A day
A drabble for you all! Niran has the overstimulation blues.
pairing: bapweaver
word count: 305
warnings: overstimulation
a/n: i headcanon lifeweaver as having adhd. sorry not sorry. this was written in like fifteen minutes. one of those things i had to get off my chest, you know?
Niran was having…a day.
And it wasn’t the kind of day where nothing seemed to go right, or had a bird poop on him, or found out the shirt he bought two days ago just went on sale. Those days he could handle. In fact, he would have much preferred one of those days. No, this was one of the days he dreaded the most.
“Overstimulated?” Baptiste asked when he walked into his room and found him under the covers of a weighted blanket.
There was only a muffled grunt in reply, and a slight movement of the blankets themselves that showed Baptiste that his boyfriend was in fact under the sheets.
“Everything is so…much,” he said. “Forgive me, darling.”
Baptiste walked over to the bed with a cup of water that he gently placed on the nightstand next to him. “Don’t be silly, Bua. There’s nothing to forgive.”
There was a shuffle of the bedsheets and Niran emerged with a crow’s nest of hair and skin so pale and lifeless that Baptiste was worried Moira would appear and grab him for one of her experiments.
Niran rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he grabbed the water from the nightstand along with a white pill from a box that had been sitting there. With practised ease, he gulped it down and sighed before snuggling further into the blanket.
“I’m afraid I have no hugs to offer today,” Niran said jokingly, but there was a serious edge to his tone. “The thought of…anything touching me makes me want to vomit.”
“That’s fine. I can keep you company. Dr Zeigler gave me the day off.”
“She’s a saint.”
“A guardian angel.”
Niran chuckled before it trailed off with a sigh. “Thank you, Jean. For being so understanding.”
“Of course. Anything for my favourite medical gentleman.”
