Had this angsty fluff idea
(Simulation au where the backstories werenāt fabricated)
Kokichiās s/o has a nightmare about his death and he wakes up to them pulling him close to their chest just holding him
Nightmares in the Aftermath - Kokichi Comforting troubled reader. Postgame!
ā” Cold, it was so cold. Your skin was prickling, hairs up and down your body were raising, your teeth clenched.
ā” Your chest hurt, ached even. Your eyes felt strained, pulled, almost blinded by the sight before you.
ā” Blood dripped down onto the floor, quietly trickling - taunting you
ā” The source? A slab of all unnatural appearance with hazardous warnings decorated over it, bright yellow tape beaming at you.
ā” However, it seemed no warning had been heeded.
ā” There was blood, it had been well established. After all, thatās what youād all been called in for - a death. It was only natural to expect that blood was to be seen, especially given the brutal nature of those long since passed before.
ā” But, you didnāt want to believe it. No, you couldnāt believe it. You had to not, for if you did, youād just be accepting it.
ā” Everybody else, though with a heavy heart, you could accept. But this time, this time you couldnāt.
ā” Because that would mean he was dead. It would mean your Kokichi was dead.
ā” Denial is a stubborn thing, and youād be damned if you didnāt believe the truth was not factual.
ā” Darkness circled around you, teasing your peripherals, gradually looming in closer than before. Your body shivered, the blood within you running dangerously cold.
ā” Your blood, your blood still flowing. It was coursing through you, bringing you life.
ā” You tried not to think about what lay underneath the machinery. How destroyed your Kokichi must be, how drained his body had become. Nor did you wish to think about how he must be morbidly akin to paper, how his pale skin must be coated in blood.
ā” But, you couldnāt stop yourself. It was almost as if your mind was actively conjuring up imagery for you, no matter how hard you tried not to think about it.
ā” You couldnāt take your eyes off the hydraulic press, not even for a moment. The darkness grew closer, almost pushing you towards the press. It was as if you and it, you and what remain of him, were the only things left in the world.
ā” The blood continued to drip, you could hear it now. It was cruel, tedious, toying with you. It must have amplified, it had to have.
ā” He was under there, and you were alone with it. No one was there, no one was with you.
ā” There was no trial, no assistance, no ending. Just you, the hidden remains of Kokichi, and the terrible tapping of blood against the now invisible floor.
ā” You felt the tears begin, although it felt like they were detached from your body. They didnāt feel like yours, but you knew it was your pain.
ā” Without warning, your arms stretched out in front of you, scooping up what seemed to just be air. You tried to reach the press, fingers curling, but you couldnāt get there. It was right in front of you, so why couldnāt you make it?
ā” More tears began to fall, your throat closing up. You didnāt focus on it though, desperately grasping despite the failure.
ā” This wasnāt how it was supposed to be.
ā” Kokichi woke up to the feeling of warmth pressing into him, almost as if it were holding him hostage. It puzzled him and, for a moment, he began to assume it was just the temperature of the air.
ā” Until his body clocked the feeling of fingers pressing into his skin.
ā” They were weak presses, more similar to a twitch than any demanding action.
ā” Thatās when he shifted his focus, now aware of the arms that held him close.
ā” Though the game ended up being an elaborate display of pretend, the events of it had really messed with all involved.
ā” For you, it had disturbed your state of mind. It seeped into your subconscious thoughts, feelings and, as of late, dreams.
ā” Kokichi had gradually begun to familiarise himself with these issues of yours, not as startled anymore when you reacted through your sleep.
ā” Sometimes, youād scream. Other times, youād mumble, beg, argue to someone unknown.
ā” This time, you grabbed him.
ā” Holding onto him like there was no other way to secure him, you kept him close to you, the back of him pressed against your chest.
ā” And, the most heartbreaking part? You werenāt even aware.
ā” Kokichi had learnt to become patient when you experienced these nightmares, acknowledging it wasnāt intentional.
ā” He tried to move, just to shift to see you, but it didnāt work.
ā” Your arms were wrapped around too tight, fingers still twitching, as if he were slipping from you.
ā” āHey, Y/N,ā he began, voice just barely above a whisper, āOi!ā
ā” He went quiet again, staring off blankly.
ā” He didnāt often know what more to do in situations like these. He could acknowledge it all he wanted, but he struggled.
ā” After all, he was uneasy himself. Who wouldnāt be?
ā” It was only recently youād both been released back into the world. Everyone in DICE knew there was a great deal of trouble amongst you both, baggage you hinted at but never fully discussed, and it had beenā¦difficult.
ā” You had both been subjected to horrors no one could else could quite comprehend.
ā” The simulation dealt a lot of damage, especially psychologically.
ā” Kokichi made the decision to wait a little while, just to see if youād calm on your own.
ā” There was no wailing, no discussion, just the quiet sound of uneven breathing.
ā” Again, he shifted, but this time to bring his arms up. Carefully, he brought them over your own. They hovered for a moment, as Kokichi was never good with genuine physical contact, before he slowly pressed against your own. His hands, a little shaky as they moved, curled over yours.
ā” It took a minute but, eventually, you stilled. You werenāt grasping anymore, nor was your breathing unsteady.
ā” He didnāt return to sleep though, not for another few minutes.
ā” There was nothing but silence, as if some unseen conflict had finally been settled.
ā” And he needed to ponder over it for a bit, all the while still against your chest, hands over yours.
ā” Maybe he ought to hold you tight in the morning, just for a little while.
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