HALOOOOOOOO idk if you remember me but I'm the combuster. (In case you don't remember, I'm the one who said id combust trying to wait for the next part of vod when u gave us a spoiler) It's been a while since I've been on Tumblr and I came back just to read vod again and then I thought about something halfway through re reading the series and the short drabbles of the series and I was just wondering. How would satoru react to reader just randomly fainting in his arms during one of their meet ups before the marriage? ANYWAY I LOVE YOUR WORK AND MWAH. BYEEEEEE
omggg my combuster anon i’m so happy you’re hereeee, hehe 💕 i’ve been writing a lot of vows of duty lately — pt 4 should be coming very soon!! one of the scenes includes satoru and reader meeting up again, and this little ritual has started between them where every time they meet, she brings him a bento 🥹
SOOOO, on that note, i can see reader being spread way too thin. she’s being pulled in every direction between her mother, her clan, these meet ups, and this quiet little responsibility she’s taken upon herself to cook for him.
every time she brings a bento, it catches him off guard. like… WHY is she being so thoughtful?! 🙄 he’s not used to ppl taking care of him, so of course, he accepts it in his own awkward, emotionally constipated way.
with them spending more time together, i also imagine there’s been this accumulation of little disagreements. nothing huge, but they’ve been happening more often now that they’re actually getting to know each other—and of course satoru is touch-starved, stressed, and carrying sm of his own frustration. which is why every time he snaps at her, he feels guilty almost immediately.
he’s noticed the dark circles beneath your eyes and the way you’ve seemed a little… off lately. and naturally, every time he asks, you brush him off with the same—
which slowly starts to piss him off even MORE, bc he knows you’re lying to both him and yourself—and part of him can’t stop wondering how much of it is HIS fault…
so one day when you come to meet him with another bento, you’ve barely managed to set it down on the table before your vision begins to blur and your knees give out. he’s moving before he even has time to think—teleporting behind you and catching you against his chest before you can hit the floor.
when reader wakes up… she’s in his room. in HIS bed. your lashes flutter open and he’s lying beside you with an arm tucked beneath his head, staring at you like he’s been waiting for you to wake up this entire time.
of course, you panic and immediately try to sit up, but his hand catches your shoulder, huffing. “whoa, whoa—easy,” pressing you back into the mattress. “you fainted, princess. so, maybe don’t go for round two the second you wake up, yeah?”
you look down and realize you’re wearing one of his shirts instead of your kimono that you showed up in, and your face goes HOT 😭
“i-i really should go—“ you stammer. “it’s getting late and—“
his eyes roll. “yeah, bullshit. you’re not going anywhere.”
“—you literally fainted.” the words comes sharper than he means it to, and his expression tightens immediately.
surprised by the concern coloring his tone, you shake your head slightly. “sorry—“ trying to brush it off. “I-I don’t know what happened. I—“
“—are you getting enough sleep?”
his brows furrow, studying you, and you hesitate.
“—that wasn’t what I asked,” he huffs rolling his eyes again. “christ. answer the question. are you eating?”
he raises an eyebrow while you just stare at him, completely dumbfounded. because suddenly, all those bentos feel different to him. he’s been eating every meal you carefully packed while, clearly, you’ve been refusing to take care of yourself.
“whatever…” he mutters, tugging the blanket over you. “we can argue about your terrible survival tactics tomorrow. go to sleep.”
