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46 from Prompt List #2 for Makoto? Preferably where S/O flinches during an argument and genuinely thought he was going to hurt her? Thanks~!

hihi!

i’m not sure if i characterized him right 😳 BAHDJSDKAKD i hope i did though, and that you enjoyed this!!!!

the plot is kinda everywhere too, so apologies for that ;;

thank you for requesting! lots of love. <3

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I’ll Keep You Safe

Angst Prompt 46 with Makoto Naegi!

link to the prompt list!

genre: comfort/angst warnings: gn(fem?)!reader, mentions of guns/gunfire/bullets, general violence, arguments; no insults; yelling(slight caps), light gore(??), no (romantic)relationship established during past events, post-killing game word count: 2.03k

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his voice was so...loud.

“[Y/n], you could have DIED because of your recklessness!” he yelled, brows furrowing in frustration and worry.

did you even understand what you did?

the Future Foundation was scouting another place taken by despair, and the 14th division was in charge of securing the area. in the small district was Kyoko, you, Makoto, Byakuya and a few others.

however, no one knew that the people of the region was armed with guns.

normally, all power was shut off in cities, which caused any electric-powered appliances to be dead--including the factories that were producing bullets. however, the bastards were making their own ammunition by reusing the bullet shells they had fired previously, and making new shells by hand.

which was terrible for district 14.

you, Makoto and Byakuya had been cornered and scattered away from the rest of the group, hiding behind knocked over cars as you ran to find the people you had split up with,

“Naegi,” Byakuya had pulled out a pistol, cocking the head as it clicked the bullets into place, “take this and get [Y/n] out of here. the rest of the group should be with Kyoko at the northwestern bridge.”

Byakuya threw a spare gun at Makoto, the small brunette hesitant to catch it as his face contorted into a panicked expression, “Togami--!”

“you don’t think we should use guns, i know. i’m not stupid,” he sighed, trying to get a good look at the people on the other side of the street, “but we have no choice. we either get shot or get shot while fighting back. these people aren’t going to listen right now.”

Makoto bit his lip, hands trembling with the pistol in his hand. he grabbed your wrist, making a worried face while looking behind him, running off with you in his sights, “meet up with us later! the alleyway a block away from here loops around, so you should be fine if you go through there!”

his yelling had stopped when Byakuya only gave him a grin, as if he were stupid for not thinking of this outcome. his expression told the smaller man who had you in his grasp, “you can count on it”.

“Makoto! is it okay to leave him alone like that?!” you were trying to keep up with the small boy’s fast pace, “there are so many of them--”

despite your running and protests to go and get Byakuya back, Makoto had the plan to believe in his blonde friend and do his best to keep you safe. you will be safe, he knows you will. he believes in Byakuya to come back, as well. alive.

however, it became a problem when the people of the city had cornered both you and the man. once again, you were both behind a flipped over car, not knowing if the other people would shoot the car to blow up or not.

“Makoto!” you screamed, voice full of worry as your eyes darted towards a person with a crossbow behind him.

Makoto being Makoto, he hadn’t seen or felt any signs of danger despite it being right in front of him, and before he knew it, you had jumped to save him. your arms had wrapped around his head as your upper arm took the blow for him, a cry of pain leaving your lips as the arrow dug into your skin, breaking it as pink leaked from your opened limb.

your arms heavily trembled around him, and as you both fell to the ground his luck had made him shoot the intruder in the leg, the said person falling to the ground with a load groan.

as soon as he registered what had just happened, worry and dread had filled his chest as his eyes widened from your constant moans of pain.

“[Y/N]!”

your body laid on the smaller male’s, mind going blank--body going limp. it was hard to differentiate reality and fiction and whether or not there were two Makotos or one.

the last thing you remembered before blacking out was saying, “tell Byku toooo take it easy on you when he--uhhhh--scoldss you, mmm.”

so you supposed after waking up, and telling everyone that you were okay, his reaction was normal for a coworker who survived a killing game with you.

“Naegi, what did i tell you to do?!” you could hear Byakuya’s voice radiate irritation, a hint of anger and worry. it made a proud(smug) feeling swell within your chest.

“i didn’t-- i didn’t see it, Togami! i really didn’t know what--”

“Naegi, i think you need to calm down first,” a calm, cool and chilling voice filled your ears, making your face twitch into a small smile.

the blonde male let out a sigh, and you could hear his footsteps get farther away from the bed you were laying on.

“Togami, where are you going?!”

“i don’t need to deal with your recklessness more than i already have. i’m leaving.”

the door closed shut, though there was an obvious anger in the closing of the door as Togami left. Kirigiri gave a small sigh at the other male’s childish action, gently placing a hand on Naegi’s shoulder.

“don’t pay any mind to Togami,” she told him, noticing your eyes staring at the both of them, “he’s just frustrated--we all are. it hasn’t been long since the killing game ended, and we’re... we’re scared of losing them as much as you are, Naegi.”

the short boy nodded slowly, avoiding eye contact with the tall, purple-haired woman in front of him. he knew everyone was scared, he was scared. he was frustrated he couldn’t help you, he felt helpless for making you protect him instead of him protecting you.

you had... gotten hurt because of him. he could have done so much more to help you, and yet...

“i’ll leave you two alone,” Kirigiri’s voice had interrupted his guilty conscience, and his head had turned around to your laying down body and open eyes, his hazel ones starting to gloss up with tears, “take your time, Naegi.”

soon, the clacking of the detective’s heels had also left the room, the sound of the door sliding shut had noted that, now, both you and Makoto were in the infirmary. alone.

alone... he thought, gulping down the fluids that were wetting the inside of his mouth as he bit his lip and his brows furrowed.

he always liked being with you. you’d produce the fluttering feeling in his stomach that he didn’t mind, or make his heart race with joy and excitement. most times, he could hide the growing heat on his face, his face always flushing a slight pink when around you.

the thought of you two alone had not calmed his invasive feelings, it had only fueled them--making his heart thump with happiness and having his emotions take over his brain.

however, right now, his ever-growing feelings for you was the last thing on his mind, teeth clenching down on each other as he stared at you, obvious worry in the eyes of the short, brown-haired male.

“why...” he was nervous to start anything, just wanting to hold you--mostly to comfort himself and to remind himself that you were okay, but for our well-being as well. he just wanted to reassure you that everything would be okay and that you were...safe now.

“what--” a nervous laugh, “what happened after i passed out..?” you asked, hand going to the bandaged wound on and gently brushing your fingers on it before your hand went towards your head with a playful sigh.

you were nervous. Makoto did not seem happy.

“i-- well-- you--” he let out a quick breath, upset he couldn’t even form a sentence in front of you--he supposed that’s just how upset he was, “after you-- after you passed out, rubble had crushed the person who shot you and i carried you back to the bridge. after meeting up with Kyoko, we had you treated as much as possible before Byakuya arrived and when he did, we got you properly treated here.”

he inhaled slowly, trying to get all the worry nerves out of his body. he couldn’t help it, though-- the fact that he could have lost you...

“but why did you--! why did you do that?! you could have gotten seriously hurt or-- or even worse--” his breathing was irregular and fast, his hands getting clammy as his eyes started to water.

his voice was so...loud.

“[Y/n], you could have DIED because of your recklessness!” he yelled, brows furrowing in frustration and worry.

did you even understand what you did?

if you had died because of him-- if you had died because he was so... ignorant, he wouldn’t live past it, ever. he’s loved you before the killing game, during the killing game and after. how could he... cope with being the reason you had died..?

“and-and... it would have been because of..me....” he cried, voice cracking from the tension in his throat and the large tears that threatened to fall from his eyes.

“you’re so..!” he threw his hands up and into his hair, frustration finally taking over as his eyes widened and filled with a conflict of emotions, “IMPULSIVE!”

“...”

“you flinched...” his voice was weak; small..soft. the tears that had swelled up in his eyes had finally fell.

“Makoto-”

“NO! nonononono, you know i wouldn’t--” he started breathing heavy, full of worry as his arms fell down, approaching you. his small hands cupped your face with gentle, comforting care, “i would never--ever try to hurt you, i’m..” he pressed his lips into a thin line, a frown taking shape, “i’m so sorry...”

your hands rested on top his as you looked up at hims from a sitting position, a small, forgiving smile on your face, “Makoto... it’s fine, really.”

he cursed under his breath, holding you close in his tight embrace. his arms had wrapped around you protectively, shaking just the slightest bit.

he.. didn’t know you’d react like that. although, he wasn’t surprised, since he did know how that felt. when you survive a killing game and all, you don’t know who could...stab your back. both figuratively and literally.

but he-- he never wanted you to think that he would hurt you. he wanted you to trust him and believe in him and love him, like he loved you. for everyone else, it was so hard to believe that someone like Makoto could hurt anybody, but if you... if it was you, he knew it could have been different.

“i’m... i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to-- to scare you or make you think i was going to... to..!” he couldn’t even say it, parting from the secure hug as his expression washed over his features.

he was a small, sobbing, hiccuping mess. it would have been cute if you weren’t the cause of it, but you found it endearing that he cared for you so much.

he sniffled, taking the handkerchief out of his pocket and wiping his face with it, “i’m sorry,” he repeated, guilt washing over him, “you know i--”

your hand had taken the cloth away from his face, lips coming into contact with his. a gentle, warm, fluttering feeling had entered his stomach, face flushing a bright red as he indulged himself in the... the kiss.

his eyes were widened in a flustered shock. frozen and not knowing what to do, he stuttered, “wh-wha-what--what was--”

he was breathless, his unnerving breathing had become a bit more steady as you parted from your touching lips, and his hand had went to touch where your mouth had previously been in disbelief.

he looked at you, and you smiled, “it’s... okay. seriously, i just... need to get used to things being so calm and peaceful. it’s... weird to adapt to things being so.. normal--ish.” you laughed, a nervous smile on your face as he gulped down his words.

he gently held you again, head burying into your neck as he whispered to himself words that you might not hear...

i’ll keep you safe, he told himself, i will definitely...keep you safe.

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