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Emergency Request Fulfilled: Hello T. I was looking to submit an emergency request. I’ve never done this before so I have no idea if we need to be incognito or not? Oh well.
If it isn’t too much to ask can I have something sweet and comforting with the reader dealing with a similar situation and Sanemi being there to comfort, reassure, and just make things better in general?
Sorry this is so long. Don’t worry about it if you’re too busy. I want you to take care of yourself above all else. Thank you for listening. (。•́︿•̀。)❤️
“What’s up?”
“What’s up?” fondness in your expression as you roll your eyes, “You might as well have added dude at the end.”
“What’s up, dude?”
“Nothing, dude.”
“You sure, dude?”
“Very sure, dude.”
Silence. Sanemi steps toward you, your body leaning against the doorframe, keys still in hand. A warm palm cups your jaw in a single, fluid motion, thumb smoothing over your bottom lip’s nearly indiscernible tremor.
“You’re lying to me,” softly, “Dude.”
“I’m cold,” you retort, gently grasping his wrist, immediately missing his touch as you press his palm back into his own chest.
Narrow stare meets stubborn glare as he plucks your keys from your grip, a low Tsk escaping him. Quietly, he turns away and heads to the kitchen, intent on brewing you a mug of tea. You’re home, and that’s what matters most. He knows you’ll unwind in time—maybe even talk to him—and he’s willing to wait. If waiting means he’ll eventually get the opportunity, your trust, to soothe the crease in your brow, to ease the weight in your shoulders, to hold you; then he’s willing to wait.
“Nemi?”
Your voice startles him as you slink into the kitchen, empty kettle hovering above the sink, concern having distracted him from his mission.
“Don’t hurt anyone, okay?”
His heart twinges. That means someone deserves hurting. He turns on the faucet, hoping to waterlog his imminent anger.
“On the bus, this morning.”
“This morning?” he interrupts knowingly.
“Every, morning,” you swallow thickly, “There are…”
“I won’t hurt anyone,” he manages to choke out.
Because he knows you need to know that you can trust him. That you’re safe. Because he knows violence isn’t the answer. Because he knows he’d rather listen to you in the comfort of your home than during visitor hours in prison.
“There are men who make me… uncomfortable. On the bus. Especially, like, this one guy. Fuck Nemi, it’s so crowded and like, I can’t move and I don’t know what to do or say. I freeze. It’s never bad enough to like, scream. It’s subtle. It’s horrible. I don’t want to be rude, but I don’t want to talk either! I don’t want to like, tell him where I live. Or my favorite color. Or how many people I’ve slept with. I don’t want his stupid leg squished next to mine, and don’t get me started on his breath. Of all the places to sit, sit! Somewhere! Else! FUCK. Nemi. It’s fucking public transportation. The fuck am I supposed to do?”
Sanemi isn’t sure what the fuck you’re supposed to do—let alone what the fuck he’s supposed to do sans violence—but he is sure that both of you are crying. Kettle long forgotten, he gestures wordlessly, pulse jumping to his throat when you promptly close the distance. Teardrops stain his shirt just as they drip onto your hair, fingertips digging into his hips as you clutch tight, tightly, tighter.
Fuck those assholes.
How do I-
How can I-
Shit.
“I could walk you to work?” he whispers roughly.
“There’s a reason I take the bus,” you mumble, “Walking’s too slow. Unless you carry me?”
Snorting faintly, he kisses your head, shaky sigh raising goosebumps on your forearms, “Let’s buy a car. I can drive you.”
“But insurance-”
“Worth it.”
And you know he’s not entirely serious, but the thought of him becoming your personal chauffeur coaxes watery giggles between your sniffles.
“Did I say something funny?”
“You’re sweet.”
“I love you.”
“Nemi…”
“I love you,” he repeats, poking your cheek.
And he knows you understand the promise beneath his steady declaration, tentative grin gazing upward at his wry smile.
I love you. I’m here for you. You matter most.
“I love you more.”
“More than my oversized hoodies?”
“Don’t push your luck, Shinazugawa Sanemi. Why do you think I’m dating you?”
Author’s Note: as always, pls heed CW (content warnings). These were not written purely for comfort, but also w/ ~realistic reactions in mind, so while they def lean toward comfort, there’s a certain lvl of inherent discomfort and pain in them as well. 🖤
Emergency Request Fulfilled: Can I request kny x reader, (sanemi, michikatsu, genya, giyu, & rengoku)
of an s/o who sh & feels very s*icidal
tough times yk?
Emergency Request Fulfilled: A request, idk if this is gonna seem insensitive, but could you write the hashiras reactions if they found out the reader sh? I have been struggling with these things lately and would like to see something like that, but if you feel uncomfortable with it then you don’t have to do this.
Emergency Request Fulfilled: I ended up breaking my streak of not sh-ing last night and I feel awful again. I was wondering if you could do a rengoku x Reader with that kind of subject material as a sort of pick me up. Sorry for bothering you like this it’s just I feel not so good rn and you’re someone who provides me comfort with your writing
giyuu’s eyes narrowed at rengoku, the bright man just smiled innocently.
"i had no idea they didn’t know," he sheepishly said.
as soon as giyuu got back from his mission, the flame hashira informed him that his wife was in the butterfly mansion. something had happened, and she needed to be taken to shinobu. unfortunately, rengoku wasn’t known for being quite—blasted eardrums will do that to a person—so the other hashira in the perimeter got to hear (for the first time) that not only was giyuu NOT single, he was MARRIED.
they ended up following him through the halls, pestering him with questions until they reached the room you stayed in. your husband ignored them like usual, the only thing on his mind being your well being.
his nerves were calmed, however, immediately upon seeing you laying in bed, a smile on your face as you chatted with shinobu.
"how are you feeling?" giyuu’s tone was soft as he blocked you from the prying eyes of the other hashira in the doorway. he made his way towards your side.
"tired." you smiled at him, letting your husband hold your hand and run his thumb over your fingers. "shinobu said it was a false contraction."
"it was caused by stress," your friend’s calming voice said. "makes sense, tomioka, anyone married to you would be on edge."
your husband just grumbled at his friend as you giggled. he then helped you sit up in bed, the blankets falling off to reveal your pregnant stomach to the small audience watching.
"you had sex?!" sanemi screamed.
oblivious to the small mass of people staring at you, sanemi’s outburst startled you, causing you to grab onto your husband’s haori. he instinctively pulled you close, his soft look switching to a death glare towards the doorway.
"hush!" giyuu seethed at him, finally giving attention to the posse. "she’s nine months pregnant; shut up."
although listening and lowering his voice, sanemi didn’t let his question go unanswered. "you’re not a virgin?"
"go away," giyuu deadpanned. "all of you, go away. now."
"it’s okay, darling," you tried to soothe him. "maybe you should introduce me to your friends."
you felt him tense up at that. he didn’t let go of your hand, and he only moved half a step away from you (half of them still couldn’t see you), and he spoke with a monotone voice. "this is my wife, y/n. she’s pregnant with our first child."
the was no verbal reaction from the onlookers, just looks of disbelief from the four of them. it felt like you were an animal in the zoo with the way they were all staring dumbfounded at you.
it took a couple minutes for shinobu and rengoku to get the others out, leaving you and giyuu alone in the room. as soon as the door closed, your husband grabbed your face and peppered kisses all over it, causing you to giggle. he took a seat on the edge of the bed to be closer to you.
"i’m so sorry," he said, kissing your lips. "i’m sorry i wasn’t here."
"it’s okay, baby." you let your head rest on his shoulder. "i’m just glad i didn’t give birth."
"i would never forgive myself if i was gone for that." giyuu’s hand ran up and down your back comfortingly.
you sigh in relief, turning your head to place a kiss on his neck.
"well now that you’re here, let’s get this baby out of me."
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ᯓ☆ 𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 : i love love love giyuu so much and i just want to give him all the love in the world. based on how i finally got thinning shears and have never been happier so i combined the two. weird concept but i enjoyed writing it.
! 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ¡ : mentions of depression !! may contain unhealthy hygiene habits and or unhealthy thoughts (brief s*icidal thought mention in the beginning) !! reader is referenced as from modern day era because i love this concept. this also might be really long.
𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕 : hi sorry this IS very long actually thank you
Giyuu is depressed. It's not a weird phenomenon or something that people really need to think too hard about. He’s depressed and has been for a long, long time. Now in your eyes, you know that some of the other Hashira know that something is wrong. And as much as you love and appreciate the kind company of Mitsuri, Rengoku and Gyomei, sometimes you really dislike how they submit to the others when they begin to bad mouth him — behind his back and to his face.
He doesn’t take care of himself properly and it shows. It isn’t just that he has bags under his eyes that gives away that he's tired. Because he is. It’s the mix of tiredness and sadness that causes your heart to ache. His eyes express everything that he wants to say without having to say it at all. And if anyone had ever taken the time to really look at him, they would know. He looks tired of everyone and everything. He wants to go somewhere and never come back. It’s a shame a demon hadn’t killed him already, he feels. He wishes he could just die in a ditch, but that would be too good for him. But he can’t do that. Not to Sabito, not to his sister, and especially not to you.
You have been staying at his estate for months. He was surprised, like many of the other Hashira, that you have chosen him when given the choice. It had irked him at first and he wondered if this was some sick joke. But you moved in after being discharged from the Butterfly Mansion. You helped make breakfast, greeted him nicely in the morning, took the time to talk to him even if he didn't answer back. You often asked how his day was at the end of it. You thanked him too many times for him to count and Giyuu doesn’t remember being thanked this much. He doesn’t complain, but when you are more settled in as his estate being your new home he is much happier that the thanking has stopped. You didn’t invade his space disastrously, you were considerate of him and respectful. And even though he will never find himself good enough, he couldn’t say no to you when you wanted him to train you. Nothing crazy, just enough to defend yourself as you were indefinitely a long way away from home.
It really shouldn’t have come to a surprise to him that you figured out his tricks, his excuses. It wasn’t that he had ever tried to hide the fact that he wasn’t really caring for himself. No one would have noticed anyway and even if they did, they wouldn’t concern themselves too much with it. But you, on the other hand, were always keeping an eye on him closer than most. And sure there were many ways that he wasn’t taking care of himself that he could easily hide away from you if he was so adamant about it. But the one thing he couldn’t hide, from you at least, was his hair.
His hair is matted, and Giyuu will swear up and down that he does brush it. But that's a lie and you know it. He doesn’t have the motivation to sit there, whether it be in the morning or after a mission, to brush through all the knots and tangles. He's lucky he can manage enough energy to sit there in the bath till the water gets cold thinking about his life choices. But that's it. He’ll tell himself that he will wash his hair tomorrow, that he will deal with detangling it then too. He can’t even fathom doing anything else. The idea of taking the hair tie out almost makes him nauseous.
You notice this after a while. At first, you assume it's because of a mission. He lies too, and agrees. It's the easiest excuse he can come up with to keep you from worrying. Yeah, after a lengthy scuffle with a demon, it would have been safe to assume that his hair was going to get messed up. But then you notice it looks the same every time after that, even on days where he isn't being sent out. His hair looks half heartedly brushed on the top, to hide the knots probably pulling at his scalp. After staying with Giyuu for so long, you felt comfortable enough to try and help him, because you didn’t know how much longer you could watch this go on.
So here you are in Giyuu’s room. You didn’t have to plead with him too much, he had no energy to tell you that you didn’t need to. That you had no obligation to him just because you were living there. At this point, he couldn’t help but be a little selfish and grateful that an angel like you had come to save him.
On his futon, you’re taking your place behind him. He sits in between your legs. You comb and brush his hair after you had to cut the hair tie out. That's okay, you tell him. You can have one of mine, I have so many.
Your touch is so gentle and nice and Giyuu doesn’t know what to do. He almost wants to cry, honestly. Even as you take your time going through the jungle that is his hair, trying to preserve as many strands as you can. It’s taking hours, not that you mind. It’s bad and it was obvious that it was going to take a while anyway. But Giyuu can’t help feeling guilty. He knows that you offered, that it was your choice to help him, but it's late at night and you should be sleeping. Not sacrificing your time and energy on him.
However, every ounce of your touch is comforting. Even as you hit a knot. It should hurt. But it doesn’t. It can’t. Not when all he can feel is the lovely, tingly sensation that's flooding his body and mind. You even take the time to talk to him, filling the silence with your sultry voice. If it weren’t for that, he would have fallen asleep by now.
You talk to him about his hair, getting an idea of what to do. Because you can’t just leave his hair like this. As more time goes on and more clumps of hair start surrounding the sides of the futon, you realize you are going to have to cut his hair. The more the hairs start smoothing out, you see how uneven it is. One side is now longer than the other. He doesn’t want to cut all his hair off. He doesn’t want it short. He doesn’t think he can handle it being that short. Even if the change might do him some good, it’s still too much change. And you aren’t going to do anything that he doesn’t want you to.
So you suggest a clean up. You’re going to try and fix it up without cutting it too short. So afterwards, when you give one final brush through his hair, it's time to start. And Giyuu is sad? Maybe. He misses your hands in his hair a little too much. But the way you softly guide him to where his back is facing the edge of the futon. Oh boy. He knows that it really isn’t the best suited place to cut hair, but he trusts you. You are very meticulous in everything you do and very determined — happy, mind you — but determined nonetheless to finish this little project you started with him.
It really doesn’t take that long to cut it into shape. Giyuus hair is beautifully thick and after the trim, his curly waves are starting to shape up just a little bit. But something is missing. Sure, you could just tell him that you're done. Giyuu wouldn’t argue or complain. In fact, he probably would be on his knees thanking you for the tiniest bit of care. But that isn’t what you’re about to do.
Giyuu, for the first time that night, is calm. And the way you softly lean over the side of the futon to your bag and grab the thinning shears, Giyuu begins to feel something deep within himself. Perhaps it's a nice burst of anticipation. He feels tingly and happy. Giyuu heard you mention the shears before. He had never seen you use them, mainly because he had never been within his estate when you’ve decided to do so. But that doesn’t really matter.
You took the time to explain the scissors to him. Even if he already had an idea of what they were used for.
“These thinning scissors take off a lot of weight and make everything so much smoother. I don’t like my hair ending abruptly, especially if it's a bit below shoulder length. So, I’m going to smooth your hair out on the bottom so it matches this little bit over here. Okay? Okay.”
You continue to talk a little bit after that, but Giyuu doesn’t register any of it. You're doing so much for him now, almost too much. Undeservingly too much, but he doesn’t dare say a word. He just relishes in the light touch at the tips of his hair by your hand. He can feel the gentle touches at the end of his hair along his back. After taking the time to be so considerate for him he would’ve let you do whatever you wanted. And that’s what makes him feel even more. He can’t describe the feeling. But, he knows that even if he were to say that to you – that you could do whatever you wanted – you would have told him absolutely not because it was his body, his hair, his choice and it made him so humble: so comforted.
You are back behind him, standing on your knees hard at work. The gentle, soft touches had him melting and wondering what he did to deserve someone as sweet and considerate as you. Every so often you were touching the side of his face. He guessed you were fixing his bangs and the hair that framed his face, so it would match. Yes, that’s exactly what it was because you explained it to him in that beautiful, sultry voice that made it hard to focus on anything else.
And when you were done he was almost disappointed. Your touch was still buzzing along his nerves and he was desperate for attention again.
“Okay, all done.” You murmured softly to him. It was so painfully obvious that he is in some sort of bliss and you didn’t want to startle him out of it. “Go ahead and see how it looks and feels. Tell me how it is.”
You handed him a mirror and honestly, Giyuu was surprised that he was staring at himself. He looked clean? Sure, his hair was greasy. He hadn’t washed it in days and you had never once judged him for that. You had said that you’d help him with it after you cut it, so that it felt extra clean and all the little hairs from cutting would come out too.
He ran his fingers through his hair and it was so smooth.
Maybe it was smoother than you had explained or maybe it was because he combed his fingers through the entirety of his scalp, rather than just his bangs and a few pieces of caught out hair. His ends were light and feathery? The bottoms of his hair flowed nicely and now he understood what you were trying to do.
You're ushering him into the bathroom. You have to clean his futon now because you have to change the sheets. You were absent minded about it, but you were going to have to change it anyway. Giyuu hadn’t been taking care of himself obviously, that meant he hadn’t changed the sheets off of it in a while. Now you seriously had to given the fresh layer of hair covering his bed.
You did this quickly, changing the futon covers out with new ones, not stalling for time to help Giyuu wash his hair. Giyuu hadn’t even realized you would have to wash the futon tomorrow, that wasn’t a task for tonight. But by the time he’s in the water you’ve already done what you needed to do in his room and now your hands were back in his hair.
You scrub his hair and lather the shampoo, and for the thousandth time that night he wonders just how lucky he is. He wonders who allowed him to have this. Who allowed him to experience such love and care.
Now he’s tired, so incredibly tired that he really doesn’t know what to do. Well, no that isn't very true, he knows exactly what to do. Absolutely nothing. He’s out of the bath and in bed momentarily. No time was wasted. He can barely keep his eyes open by now. The futon is fresh and he’s in his sleeping clothes. He’s laying on top of you as if he were a warm blanket. He thinks, oh so briefly, about moving. You might get uncomfortable or sweat or get crushed by him during the night. But then that thought went away quickly. Faded away, never to return because you are running your fingers through his hair still.
It's like a reward at this point. He feels the need to be thanking you profusely, but he can barely utter a sound. If he were a dog, his tail would probably be wagging violently. No matter how long you’ve been together he is still touch starved. Sometimes he doesn’t allow himself the opportunity or luxury of you. You're too good for him – he doesn’t think he will ever stop thinking about it. But you’re patient with him and it makes his heart whole.
cw: angst to comfort, nightmares/trouble sleeping, self doubt, suggestive at the end. Might do a part two? MINORS DNI.
Hawks doesn’t ask if you’re okay. When he stumbles into the dimly lit kitchen to find you elbow deep in soapy water, he knows. He can’t see the way your eyes droop, angry, inflamed circles around them from sleep deprivation or crying he isn’t sure. Probably some combination of both. He can’t hear your soft sniffles, the little hiccups that escape no matter how hard you try to hold them in.
He does see the way your shoulders shake, though. And not just from the force of scrubbing already spotless dishes in the water he knows is too hot. He can see the steam rising in thin ribbons, floating to the warm yellow light above the sink. It was a small request you had when you purchased the home with him earlier this year. None of the harsh, pale lighting and cold white walls you had grown used to in your shared apartment. And Keigo, happy as long as you were, obliged. The walls of the living room had been painted forest green with flower petals and golden vines. The master bedroom was a rich shade of royal blue with golden flecks and lavender haze that reminded you of space. The bathrooms of white but decorated with handwritten quotes and doodles from all of your friends. And two spare rooms, undecorated save for the feathers you had painted on the wall to remind you of your husband, for use however you two decided in the future. It was a dream. To have purchased a home of your own and to have a husband like Keigo who happily went along with your decorative tastes and smiled every time you thought of something new to add.
It was the kitchen, though, that haunted him. On every side, pale yellow walls surrounded him. And though marigolds in hues of burnt orange, autumn red, and varying shades in between graced the edges above the hardwood flooring, it felt…lifeless.
Keigo had never been a truly spiritual person. He didn’t put much faith into things he couldn’t see or results he couldn’t depend on, but even he knew something was off about the kitchen. It was as if the moment you strode through the dark wooden doorway, the happiness was gone. Leeched, forcibly drained as if some entity existed in the spaces between the walls and demanded payment for entry.
It had become a routine to find you within these yellow walls, scrubbing dishes, cleaning countertops, compiling grocery lists or budgeting. All ordinary, mundane parts of life that needed to be done. Tasks which Keigo had offered to help with in the beginning, though he gave up after numerous cheerful rejections from you.
“It’s all good! You’re busy with hero work. I’ve got this!”
You’d said it with such determination, he didn’t have the heart to argue. He didn’t want to offend you or make you think he doubted your capabilities. He’d watched you pull yourself out of a life of rage and torment. You had been what most would call a villain when he first met you, and he always reminded you that you pulled yourself out of the darkness. He had merely been there to assist.
He never doubted your strength. He only ever feared your willingness to speak up whenever life became too much. And it seemed he had been correct.
“Need some help?” His voice is soft behind you. There’s a hint of his playful smile, though tinged with sadness.
Silence is the only answer he receives. He’s used to this. You shutting down when your emotions are too fierce, and while both of you know it’s not the healthiest route, he knows getting angry or forcing you to speak won’t change anything. So, as he’s done many nights before, he grabs a clean towel and stands beside you.
“You wash, I’ll dry, right?” He asks, his hip lightly bumping against you.
You swallow hard. Keigo watches your jaw tense, cheek sunken in on one side as you chew at the inside of it. A habit you’ve been trying to break.
For a while, you stare at the towel in his hands. You’ve stopped washing, pulling your hands out of the steaming water so your wrists sit on the edge of the sink. His oversized shirt you’ve taken as your own is damp now, the material clinging to your midsection though it flows around your mid-thigh where it’s dry.
Keigo waits patiently, watching you out of the corner of his eye as he finishes the dishes and drains the water on his own. You want to talk so badly. He can see it in the way you keep clenching and unclenching your jaw, brow furrowed and eyes darting frantically from side to side.
“How could you ever love someone like me?”
Your question is quiet, but it still cuts through him like a blade. Maybe it’s the harshness of your voice or the tears that have begun to trail down your cheeks. Or maybe it’s the way your eyes are focused on his hands rather than his face. Not for any particular reason, he’s discovered over the years. All he knows is that it’s hard for you to make eye contact with him when you’re upset like this.
“Sweetheart, I’d love you even if you were a worm.” Keigo’s voice is laced with playfulness as is his personality.
Some strange cross between a sob and a laugh echoes in the kitchen. Your hand rises to wipe at the liquid pooling under your eyes and around your nose, but Keigo is faster. Softly, his fingers sweep across your cheeks until your face is cupped within his hands. He’s so close now you can feel his flannel pajamas tickling your bare legs, his torso pressed against you despite the dampness of your shirt.
“You’ll get wet, stop.”
Keigo huffs out a short laugh, his thumbs ghosting over the area beneath your eyes. Slowly, his hands slide to your neck, leaving a scorching path of heat as they trail down your arms. The ring on his left hand is cool against your skin as he lifts your shirt, fingertips tracing circles on your hips. “Then take it off. Let’s go shower and go back to bed.”
You pull your lip between your teeth, the idea of a hot shower blissful but the threat of sleep too disturbing to entertain. It won’t be restful, even with Keigo by your side. Maybe especially because of that. Because all you can think about is how much you’ve tarnished him. How much of his reputation has been damaged because he fell in love with someone who used to be a villain.
“Hey.” Keigo’s voice pulls you away from your thoughts before you can truly slip back into them. His left hand has a firm hold on your hip now while the other slides around to your back.
“I don’t give a shit what anyone says about us. You’re mine. And I’m yours. And if they want their friendly neighborhood Hawks to stick around, they’ll learn to treat you how you deserve.” His fingers ghost up your spine, leaving a tingling sensation that almost makes you lightheaded. And his lips. His lips are oh so soft as they press against your neck in a feathery touch that forces your hand to latch onto him for fear of falling.
“You’re my baby aren’t you? Whatever you did, however you feel, you’re still my baby.” The trail of hot kisses he leads to your ear is addictive, distracting in the best way possible. “So, can we go back to bed?”
You shake your head despite the fog falling over you. This feels good. It feels right. But you’re so tired of sleepless nights and fighting to keep the nightmares at bay. “Can’t sleep,” you barely mumble.
He chuckles again, hot breath fanning against your ear in a way that makes you sag against him. He’s so warm, so persistent in his love for you. It would be hard not to fall for him.
“We don’t have to sleep if you don’t want to, sweetheart. But, can I show you how much I love you?”
A/N: Working on requests has been a bit draining, and I’ve been in the mood to try and write for Hawks again so here’s this. Totally not based on how sick I felt the other night because of heartburn…
Warning/s: mentions of pills, mentions of vomit, gagging, and throwing up
Tears swelled in your eyes as you hunched over, slowly lowering yourself to fully brace yourself against the counter. Your phone dropped to the cool surface, switching to speakerphone as you awaited Hawks’ voice on the other end. You were begging anything and everything for him to pick up the phone. He didn’t answer the first time, and your facetime went unnoticed. You weren’t sure how much longer you could last without his help.
The pain just below your ribs increased and you couldn’t help but gag. Just as you were about to give up on the phone call, Hawks’ voice came through.
“Hey baby bird,” he cooed softly. “Everything ok?”
“Hey,” you replied quietly. “I need help.”
“What’s going on?” you could hear the worry in the hero’s response. “Are you hurt?”
“You know those chewy things for heartburn,” you began. “Can I take them with these pills in a pink bottle that says ‘stomach relief’?”
“Oh,” there was a soft chuckle on the other side of the phone. “You shouldn’t need to, but you can. The tums should work fairly quickly.”
“They ain’t tums,” you grunted, wrapping an arm around your chest. “They’re those chewy things.”
“Yeah I know what you’re talking about. They’re just a different type of tums.” Keigo was silent for a moment. “You have heartburn?”
“Bad,” you grimace again. “Just below my ribs. It hurts like hell. If I stand up for too long, or sit up too fast I feel like I’m gonna be sick. I took one of the chewy things earlier but it hasn’t done anything.”
“How long ago?”
You hummed in thought, glancing back at the stove in the kitchen. “Maybe 20 minutes ago? I don’t know, to be honest.”
“Take another one and give it another 10 or 20 minutes. If that doesn’t work then you can take the pills.”7
You nodded, knowing Hawks couldn’t see you. “Ok. Thank you.”
“Hope you feel better, dove. If you still feel nauseous when you go to bed, take some Zofran and have a bowl on standby. Make sure you drink plenty of water. I’ll be home in a few hours, but call me if you need anything else.”
You smiled slightly despite the pain in your chest and abdomen. “Ok, Kei. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye, Y/N.” You set the bottle of pills down on the counter, digging through the shoe box of medication for the chewable tums you had just tossed into the box. Then, you grabbed a glass of water and made your way to your room. You gently laid down on the bed, shaking another chewable medication into the palm of your hand before tossing it back into your mouth. You took a sip of water and lowered yourself down to lay on your side.
Time passed and the pain didn’t ease, so you shakily took two of the pink pills you had called hawks about. They were fairly large pills, causing you to gag once again as you took them with another sip of water.
You toss and turn for hours, hoping to find a position that could relieve your pain, even if just momentarily. The space between the base of your ribs hurt the worst and even just the slightest bit of pressure threatened to make you throw up right then and there. The pain was enough to keep you awake, but at the same time you were so exhausted you managed to doze in and out of sleep.
You awoke every 45 minutes to a new, achier type of pain just below your ribs. You tried adjusting your position but it only ever managed to make the pain worse, causing you to gag and desperately try to keep the contents of your stomach from covering your blankets. No matter what you did you couldn’t relieve the pain.
Hawks came home just past two in the morning, silently making his way through the apartment in search of you. He cracked your door open ever-so-slightly to see you asleep in bed. He took the opportunity to take a quick shower and change into his night clothes before checking in on you one last time.
Keigo gently lowered himself to sit on the edge of your bed, taking in your distraught look. Your arms were wrapped around your torso and you were curled into a ball. Your eyebrows were furrowed in what Keigo could only assume was pain. He wanted to wake you and try and help relieve the pain, but Hawks also knew that if you woke up you may not get back to sleep and that was something he didn’t want to risk. Against his better judgment, he stood slowly so as not to wake you and began walking towards your door.
He froze, however, when he heard you groan and then cough harshly, followed by what he could only assume was a gag. Whipping back around the winged hero rushed back to you. He sat beside you once again and gently rubbed your back with one hand, holding your hair with the other in case you did throw up.
You gagged one last time before coughing, rubbing at your chest, then leaning into Keigo’s arms. Your head rests against his shoulder as his arms wrapped around you, one drawing gentle circles into your bicep. His head lowered to rest on top of yours, but not before he pressed a light kiss against your hairline.
“Not feeling any better?” he whispered softly, holding you just the slightest bit tighter.
You could only shake your head and cry into his shirt. “Make it stop.”
Taking a look around the room, Keigo saw medicine sitting on your bedside table. He reached over, gentle not to jostle you too much, and unscrewed the lid to the pills. He returned the bottle to the stand, and in return picked up your glass of water. “Here,” he muttered, handing the pills to you. You swallowed them quickly, thankful for the water that Keigo pressed to your lips. The coolness of the liquid barely managed to soothe the everlasting ache, but it was a start.
“Let’s lay back down, yeah?” Keigo offered, guiding you to lay against his chest as he got under the covers. Once you were comfortable, he began to gently massage the areas that hurt you the most. “Do you feel like you may be sick?” he asked. When you shook your head and closed your eyes, Hawks hummed in content.
You continued to wake up every hour or so, but every time Keigo would wake with you and do anything he could to help put you at ease. He hated that you had heartburn this bad, and that it happened more often than you’d like. There had been countless times he would awaken in the morning to you asleep on the bathroom floor, where you had resided after being in so much pain it would make you sick.
But for now, all Keigo could do was hold you and comfort you until you felt better.
How They React to Their SO Getting Stalked - BNHA (pt 2)
This set of headcanons is for @lovelywritersgarden, thank you so so much for your request! If anyone has an idea or a request they'd like to read from me, please comment or send me a message in the inbox!
Hope you enjoy it!
PART 2
Katsuki Bakugou
I feel like no matter the scenario, even if it was something light, he would go crazy! It doesn't matter if nothing bad happened to you, if he found out your life was in danger, or even your privacy violated, you can bet he would be the first person on the scene, shouting and growling at people!
~ Katsuki was getting sick of this, watching his idiots playing video games used to be really funny, but now it was just boring.
~ It was the same thing over and over again, he wished he was hanging out with you instead, but unfortunately you didn't go to UA and were working on a school project with your lab partner.
~ He never trusted that guy.
~ He would always stare at you, and he always seemed to be in the same places you were.
~ The two of you had gone out to a curry place for your date night last week, this guy had been in the store across from you. He was always waiting outside the school doors when he would drop you off at the gates. Katsuki was pretty sure he had seen the guy skulking around near your house!
~ He had a bad feeling when he'd walked you home the other night, he kept hearing rustling in the bushes, you told him not to worry about it, but he knew something was wrong.
~ That was when he got a call from you.
~ Answering the call, he was smiling (or smirking), happy to be hearing from you, as always.
~ "Hey babe, how's your project go-"
~ "Suki, you need to get over here, right now!"
~ You were whispering, it was echoing, like you were in the bathroom.
~ "Babe, what's going on? Are you okay?" Katsuki was immediately on edge, he didn't like where this was going. He knew he should have trusted his gut.
~ "It's my lab partner! He's crazy! We said goodbye, he left but as I was about to start getting ready for bed, there was a flash in my window, the creep set up a camera outside my house!" (y/n) was scared, terrified even.
~ Katsuki's face went stern and worried, already getting his stuff and leaving, without giving his very confused friends any insight.
~ Making it to your house, he could see your bedroom light on, he stayed on the phone with you, making sure you were safe, turns out you had hidden in the bathroom.
~ And the guy Katsuki was so worried about, was pounding on your front door, yelling at you to let him in, saying her was sorry and that he only did what he did to keep you safe.
~ "Oh yeah? Safe from what, exactly?" Katsuki barked, standing behind the stalker, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes almost glinting with his anger.
~ The stalked seemed to be smirking, until he turned around and saw the infamous Bakugou Katsuki standing there, his fingers beginning to spark.
~ He obviously.
~ Katsuki used his key on the front door, coming in and letting you know it was him and that the weirdo was gone.
~ You came running out of the bathroom, wearing one of his shirts, leaping down the last few stairs, you fell into Katsuki's arms crying hysterically.
~ "I've got you babe, I'll always protect you."
Eijiro Kirishima
I feel like Eijiro would probably panic about it more that you would, he would be worried sick about you, hoping desperately that you were okay, when in reality, you were the one that had effortlessly fixed everything!
~ Eijiro had never felt so out of sorts!
~ He had been panicking so much over the last few days, you had told him the moment you had started receiving pictures of yourself, threatening messages and you had the feeling that someone had been following you for months now.
~ And somehow you weren't the one panicking in this scenario, he was!
~ When everything went wrong in school, or during his training, he was usually so level-headed, so cool. So... Manly...
~ But this time, you were the cool one! You had gone straight to the police and the pro heroes.
~ They found the person who had been stalking you, a girl from the support course.
~ They had been given a stern talking to and a restraining order from the police and were expelled from UA for clearly not exhibiting supportive heroic behaviour.
~ "So not plus ultra!" As Denki had said when you had told them what had happened.
~ Eijiro still couldn't sleep well, he had nightmares, he was making himself physically ill from the worry, so he decided to head over to your dorm room.
~ Knocking gently, on the off chance that you might be sleeping, he made his way inside, to see you reading in bed.
~ "Hey pebble, you okay?" He asked, tentatively.
~ You nodded, clearly interested in your book. Wordlessly, you lifted one arm, making a grabby hand at him.
~ He took your invitation happily, jumping into bed and cuddling into your stomach.
~ You placed a kiss on his head, running your fingers through his hair.
~ You knew exactly why he was here, you knew he felt better when you were around, somewhere where he could keep an eye on the surroundings.
~ He loved you so much, this stalker problem had caused a strain on his mental health, he wanted to make sure you were safe.
~ As he was falling asleep, he looked up at you with happy eyes and mumbled under his breath.
~ "You're so manly baby."
Izuku Midoriya
Izuku would be similar to Fumikage I feel, going completely overboard with security until you got annoyed... Obviously you couldn't be mad at the cinnamon roll for too long, I mean, look at his little face!!!
~ After the stalked had been caught and taken care of, Izuku went nuts!
~ He had put security cameras everywhere! Nowhere that would invade your personal space of course, but everywhere else.
~ Mina nearly killed him when she walked out of her room and ran straight into Izuku on a ladder, installing a camera above her dorm room.
~ You decided that he was getting a bit too overboard in his security measures. You had tried to sit him down and talk to him about it, he had just started rambling a million miles per minute, trying to get back to his detective vigilante work.
~ He had finished with the security cameras and had moved on to detailed guards, he had his friends watching you when you were out of classes, in classes, walking you to your dorm and escorting you home.
~ He'd gone so far as to having his guard duty on their own radio frequency, they had walkie-talkies each and you best believe, the boys loved it!
~ Izuku was taking your safety so, incredibly seriously, that his grades had begun dropping, his sleep schedule was all over the place, he had been neglecting his own health to make sure you could feel happy in your own place.
~ He was falling asleep at his desk, he wasn't doing his schoolwork, even Aizawa was worried about his problem child!
~ He sent Izuku to his room, he asked you to go with him (mainly because Izuku refused to leave otherwise), and you settled him in bed and made sure he was falling asleep.
~ "Izuku, I know you want to keep me safe, but I can take care of myself, what you've done so far is so sweet, but it's unnecessary. You need to take care of yourself now... Understand?" You said with a tight smile.
~ Izuku could see you were worried about him, so he nodded quietly and fell asleep, his hand holding tightly onto yours.
~ He removed his security cameras the next day, pleasing Mina greatly.
Shouta Aizawa
Shouta wouldn't be all that worried about you, you were surrounded by pro heroes and cats that would put their lives on the line for you. There was also a certain student that he knew would keep you safe.
~ If anyone had been traumatised by the stalking scenario, it hadn't been you, or Shouta, it was Shinsou...
~ He had been so worried about you!
~ You were the person he turned to when he was worried, stressed or scared, now he realised that he couldn't, that he had your own things to deal with.
~ Now you were worried about Shinsou.
~ He had pulled away from you and Shouta, he had bottled his feelings and he was about to pop.
~ Coming into Shouta and your shared apartment, he was already stressed, classes were difficult, training had gotten harder and worst of all, your stalker had yet to be caught.
~ You on the other hand, were smiley and cheerful, as always.
~ "Hitoshi!" You grinned, seeing your favourite (foster) child enter the kitchen.
~ You had been busying yourself around making dinner and cleaning up the apartment, but you were never busy for Hitoshi! (Or your cats Miso and Hizashi).
~ "You okay sweetie? Come sit down, dinner's nearly ready!" You said, still wearing a bright smile.
~ Hitoshi couldn't take it anymore, beginning to shout, loudly and passionately.
~ "How can you be so happy!? Someone was stalking you! Your privacy was completely invaded, and you're the partner of a pro hero! If he can't keep you safe, who can!?"
~ "Shinsou."
~ Shouta was stood behind Hitoshi, waiting patiently to speak.
~ "I know you're worried about (y/n), I am too and believe me when I say, nobody is more ashamed that this happened than me. I let this happen and I let them get away. But I am doing my best to find the person responsible and have them punished."
~ Hitoshi looked down, biting his lip harshly to stop his tears from falling.
~ You smiled softly at the boy, opening your arms and drawing him in for a hug, which he eagerly returned.
~ Looking over the boy's shoulder, you could see Shouta smiling at the two of you, it made him happy that you took such sweet care of his protegee.
~ But he was still immensely disappointed in himself, first, because he had failed to keep you safe, but also because he hadn't noticed the effect this had had on Hitoshi.
~ He was going to keep the both of you safe, no matter the cost.
Takami Keigo
Honestly, out of all of the MHA characters, I think Takami would be the character to get the most outwardly angry. Not against the stalker, or even the police at failing to keep you safe, but at himself for not noticing sooner.
~ It had been nearly a week since the stalker had been caught and convicted, you just wanted everything to put behind you now.
~ You were heading over to Takami's agency, you were meeting him for lunch whilst he had a break.
~ Entering the building, you walked straight up to his office.
~ Takami had made a big parade of showing you off around the building when the two of you had become a couple, a sort of bird tradition, he said.
~ At the entrance to his office, his receptionist seemed worried.
~ Looking up at you, they looked even more worried, "(l/n)-san! I'm so sorry, but you can't go in there, Hawks is... Is in a m-meeting!"
~ You looked at them confused, "Takami didn't mention any meeting to me..." You mumbled under your breath, but still turned to wait downstairs, preparing a text to let him know.
~ When you heard a loud crash, coming straight from Takami's office.
~ Turning swiftly, you rushed into his office, slamming the doors open, "Takami! What..."
~ As you let your eyes drag around the room, you could see the amount of damage he had done.
~ His computer had been completely demolished, the screen shattered and cables torn. The paintings on his walls had been ripped to shreds. Paperwork was everywhere. Takami was stood staring out the window, after having thrown the books off the shelves.
~ His feathers were ruffled and his breathing was heavy.
~ "Honey..."
~ Takami turned, shocked, clearly not having heard you enter.
~ "Uh, hey chick, I'm sorry, you... You weren't supposed to see that..."
~ Takami looked truly ashamed of himself, he hadn't wanted you to see him like this, but he had been killing himself thinking about what had happened to you.
~ "What did you do?" You asked him, walking closer to him, holding his hands gently in yours.
~ He sighed, sitting down in his chair and looking up at you, his usually impish face looking tired.
~ "What happened to you, shouldn't have happened, I've been so busy working I wasn't looking after you and this happened."
~ Takami looked so disgusted with himself, staring at his feet.
~ "I was supposed to keep you safe, I failed. You were scared and your privacy was violated, I should have been there baby bird and I didn't even know this had happened to you until after they caught the guy!"
~ You could see he was getting more and more upset, you lifted his chin, pressing a kiss against his forehead.
~ "My love, this wasn't a situation you could control, it's been handled and I feel safe, because I'm with you. Now can we please go to lunch and maybe look at new decor for your office? You look like you could use some!"
~ Takami smiled gratefully at you, kissing your hands before nodding, holding the door open as you both left to go to your favourite chicken place.
~ This would never happen again.
I hope this was okay! I'm not used to writing for some of these characters, but I hope you enjoyed it!
warnings : depictions of a bad mental health episode and disordered eating, vague allusion to keigo's past, gender neutral reader, pet names (duckie, baby, sweetheart), written with selective mutism in mind.
notes : very self indulgent comfy fic i wrote this week for myself, just posting in case it puts a smile on anyone else's face <33
wc: 1.2k
you'd spent the day hidden from the rays of sunlight that cut through the gaps in the curtains and distrupting the fortress of solitude that you'd crafted from a mess of blankets and pillows strewn around the mattress.
keigo was long gone, having left early in the day to go work at the agency. you were still sleeping when he left; he hated to wake you so the avian hero simply settled for leaving an ice cold bottle of water (now bordering on room temperature) and writing a cute post-it note and sticking it to the lampshade on your bedside:
"get some rest today for me, okay? don't push yourself too hard, i'll be home as soon as i can. love you, duckie. — kei."
the silly little duck that he'd attempted to draw made you giggle — he certainly was no artist. nonetheless, it warmed your heart that he cared enough to leave something so very sweet. you took a sip of the drink he'd left for you before slipping back under your covers, ignoring the rumbling in your stomach and the tremors that overtook you.
keigo kept his promise, re-entering your shared apartment a few hours after midday. since his agency had taken on additional sidekicks, he'd gotten more time to himself. occasionally he used it for press opportunities, now being the number two hero, but the real reason that he adored such circumstance was that he got to see much more of you.
"hi, duckie," he called out in a whisper, cautious in case you were napping. eventually he found you half awake, holding onto his pillow for dear life. he sat next to you on the bed, pulling you into his lap.
keigo would be stupid if he couldn't tell that you were struggling. he didn't know what was causing it, yet he was patient enough to do whatever he could to help you out until you were ready to open up to him. you let out a sniffle, rubbing your face against his chest as he held onto you.
fortunately, the man was an expert observer and had begun to learn what your small actions meant. he slid the hair tie that he always kept on him off of his wrist, moving your hair into a messy, messy sort-of bun as he continues to caress your back. at this point, keigo could feel your trembling.
"have you eaten anything today, duckie?" he asked, looking at you in case you nodded. you didn't however, you simply shook your head. "okay, baby, it's okay," he cooed. "do you think you could eat if i made you something? would you try f'me, duckie?"
you mustered up your strength to whisper an affirmative, allowing keigo to lift you and carry you to the kitchen. there, he sat you on a stool by the island while he got to work.
very early into knowing him, keigo began to pick up on the small things, like how to tell when you were struggling or, relevant right now, what your safe foods were. perhaps it was his own harsh upbringing, but caring for those he loved had become something that he cherished so very dearly — it made him feel fulfilled. you could tell just as much. while he made you something to eat, he hummed a tune absentmindedly (not realizing that it replicated the melody of your favourite song).
you hugged your arms, craving the warmth of either your blanket stash or a wing hug from your boyfriend. "you cold, duckie?" keigo asked, already shrugging off his jacket. he draped it over your back, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he wrapped you up tight. "'m all done anyways," he continued, walking back over to the worktop and returning with a plate of food.
"i know it's a lot, duckie," he confessed, "but i thought we could share, 's that okay?" he waited for your nod before continuing. "we can either go and put a movie on or stay in here and i can tell you about my day, which would you like?"
keigo watched as you struggled to form a response, instead opting to put his two hands out in front of him. he then repeated your option, assigning each of them a hand that you could grab or squeeze to communicate with him. he never made you feel silly for being unable to verbalize what you wanted, instead working quickly to come up with solutions.
you grasped his right hand, indicating that you just wanted for him to talk to you. keigo's voice was always a source of comfort to you; he could quite literally narrate the dictionary and you would be beyond content. softly, he began to tell you all of the happenings at the agency. it was mostly about the new intern that he'd taken under his wing, tsukuyomi from ua. solely from the excitement in keigo's voice, you could tell that he was elated to have another avian-esque hero around. he spoke of the progress that the young hero has made in such a short time, and all of the ideas that he had to help him improve even further.
his rambling was enough to fill the room for the both of you, which put you at ease as it removed the pressure for you to reply outside of the odd nod to ensure that you were listening and not drowning in your own thoughts. you picked at the food that he'd given you, with your boyfriend occasionally grabbing a bite for himself.
you barely noticed that you'd gotten through most of it, with keigo now on some tangent about how he suspects two of the sidekicks at the agency are dating, so he always assigns them patrols together. when you finished eating, he did notice, however.
"all done, duckie?" he asked, to which you nodded timidly. he stood up, wrapping his arms around you. "'m so proud of you, sweetheart. you did so good, yeah?" you leaned into his touch, nuzzling into his chest. "sleepy?" he queried, and you nodded. "why don't we go take a nice warm shower and then cuddle up for the night? does that sound good?"
you nodded your head again, this time more enthusiastically than those prior. keigo chuckled lightly, happy to see you seeming a little bit more like yourself. "you know, duckie," he began, while you face was still smushed against his chest. "i'm really really proud of you, i mean it. i know it's hard sometimes, but 'm always here for you. you're so strong. i'm always in awe of how you can go through this and still pull through, even if you need someone to lean on, you know? i just wanna stay and help you out, duckie, 'm not going anywhere." he punctuated his little ramble with a kiss to the crown of your head, ruffling his feathers before finally releasing you and leading you to get settled for the night, just as he'd promised.
sidenote: i actually think you and kei would end up stalking the socials of the two sidekicks and going on a full detective search later that night ><
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kats 💕: you’re not even ready for the movies i have planned
9:15pm
kats 💕: why are you so late
kats 💕: did you put your socks on backwards or smthn
9:43pm
kats 💕: yn what the hell?
10:01pm
kats 💕: baby what’s wrong?
kats 💕: you’re fucking stressing me out.
10:08pm
kats 💕: yn please
katsuki sits on the edge of his bed, leg bouncing.
where are you?
feeling fed up with this waiting game, he stands abruptly and throws open his door.
stomping to your dorm he yanks it open to find it empty… that’s weird.
he figures you could be training and lost track of time so he heads to the training rooms.
no sign of you, but he does spot kirishima.
“have you seen yn?” he asks impatiently.
kirishima turns to him confused.
“um no? maybe ask mina i saw her in the common room before coming out here.” he replies before returning to his punching bag.
katsuki huffs heading towards the exit with a frown on his face.
he checks the first floor common room and doesn’t see mina.
sighing he thinks he should check her floor… if only he remembered what floor she was on.
so he sighs and goes up floor by floor looking for her.
finally, he sees her pink curls shake while she laughs on the common room couch with sero, kaminari and momo laughing along with her.
“hey.” he says, walking towards them with a scowl on his face.
“hey bakugou!” sero calls from his spot on the couch.
“you seen yn?” he asks the group, ignoring sero.
“why don’t you come over here and find out?” mina asks and his head tilts in confusion.
“just come here!” she groans and he huffs but come closer to the couch anyway.
groaning when he sees you, cuddled up in a ball asleep with soft breaths spilling from your lips.
“fucking hell yn.” he mutters to himself.
“she’s been asleep for hours.” mina says, laughing.
“you fucks couldn’t have put a damn blanket on her? she looks freezing.” he says sighing in annoyance.
walking around the couch he sighs before gently picking you up and ensuring you’re comfortable before making his way back to the elevators.
“bye yn!!” mina calls.
you stir in katsuki’s hold, eyes peeking open and seeing your boyfriend.
“hey kats.” you mumble, stretching.
“what time is it?”
“like 10:30.” he says, trying not to sound annoyed.
“what? did i miss our movie date?” you ask sounding sad.
all his anger fades away at your words.
“yeah, you did baby. it’s okay.” he soothes.
“it’s not okay kats!” you whine, eyes fighting to stay open.
“we can still watch what you planned out. we have to!” you say frowning, nuzzling your face in his chest.
“it’s late sweets. a sleeping date is just as good.”
the two of you argue back and fourth during the elevator ride and the walk back to his dorm.
“i want to watch the movie kats.” you frown, trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes.
“shh, i know.” he says, laying you down in his bed and kissing your forehead.
he goes to brush his teeth and when he comes back to the room he sees you sitting up in his beds, covers tossed aside and a determined look taking over your sleepy features.
you pat the spot next to you and he sits.
you press the power button on the remote and see the movie he was gonna put on for you.
you feel his arms snake around your stomach and try to pull you to his chest. you wriggle out of his arms because you know you’ll be out like a light if you’re in his arms.
he laughs, knowing your tactic.
“thought you weren’t tired.” he teases.
you whip your head to look at him.
“i’m not.” you defend. he laughs, shaking his head.
“let me hold you then. you shouldn’t fall asleep… unless you’re tired.” he says, arms grabbing at you again.
“fine.” you huff, cuddling into him.
his hands brush the hair that falls over your forehead back, kissing your exposed head, then allowing your hair to fall back into place. he continues repeating this pattern and you look up at him through your eyelashes.
“you overdid it during training today, hm?” he murmurs with his lips against your head.
you shake your head.
“i’m not tired.” you repeat.
he laughs, brushing your hair back again.
“yeah yeah. i know. doesn’t mean you didn’t go too hard today.” he whispers.
the repetitive movement of his hand moving through your hair made your eyes droop and you inched closer to his chest so he wouldn’t notice.
obviously, he noticed.
“hey.” he whispers, placing a few pecks along the side of your face.
“hm?” you mumble sleepily.
he smiles down at you.
“you might not be tired, but i fuckin am.” he lies.
“how about we turn the movie off and get some sleep, okay?”
you look up at him and he shoves his face in your neck, practically tackling you and wrapping his arms around you.
you giggle softly.
“turn off the damn tv.” he grumbles, now feeling seriously tired.
you reach around him, grabbing the remote and switching the tv off.
you press a soft kiss to his face before laying your head on the pillow and yawning.
“hey katsuki?” you whisper.
“mmmmwhat.”
you smile at his sleepiness, pressing open mouth kisses down the side of his face.
“i might’ve lied when i said i wasn’t tired.” you say as quietly as you possibly can.
your eyes fluttered as you awoken to the dim light in your room. The only sound in the house was the fans white noise as it spun around and around all night. You cuddle closer into your bed, shutting your eyes as murmurs escape your mouth. You could tell it was the early hours of the morning, or should I say late hours of the night by the silence that filled the room. Your arms reached to your boyfriends bed side, trying to hold onto him for any comfort to soothe you back to sleep, only to be met by covers filling your palms instead. Your eyes open again in realization, fully sitting up to see the empty spot where your boyfriend was suppose to be.
“Kei..?” You call out, looking around the room for him. No one’s here besides you. Your thoughts say back in response. “Keigo?” Your sleepy voice says once again, only to be met by silence.
you cuddle back down into your bed, your eyes falling in exhaustion and a slight bit of disappointment. He must’ve gone home.. you think to yourself.
The night felt long, and quiet, almost as if you were the only one in the town. For japans usual busy traffic, tonight had to be the most calmest. your beautiful eyes shut, as your hands laid at your side, blankets covering you comfortably. You slowly faded in and out of rest.
The crinkle of the covers awakens you alongside the feeling of a gentle pressure wrapping along your waist.
“hey..” a soft voice called out, his hand brushing the hair out of your face as your eyes fluttered, waking you out of your rest. “were you calling me?”
“Kei..?” Your tired voice says, finally recognizing the soft figure standing above you. “I thought you went home?”
He shook his head gently as a soft smile appeared on his face. “just got water.” he whispered.
You exchange back the soft smile as he kisses your forehead. “you okay?” He softly asks.
“Yeah I was just wondering where you were.” He nodded, placing his water down next to the bedside table.
“Nah I wouldn’t leave you like that.” He winked as his scratchy voice managed to tease in your ear, still being as quirky as ever even when he just woke up.
“You can go back to sleep doll, we don’t have to be up until another few hours.” He said, tucking the covers over you.
Summary: you finally fall apart after four months of trying to be "okay" without your husband.
Warnings!: A bit of Hawks spoilers, crying, loneliness, and acting "fine" when you're not. Please let me know if I miss any! <33
My Birdy 🥰❤️ (Hawks):
i just feel really bad for being gone so long :((
My perfect, goregous, angelic, Baby Bird 🥰😍😘🥺❤️💍 (you ;3):
I'm okay!! ofc I miss you, but it can't be helped! I'm fine baby, dw about it ❤️
My Birdy 🥰❤️:
oh i love you oh so, soooooooooo much!! i can't wait to pull you in my arms and smother you with cuddles, kisses, compliments, i love yous, and kisses!!!!
My perfect, goregous, angelic, Baby Bird 🥰😍😘🥺❤️💍:
you already said kisses! But I can't wait either :)
My Birdy 🥰❤️:
ohhh i wanna wrap you up and smother you oh so so much
You smiled sadly as you continued to read the texts your beloved spammed, hands shaking. You were in fact not okay, but there was no way you'd tell Keigo that. He already feels so bad about having to be away- he does not have to deal with the world crumbling guilt he'd feel if you really told him how heart broken you were without him.
Keigo, being the sweetest man alive, spoiled you for a full month before telling you that he had to leave in about a month, puppy dog eyes wet as he clung onto you, chin resting on your chest, occasionaly nuzzlng into his "pillow".
You were dissapointed, but it was only two weeks, you'd manage.
Or so you thought.
It had been four months, and you -and Keigo- were utterly miserable. Though you knew that he'd want you to talk to him, you refused to put more weight on his shoulders.
He was also missing you, plus he had to worry about fighting villains, filling out reports, keeping up with the Commision's standards, keeping a smile on his face, and whatever he had to do for the underground work that you were sure he was having to do on top of everything else.
In your opinion, your feelings didn't matter as much as Keigo's mental health, and so you would keep quiet, smile, and keep your head high for your beloved Keigo.
My BIrdy 🥰❤️:
i missed you so much!!! but i love you even moree!
Letting out a teary giggle, you move to reply.
My perfect, goregous, angelic, Baby Bird 🥰😍😘🥺❤️💍:
I love you too!! but don't you mean 'miss'? :P
A few more tears fell down your cheek as you stared at Keigo's profile picture. It was another one of the thousands you took without him knowing. He was staring at a picture of you lovingly, and you luckily caught a picture of his love struck expression, it was honestly one of your favorites.
HIs blonde locks were messy from his slumber, his honey eyes heavy with sleep, and his chest bare. His hand was working to detangle his fluffy hair as he smiled up at a picture of you he had xinsistedx to put on the wall in the hallway- much to your embarasment.
After you took a few you snuck up on him, wrapping your arms around his waist as your burried your face into his warm shoulderblades.
"Baby BIrd! What'cha doing sneaking up on me like that?! Stalker~!"
"You're one to talk! Who was just staring at a picture of the other person?!"
"I couldn't help it! You're just so goregous!"
The memory brought more tears as they cascaded down your wet cheeks, increasing in speed as the dam started cracking.
As another notification went off you clicked your black screen, reading Keigo's newest text swiftly.
My BIrdy 🥰❤️:
nope, i meant 'miss' ;)
Right as you were about to critizize his grammar your balconoy door slammed open, causing you to jump out of your skin.
"I'm home Baby Bird~!" Keigo exclaimed, thrusting out his arms dramatically.
"Keigo.." you whisper, eyes scanning Keigo's familiar form.
He seemed a bit bulkier, and his hair was longer. HIs honey eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but were shining as they searched for your form, immediately focussing on you when you spoke.
His hair was a mess, along with his hero costume and cracked glasses- though he stilled looked incredibly attractive.
"Baby Bird!" Keigo smiled, hurrying towards your huddled figure. You were laying on your back on the expensive love seat Keigo insisted you needed for movie nights. You had told him that it would be too small but he just grinned and replied, "I know, that's the point! We'd be forced to be squished against one another!"
"K-Keigo." You whimper, sitting up to let him take a seat next to you.
"Baby what's wrong?!" Keigo exclaimed, immediately sitting down to pull you into his lap, rocking you back and forth while kissing any skin he could reach- immediately bringing you comfort.
"I- I just-"
"Shhh it's okay baby. You can wait to tell me." Keigo soothed, kissing your lips sweetly.
Your lips trembled as you tried to hold in your sobs, causing Keigo's heart to break.
"It's okay Baby Bird, you can let it all out. I'm safe, you can trust me."
You wobbly nodded, telling yourself that you wouldn't let your emotions win.
"I love you so much." Keigo whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead.
Sobs spilt from your lips as you clung to Keigo, tearfully babbling about how much you missed him and how hard it was to keep quiet. You eventually started venting about other things that were going wrong in your life. Keigo stuck by you the entiret time, listening to every word.
After your sobs died down and you simply dug your face in the crook of his neck he gently sang to you, luring you to a peaceful slumber.
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\\The next day; 9:42 a.m. //
Blinking open your eyes you look around, wondering how you fell asleep.
You remembered talking to Keigo, and then breaking down-
"Keigo?!" You call, worried that his return was a mere dream.
"Yes my darling?"
Smiling, you hurry to jump in his arms, nuzzling your cheek against his.
"Good morning baby." Keigo whispered, kissing your lips lovingly.
"About last night.. I'm sorry for-"
"Baby Bird, if you apologize for having feelings I swear I'll-"
"No no! I'm sorry for hiding them from you!"
"Oh- well then you will be forgiven as long as I get lots of cuddles and kisses.
"Deal."
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Posted: 9/18/23
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katsuki stands at the doorway of your dorm room, feeling his heart clench.
he wants to cry.
you’ve been sleeping all day. he wants to hold you.
he takes shaky steps towards the lump of blankets piled on you. the blankets that he carefully draped over you hours before, kissing you gently as he smoothed the blankets over you.
you’re sleeping. you look soft and cute, like mochi.
he presses a soft kiss to your nose and your eyes flutter, but never open.
lifting the blanket and watching your brows furrowed from the cold air, he slips underneath the sheets.
you sigh breathily, squirming when he pulls you against him.
“i know, ‘m sorry.” he coos, pressing kisses anywhere he can reach.
you peel your eyes open, seeing your boyfriend.
your eyes always get a little glossy when you look at him, it’s the guilt of making him take care of you and him having to love you.
“don’t cry, c’mere.” he says pulling you tighter to him.
you dig your face into his pecs and he allows his hand to travel up the hoodie you’re wearing, the hoodie’s his and he placed it on you yesterday when he had a shower with you where he washed your hair and moisturized your face.
you lifted your chin to nose at his jaw, he hums softly. you and your nose make your way up his face, nosed against his lips and his cheek, then finally met his in a sweet eskimo kiss.
he smiles down at you, a soft smile that he reserves only for you.
you press your lips to his softly, the two of you molding together like you’re trying to come together as one.
he pulls away after a few minutes, feeling his lips press against your head while his arms hold you tight, grounding you.
“what’s goin on with you?” he asks gently.
he feels you stiffen in his hold
“will you come downstairs with me?” he asks gently, threading his fingers through your hair.
you look up at him with a pleading eyes, a look he recognizes as your ‘please don’t make me do this’ look.
“i’ll carry you. and we don’t have to talk to anyone.” he reasons and you lift your leg over his hips to pull him closer to you.
“you need to eat.” he says and you bury your face in your pillow.
he kisses your cheek softly.
“okay.” you mumble after a few minutes.
“really?” he asks hopefully and you nod slowly.
he starts to get up but you stop him.
“just… 10 more minutes.” you sigh and he settles back into the bed.
ten minutes come and go and you’ve fallen back asleep. katsuki rubs your head and whispers praise to wake you.
your eyes open and you sigh.
“you’re so good for me baby.” he says as he climbs out of the bed and grabs you from under your shoulders.
you wrap your limbs around him and start to tear up again.
“what is it? hm?” he asks, nosing at your neck and kissing your cheeks.
“i’m dragging you down.” you wail and his head tilts in confusion.
“i just get these episodes and you have to watch me rot away in here and you probably want to break up with me because i never go out with you and im so emotional all the time.” you sob, hands aggressively trying to wipe at your eyes.
your tears get cut off with a sweet kiss and a hand grabbing yours to pull them away from your face.
he gives you soft kisses while swaying you in the dark of your room until you’ve laid your head against his chest and your tears have stopped.
“i never want to break up with you.”
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