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rabbitenn · 6 months

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Hihi! Is it okay to request any boys of your choice with a reader that has stage fright and don't like loud noises? Thank you😊💞

ORPHEUS.

Despite your lover being an idol, you can’t help the wild beat of your heart every time you have to brave a stage and the loud noise that comes with it.

ft. Kujo Tenn, Nanase Riku, Izumi Iori, Isumi Haruka x gn! reader.

cw/genre: comfort, fluff, skipping class.

thank you for requesting, dear nonnie ! <3 I’m sorry this is quite late, but I hope you like the boys I chose for this prompt. It’s also my first time writing for Haruka, I hope I did him justice.

♡ KUJO TENN

Why did you choose, of all things, to become an idol knowing you had a major limitation? You wonder now, as you fuss with your outfit, hands sweaty on your microphone.

Today is your debut performance and you’re a mess.

You know you’ve practised for this, until your brain and muscles memorized every step of the choreography, every lyric to its perfect intonation.

You loved it, to sing, to dance.

To see your boyfriend smiling tenderly as you showed him the result of your hard work.

And yet, the stage waiting a few feet away from you is too daunting.

All the colored lights, all the loud cheers and claps… You had endured those before, but because the center of TRIGGER happens to be your boyfriend, you were lucky to watch his concerts from the stage wings, away from the loud crowd.

But today you have to face it.

“Are you nervous, my love?” A soothing voice asks from behind.

Tenn. Whenever he talked, you swore warm blankets and soft cushions could break your every fall.

You turn around, some of the anxiety rendering your body rigid, seeping away when you hear your boyfriend.

You nod, raising your gaze to meet his.

And when you do, your heart slows down to a comfortable pace, a ballad whispering in your ear that things will be alright.

“Come here.” Tenn utters, one of his hands reaching for yours.

You get closer to him, to the warm light that seems to radiate off of him.

Soft fingertips glide over your palm, two curving divergent lines in the wake of his touch.

The kanji for ‘people’.

“Swallow a human.” Tenn tells you, tone soft, as both his hands hold the one of yours he’s traced upon.

You give him a smile, bringing your hand to your lips.

Then, slender but strong arms wrap around you, the tips of his soft moondust hair tickling the side of your face.

“You’ll be perfect, my [Y/n].” The angelic idol assures, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“If I am, it’ll all be thanks to you, Tenn.” You reply, leaning into his touch for a few instants more.

When you next face the stage, the smile on your lips doesn’t waver.

You know your angel’s wings are close to you, ready to fend off the fear.

♡ NANASE RIKU

You hadn’t expected for your quiet career to lead to this.

You had always loved stories. Since a young age, they became your refuge, a safe haven you could escape to all the times life wasn’t kind to you.

At some point, you itched to create yourself the worlds inked on pages that brought you such comfort.

And so, you took command of the words.

Characters, romance, mystery, alternate realities, all of them penned by your hand, culminating in the publication of your first book.

Still, right now, your happiness is swallowed by the nerves manifested in the bite of your lip.

You guess it’s good your book sold so well, but you’re not amused in the slightest by the presentation you have to do about it.

Your breaths start coming in shallow, chest rising and falling quicker every time.

A certain someone by your side knows that reaction all too well.

“[Y/n]? Are you alright?”

Your eyes meet puppy-like ones, a thousand fiery sunsets contained in them. You take a deep breath. Riku had always loved your stories; countless times you found yourself recounting your tales to him as your hands ran through his carmine locks.

“I…” Your eyes dart around the venue, fans of your stories starting to march in.

What if you disappoint them? What if you mess up? What if some hater has come just to try and ridicule you in front of everyone?

You bury your head in your hands. You don’t want to look so pathetic in front of your boyfriend, who also happens to be your biggest fan but… you have terrible stage fright.

“I-I’ll be fine.” You finally stammer, as you release a long breath.

Riku gives you a worried smile, eyebrows furrowed in concern. You were always the one taking care of him… He wants to do everything in his power for you right now.

“[Y/n], you know I’m not the best with words…” The redhead begins. “But you worked really hard on your book, right? And I love it! I loved every page, I loved when you read to me at night when I was tired after work, or on colder days when my attacks got really bad! So, please, show those people what a good writer you are! I’ll be here, I’ll be here giving you all of my support!”

Your eyes soften as you take in your lover’s determined expression. His charm, cuteness and earnest words really are convincing; he’s so endearing.

“Oh, Riku…” You throw your arms around him, eliciting a gasp from him. “You’re too cute, you know…” He relaxes in your hold, returning the hug. “Thank you, Rikkun… I’ll do my best. For you.”

No matter how loud the crowd is, how many questions come your way, or how many people have your eyes on you, your lover’s lingering touch is your protective charm.

♡ IZUMI IORI

Perhaps applying for a part time job while you still haven’t graduated highschool wasn’t your best idea.

Not only that, but the cafe you will be potentially working at is pretty noisy.

And you really can’t stand the latter.

You pace back and forth in front of the establishment. Today you were scheduled to have an interview with the manager.

A lump forms in your throat, it becomes hard to swallow, you can’t. You can’t do this. Your vision starts to become blurry at the edges, you’re going to faint, breathing is becoming hard…

No, no, no…

Then, your back softly hits something solid, warm, familiar.

“I’ve got you.” An even voice reassures, while arms you always loved to hold onto securely envelop you. Like a gentle winter night, draping a starry shawl over your shoulders, shielding you from icy arrows.

“Iori…” You manage to breathe out, your grip on your bag, knuckle white.

“[Y/n]-san.” He calls, gently turning you around to face him.

His midnight gaze cools down the unbearable heat ablaze with your every breath, the steadiness of his expression, the anchor you need to prevent your sinking ship from drifting off into the eye of the typhoon.

Tears pool at the corners of your eyes, thin droplets of rain amidst a sky full of stars.

Iori’s eyes widen, he’s really not the best at knowing what to do when you’re crying… Logical words might make you feel worse… Comforting coddling talk is not his forte… What can he do?

Your boyfriend sighs, lashes fluttering closed.

He might as well go for it.

Before you’ve had time to answer his utterance of your name, Iori’s lips are on yours, his hands on your shoulders.

At first, you stand there, with a wide eyed gaze, tears frozen for an instant.

Then, he deepens the kiss.

And you give into him.

Your hands rest against his chest, as you, too, close your eyes, losing yourself in the indigo starlight of his reliable night.

Iori’s kiss is very much like him; steady, reassuring, a flawless constellation pointing you to the right direction. Perfect and unforgettable.

Your heart hammers against your ribcage for a whole different reason now.

You feel like you can face any noisy atmosphere, that no matter how many people were to interview you, you’d ace it.

It seems your boyfriend’s methods were effective as always.

♡ ISUMI HARUKA

You had been acting weird all day.

Haruka is wondering if he’s done something wrong at this point. It’s already lunchtime and you’ve barely uttered a word since first period.

Are you upset because today there’s afternoon classes?

He is not sure, but at any rate, this is getting awkward; you’re usually always showing him the games you play or sharing candy with him.

Screw it, he has to ask you, even if it comes off as too direct.

“Hey, [Y/n]-chan… Is something wrong?”

You stop the movements of your fork on your bento box, head hung even lower, if that was possible.

“…No…” You mumble, barely audible.

Haruka frowns, nose scrunched up as he scoots closer to you.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” His sharp amber eyes scrutinize you, searching the gaze you avert. “Hey, look at me.” Your boyfriend grabs your chin, effectively guiding your gaze to his. “You mean to tell me you’re okay when you have barely said anything or touched your food? I’m your boyfriend, did you think you could fool me like this?”

“I- I’m sorry, Haru…” You stammer, unshed tears glistening in your pretty stare.

“Don’t apologize, silly. Will you tell me what’s worrying you or not?”

“It’s just… It’s… I don’t wanna do the presentation… I- I have it today but… I just… I can’t do it in front of everyone…” You bury your face in Haruka’s chest.

He realizes you’re trembling all over.

For you to be so scared… This isn’t good… This isn’t good at all.

“When’s that presentation?” He asks.

“Now… In a while… On the first afternoon class…”

The idol sighs.

He holds you a little tighter.

“Let’s cut class.” Is his suggestion.

“But-“

“It’s fine. I’m off for work many days anyway, one more won’t hurt. Maybe the teacher will excuse you from speaking in front of everyone if you send in the powerpoint presentation. We’ll say you’re sick or something.”

Your hand slips into his.

“You’re so sweet, Haruka.” You tell him, as you snuggle by his side.

“I’m not.” He pouts. “Here, eat this and shut up.” He grumbles, shoving a piece of cake in your mouth.

Soft and sweet. Very much like his true self.

You smile. Skipping class certainly does seem like a good idea.

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