his phone, but really his mind was completely on you the whole time, not able to fully absorb himself in his games like he usually would.

Before your surgery, he did a great job of reassuring you that you’d be okay and seemed very calm on the outside about the whole thing, but on the inside he was freaking out. He hated how fearful you were about the whole process and would come to hate how much pain you’d be in afterwards. He wished he could take all your fear away, hence why he remained calm. Him freaking out in front of you wouldn't have helped you. And now nerves were eating him away inside as he walked behind your family to your hospital room.

The white walls were suffocating, and if it weren’t for you, Kenma would have never chosen to be in a place like that. He just wanted to be back home with you like things always were. His heartbeat was up to his throat as he approached the door that was slowly opened by your mother. Your mother was the first one by your side, checking you over to see if you were okay despite the pain clearly etched on your features.

Kenma snuck beside you and gave your hand a gentle squeeze before taking a seat in the far corner of your hospital room, away from your family. As much as he wanted to scan you up and down and try to distract you from the pain you felt, he was still a little uncomfortable displaying affection in front of your family, so he waited for them to leave. His eyes were on you the whole time, trying to express his love for you through them since he couldn’t say it out loud.

After what felt like hours with you in and out of sleep and groans of pain leaving your lips along with tears falling from your eyes, your family were finally heading out for the night. They bid you farewell and even patted Kenma on the back as your mother hugged him quickly, which embarrassed him a bit, but he hugged her back regardless–and then they were gone.

Now it was just the two of you in your hospital room. Visiting hours would be over in a few more hours, but he planned on staying there with you the whole time. Kenma took a seat on the chair your mother once occupied and held your hand gently as more tears fell from your eyes.

“It hurts so much,” you croak out, your throat in pain from the tubes that were down them during surgery.

He visibly gulps at the sight of you in pain; he hated seeing you like that. If he could take on all your pain for you he would–in a heartbeat. He felt so helpless beside you as all he could offer you were comforting words and his presence, but other than that, you had to go through the pain on your own with the very weak aid of your pain medication.

“I know Y/N,” he says softly, rubbing small circles on the back of your hand that he was still holding, “I wish I could do more to help you feel better, but all I can really do is just be here for you.”

And as much as it hurt to see you in so much pain, he stayed. Every day he came to the hospital as soon as visiting hours started, to the point until they ended. He stayed through the vomiting, the crying, restless nights–he was right there by your side until your discharge day.

Going home, Kenma continued to look after you. He listened carefully to the doctor's instructions, taking notes and memorizing everything like he would with the instructions to one of his video games. He was very serious about making sure you healed properly and got better as soon as possible.

In the beginning, he tries to keep you as still as possible, getting everything you need for you so you don’t have to strain yourself. He makes sure you’re well hydrated, even when that becomes too hard for you. When the time comes for you to get up on your feet, he’d hold your hand the whole time in case you need to squeeze it for support or if a rush of pain goes through you. All thoughts of video games go out the window and you become his main mission each day. He’s not satisfied until you’re fully healed.

Spends most nights pressing comforting kisses to your face and lips, shyly. He’s usually not so forward with his affection, but he thought maybe he would help distract you from your pain, so he didn’t mind if he got a little embarrassed.

One day you ask if you can play some games with him to help pass the time. You were sick and tired of the pain and just bored of not being able to go out like you usually did.

“Sure,” he agrees, setting up his console for the both of you.

You end up playing some multiplayer game with him, but he lets you win each round, he’s just truly focused on you, glad to see you in higher spirits for a change.

“Cute…”he whispers without even realizing it, clamping his hand over his mouth once what he said sets in and your eyes meet his.

Now bright red, he refuses to take his words back because he did mean them, you were so cute to him, absolutely beautiful, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be any less embarrassed about it. You just smile at him and lean in for a kiss, making sure to not strain yourself in the process though, Kenma jumps up and connects your lips for you in a gentle kiss full of love.

The game is once again forgotten and the two of you talk for the rest of the night until it’s time for you to sleep again. It’s probably your third nap of the day, but he tucks you in and gets cozy beside you, joining you in each of your naps so you’re not lonely.

He loves you so much, and you’ll definitely feel the love during these next few weeks together as he takes care of you.

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Posted: 10/28/2022

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