Obey Me! Fics Writer

Not telling you details he just asked if you're in the mood, and when you agreed, he talked about it with his twin. And Beelzebub, like always, would of course agree. It's with you and with his little brother. Or of course he wants to spend time with you. The problem was, what exactly that meant.

As soon as you entered their room, your eyes were forced to close. Material was wrapped around your head, making you unable to see. Without any problems you were lifted. You didn't know where exactly, but under you was something soft. Probably a pillow? It was for sure the floor. You could feel that by your feet that touched the rug.

The unzipping sound came to your ears. Then soft words. “MC, we want you to focus now.” Belphie said. His voice echoing, making you unable to know his position.

You knew what you signed for. No need to worry now.

“Who is that?” He said again, and right after that you felt something soft touch your lips. Soft but hard enough. Hot.

Ooh, you know exactly what that is. Your lips parted, allowing it to slip inside more, wetting with your saliva on your tongue. The temperature was rising, and the board tip made you open your mouth more and more, because it reached the end of your tongue. Then he moved away slowly, letting you do your job.

You circled your tongue on the shaft, feeling a few veins. Lean dick with broad tip. You used your hands to guide through it, feeling the texture. Reaching to his hips, where your hand was stopped. Right, if you touch their bodies it will be too easy to guess.

They stayed completely silent, making sure not to grunt or anything. One you have your mouth on for sure will feel the pleasure. So they worked hard to not make it easier for you.

Sucking on pulsating tip you could at least have some guess for the precum, but that's nothing to help you. This was really not allowing you to guess at all. Your only way was to feel the girth and length. Belphie is thinner but long. Beel is big in both…

There's a reason they don't allow you to go further. All you can do is nibble on their dicks. So you have to focus.

Your hand reached out to the side, like waiting for something to grab. To your relief they saw what you're doing, and moved a bit, letting you have your both hands on them. Two hard dicks heating up your fingers. They trembled and let out droplets or precum at your attention. You licked one you didn't have in your mouth yet. Swooping it inside quickly, testing the tip, almost analysing it too much.

You felt like some researcher examining cocks… but let the game go.

It was hard… no matter how different they were, it was a little harder. But one thing made you know instantly.

You pushed your head deeper on the length, gulping down, testing the feeling on your tongue. It was hot and heavy. Suffocating.

You moved your head to the second one, doing the same. This one has a broad tip, but the feeling wasn't so heavy. It wasn't so hot. But it was fitting perfectly.

Gagging a bit, you pulled away, jerking them off.

“Can I guess?” You asked, feeling victory smile appear.

“Already?” Beel asked.

“... Go ahead.” Belphie approved.

“This one…” you moved dick in your right hand. “It's Belphie.”

To make sure, you felt it one last time with one stroke.

“And this one is Beel.” You said confidently, feeling heaviness even without seeing it.

They didn't talk for a second, like they were contemplating what happened.

“Sigh… was that really so easy?” The younger twin said, defeated, like he wanted to do more to you.

“I'm surprised…” The older twin answered.

“You guys may be twins, but you're different.” You said, massaging them slowly. “And that's not the end, right?

“Honey… please don't cry… I hate to see you crying… you know that…” he said with tears in his eyes, feeling like he could sob just by looking at your pain. “Please… don't cry…”

His statement made you cry even more, and he, too, started to shed tears down his cheeks, hearing you in despair. His hands quickly pulled you into a tight hug, not leaving any place for sadness to come. It should go away. It should leave you alone. It should never happen.

You never deserved for this to happen. Such a cute person living through heartbreak because of someone who couldn't be responsible enough… shameful… and painful for you. Painful for him, because now he needs to keep your spirits up. So you'll smile beautifully and find love again.

Love that's waiting for you since the beginning, but waiting for you to accept it.

Everyone was so plain… humans can be cute, but they don't have wings, tails or horns. Parts that could give them some vibe. Parts that make them look cooler or cuter. Creating images even with aura. And some humans are just too boring.

You were different for him. You were the one he could say is as beautiful as him. And he will mean it with his whole heart, forever.

His cute behavior snapped when he heard that you're dating someone. And he couldn't let that slide, so he wanted to find out who, as soon as possible. Did you find someone who you think is BETTER than this ASMODEUS? Oh, he will feel hurt if that's true…

He had high hopes that this person would be on a godly level, if you were to pick them above him. But he didn't think that at all when he saw them. You and him can't even compare to that. And yet you choose it?

Unbelievable…

He didn't want to talk with you… he wanted to hate that whole situation. But his mind came back to thinking about you over and over again.

He could cry in his room. He would be offended each time. But that won't change anything. That won't fix that you're out here, with someone who doesn't even deserve to look at you.

You're his perfection. You're the love of his life. One he can love the same as himself… love that can't be questioned.

He showed that to you, he told you. You took THAT. Because of what? Because they're human? It's human world? They're not powerful at all? They don't look perfect? What do they have that Asmo can't have? Demons are better partners. Demons are better in everything.

They're better. They're prettier, handsome and beautiful. They're stronger, powerful. They have more to offer. They have skills. They have a long life. They could give you everything. Better daily life. Better sex life. Better EVERYTHING you can think of.

What is that human better with? What did they do to deserve you more than one and only avatar of Lust.

You hurt him by that happening, you know. He never knew you'd think of him so lowly… just to push him away, to choose a mere human that could never compare.

Where's the beauty?

Where's the power?

Where is the future you could have when you found your love?

Why aren't you his right now? Instead of crying, smiling. Never being sad again. Never seeing ugly part of the world. Always having that sparkle in the eye. But no. You're just here crying.

Because that's what you choose.

And what you did to him made him want to HATE you.

Was he able to? Would he ever do that?

Who's more annoying, you or that human?

Who's guilty here? You, for falling in love, or them, for trying to get you?

Who's more guilty… who…

Who…?

Not you for sure! You're cute, you're lovely, you're his love. There's no way you did wrong…

That's THEM who made a mistake.

THEY decided to corrupt you.

Steal part of your beauty. Lock your heart away from your true love!

Aw, you love him. You adore everything about him. From the head to toes. From everything visible to things that no one knows exists.

They knew you'll love everyone's favourite Asmo! They knew, that's why they decided to show up, before that love is too strong! That's right… that's right! They wanted him to not get you, because they hated him!

He can't hate you! It's not your fault! That's their fault only! Only theirs!

That human hated him from the beginning. They deserved the ugliest and most grotesque life… not even life–

Death.

He loved you so much… So why didn't you want him?

You didn't know what it took so he didn't cry that day… so he didn't scream at that stupid human for destroying his, and your, whole lives. What he would do… you'll never know.

He would scream, cry, curse and everyone. Even with his brothers holding him back, there's no way he would let it go so easily. You broke his heart. You broke the love he was living for. You destroyed him - someone who looks at life with love, suddenly had his soul ripped away. Just like that… just by unrequited love.

But he was sure that he could have it.

He was sure he could make you love him. Either very easily or very painfully. Either for you or him.

He was… already in pain…

Pain of a broken heart, do you know how badly it feels?

He wanted to whisper curses at you… wishing you feel the same as him one day.

But he couldn't do it with heart's content. He never wanted you to suffer.

It's not your fault.

You're not to blame.

That human is.

You're pure and nice. Adorable.

You're out of guilt. You'll never be like that.

You're a victim, just like him.

You're a victim, that human is someone who broke you two. It wasn't your fault for falling into a trap you didn't notice in time.

Your love for them wasn't real, it was just loneliness, was that right? It's right! If he was near you, there won't be any possibility for you to fall in love with someone else! If you really loved that person, you would follow them if they died, right?

So why are you here now? You're not dead. You're here, alive and breathing. Waiting to get happy again. You'll never feel lonely. Your lovely demon is here. No need to worry. No need to cry. One day, you'll understand that you never loved them. You just felt lonely and needed someone next to you.

Now you'll feel lonely, but soon you'll realize there's no need to play this game.

The love of your life is here now. And he's not going anywhere.

He loved touching your tear covered face, and was calm and soft. Even after emotional breakdown.

He pushed droplets away with his fingers, observing your sleeping face in the dark. His own facial expressions are neutral. Looking at your lips, his own parted, being licked with soft tongue.

Crying can be called ugly. So why are your tears so beautiful?

But the most important part is…. He wanted to be the reason you're crying… that shouldn't be human, that betrayed your heart.

You can cry because of loads of things. Pain, pleasure, happiness. But you shouldn't be sad, because of some human

From that day on, your tears will only be caused by the love of your life. Avatar of Lust, Asmodeus.

That's not cute at all… looking at a perfect being that was probably created for the most beautiful person - him, being taken away by someone who just appeared. That's some magic you took THAT, as your lover, right? Because for Asmo, that doesn't make any sense… What's good about them? What's pretty? What's cute? What's lovely?

Do you like that look?

Or maybe sex is better? There's no way you would prefer doing that with a human over a demon. You should know that he, from all the people, will assure you'll feel like you're in heaven. You won't feel that you're deep in the Devildom when your head is floating.

You would wake up every morning with an angel by your side, don't you think? It would be much better.

That's why, it would be best if he showed you your mistake.

You don't have to worry. You're not guilty of it. You won't be. Everyone makes mistakes. The point of it is to stand up straight and get better. Sometimes you need help.

Once you need to ask for it. Or, help will come to you without you asking for it.

He was going to be a good demon. One who supports your relationship. One who will always give you some advice and help.

Shadow in your picture, who lives like a third person between you, as a couple. Hands that wrap around your neck, like you never were supposed to stand here, in front of the camera, frozen in the happy picture with a person who was already dead, as you looked at it.

“Honey, I told you to watch up for cheaters and bad people ~.” Silent whispers echoed through your dark home. Your eyes closed in deep sleep, when the downstairs demon feasted in his own giggle. Filled with happiness, tearing pictures apart with the most sadistic intentions. “They were never going to be here for you. And they're not here now, right?”

Humans are easy to please. It's easy to fall into pleasure. Once they start, they won't run away. They can say no when they don't want it. But sometimes, they say no, but they want more. You just need to persuade them more. If they really want it, they will say yes.

And that was the easiest part.

Humans are easy to please…. Easy and weak. It's not too hard to hypnotize them, especially for demons with such beauty.

With a new partner, Asmodeus entered the party, where everyone felt the same. In the heat of alcohol and bodies. Dancing and kissing. Partying is the only thing they want to do in their life.

With a person who once was going to hold you at night, squeezing his hip while walking right next to him. Pinkish gleam in their eyes, when allowed to be pulled aside by anyone. With a smile.

A few drinks later, everything was ready.

“Ooh you poor cheater.” He said, pulling them to the empty room, pushing onto bed.

Snap of the fingers turning their eyes less foggy.

“Huh?”

“You're a party animal, right? I knew MC never should even look at you.” He said, circling finger on their chest, sitting on their stomach like it's nothing. “Oh… haha… look at your face… Do you miss your lover? Or maybe… Do you like it better here~?”

The human under him gasped, feeling hot. The vision was blurry, but it was pleasant.

“Worthless piece of shit~.” He hummed, pushing onto their neck with hand. “You're a scum, right? Ugly, plain, stupid. And now, also a cheater… sigh… I need to give MC real love. Perfect one. Ideal partner, not someone like you.”

“...”

“Why are you so dazed? Do you really like it here? I knew it~ you're the worst thing alive. Not worth even looking at. But there are some people who would love to play with you~. “ He lay down on them, playing with messy hair. “They may be a little harsh… but I'm sure you'll like it. Your last pleasure. It'll be painful only for a moment, you know. That's why, relax. You'll feel every part of it, but you'll be happy to receive it, right~?”

Doors cracked slowly, making announcement of the arrival of someone, or something.

Demon of lust stood up, heels clacking on the floor, door creaking slowly, closing completely.

With few people inside, one won't be alive in a few hours.

From all of them, only one is human.

And these screams belong only to them.

Elegant, soft steps ruffled pieces of paper, walking on them like they were just trash, just like that day. Right now, the picture has no worth.

Not anymore.

He joined you in bed, since you didn't know he was here. Stared at your sleeping face with genuine smirk. Small wings on his back flapping softly with excitement.

Yearning hands that waited for that moment not leaving your shoulders, hands and neck. Moving across your back. Your chest, hips. Squeezing your cheeks, kissing you. Taste of alcohol flowing through your saliva, only to never be felt for real. You will never know.

Not now. Not ever.

“Honey, I think you'll be more comfortable back in the Devildom with me.” he whispered, making sure you're not deeply asleep, so you hear him. “Will you come?”

You nodded, answering his question perfectly, like you didn't even hear it.

“Look at me”

“Why do you sit with Levi? You promised we will spend more time together…”

“Ugh… MC you're not fair… you said you'll let me do your nails today…”

“How could you go out with Mammon? Without me? I'm sad now…”

“Honey, let's go to my room! I have things to show you!”

“My new collection is dedicated to you!”

“Don't you think we act like lovers? Would you like to be mine~? Huuuuh, don't look so sad! I didn't mean to make you remember…”

“Here… I'm here with you. They're not here anymore. So look only at me, will you…"

You looked at Asmodeus seeing him change more and more. He was so supportive through all these days. Only to change his behavior a lot with passing weeks.

Even if he cured your constant depression of betrayal and sudden death of the person you once loved, you still felt empty. And he wanted to make sure you're happy in the end. But in reality, you could feel that he is changing too much.

From happy, cheerful and supportive Asmo, you went deeper into his behavior. Seeing that he is getting more cold. The warmest person around you suddenly becomes more dangerous… is he jealous?

He doesn't like when you sit with his brothers. He always wants you to sit with him.

His every activity is… around you…

Your previous relationship is never mentioned.

Unless he's angry, so he stomps on that part of your memory, activating it. Stepping on the bridge connecting your heart to mind. Forcing you to remember all of that.

The person who cheated on you… never came back home… just disappeared without a trace. Only to be dead a month later… as much as it didn't make sense to you, it was real… one day they just disappeared. Ignored you. Left you all alone.

The only person who was human around you, who loved you, just walked away.

Because you're crazy?

You're boring?

You're saying you know demons?

You spent time in hell?

You were teleported to Devildom for an exchange program and studied here?

They said they believed you… they said that they know it's true, since they met brothers. But they just left, like it was nothing for them…

Leaving you alone with guilt and never ending questions.

Making you feel like you're the problem here. But… you never were…

That's what Asmodeus told you. He showed you your worth once again.

You can be loved. You can be praised. You can have what you crave the most.

And one person who gives that to you is one and only demon who's loved by everyone.

You're beautiful in his eyes. You'll forever be.

And he is doing everything so you can smile.

So please…. Don't mention THEM again… you wished he didn't use that when he is angry… because all you want to do then is close up and cry in silence. Wondering about what you did wrong.

But he's always here, offering you a hug, whispering a small apology after he was the one who made you like that.

His lips are always warm. His hands are always soft and pleasant as he goes down on your body. Your tears and sadness can wither when he does that, slowly taking off your clothes. Touching you. Kissing. Licking. Making sure you feel good under him. Held by him. When he makes you forget about everything. When you cling to him with fingers on his back.

After he promises to make you feel better.

Even if you don't know if you should even agree to that. Even if you don't know if you should be doing it.

He just does it.

Promising you'll be fine. You'll be good. You'll feel pleasure.

You don't need to think.

You just have to give in, and let him do that.

The thing Avatar of Lust does the best.

You looked into his eyes, that told you the truth.

You listened to his voice, allowing him to charm you. Mesmerizing voice forcing itself into your mind, taking away all consciousness. Remembrance of things you weren't able to forget. Hypnotic, soft whisper telling you everything you wanted to hear. Never something you didn't want to hear, never something harmful.

His words are too sweet to even be true.

Telling you affirmations that were hard to believe.

You're not in fault.

You're perfect.

You're everything he wants. Everything he needs.

You didn't do anything wrong.

It was all an accident.

What is the truth in these sentences? Probably some of it… He wants you to believe in all of these, but he pushed too much.

He said it…

It was an accident…

What accident? What happened?

…

…

If he says so… maybe… maybe that's right… maybe you don't know something you should. But that was all an accident. Nothing complicated. Nothing is your fault.

Just an accident.

Harmless for you… like nothing ever happened.

But what happened?

You couldn't question him. You didn't push him away. You held him close as he made your body squirm with pleasure.

Do you want it…?

You don't even know that… but he wants you to want it. He wants you to love it.

Take the truth he says to you. Take the pleasure he gives you.

These beautiful, glowing eyes weren't able to lie to you, right?

Each passing day was frail in your body. You felt exhausted by existing. Your eyes darkened. Your skin is plain. Head hurting. Body sore. Yet affirmations never stopped. You're perfect. It's all good. Your smile is pretty. Your body smiled. Your body kept going. It's all nice. It's all good.

Pain will pass. The body will heal. He'll caress you until you're asleep.

Your body accepts that. Mind goes blank. But heart defies it. Something always felt wrong… something always felt bad…

His hands… his lips… his body… his words…

His eyes…

Something wrong… bad… almost evil…

When he walks around with the usual smile on his lips. Jumps happily. Excited about your date. One that's always in place you cannot let your mind off. You always need to look up to him. Without a chance to be left alone with your thoughts. And when you drift off, he pulls you back to him.

When your body became weaker, he stopped taking you out, saying there's something weird going on. And that you need rest.

You're getting sick, so he needs to take care of you.

You were in bed. You sat with him. You allowed him to feed you.

And at night, when you overthink things the most, you almost always meet his eyes. Glowing in the dark as he stood here, in front of you. Walking to your bed, sitting with you. Lying down. Pulling your face so you look only at him. Whispering with a soft voice. Everything once again.

You're not in fault.

You're perfect.

You're everything he wants. Everything he needs.

You didn't do anything wrong.

It was all an accident.

You felt tired. You wanted to sleep. So you closed your eyes, with his hands wandering around your back. His lips are nibbling on your neck.

You remember falling asleep. But the next morning you didn't feel rested at all.

Like you thought you slept well, but in the end your body was drained.

Without sleep. Without anything.

Just… like your whole body was forced to be up, when the mind thought it's resting.

“You're just feeling sick.” He said, placing moisturizing mask on your face with care. Cold gel makes you feel relieved in a moment. “Don't worry about it.”

“About what?” You asked, your mind hazy. What was he talking about?

“Darling, what's going on with you today? You don't listen to me at all…” he complained with a cute voice, touching your head and neck, like trying to get your temperature while he couldn't touch your face because of skincare right now. “Sigh… don't worry about a thing. I'll take care of you!”

He rushed around you, collecting a lot of things.

In the meantime you just sit here, feeling like you can throw up at any moment. Your eyes hurt. Your head like it's going to burst. Your back, your thighs, your hips. Sore and hurting, strained because of something that you don't know. A small tremble in your muscles while trying to move made you think about your sleep.

You remember you slept for a long time. Is it because of being sick or maybe because of lying down for a long time? Any of it, you're just tired… so tired you want to sleep right now…

What hour is that anyways? Is it morning or evening?

The curtains… are closed…

What was even happening yesterday?

“Honey… Honey! Oh my gosh… I called you like five times already! Are you really okay?!” He said, pulling your face. Your eyes are unable to focus. “Mmm… I'm worried… Please don't overthink things… you're good.”

What is he even talking about… sometimes you even wish… that he'll shut up, or just tell you what he has in his mind… because you don't know what's going on… you don't know what he's doing. Why…

Why is he talking like that? That doesn't make any sense. You're not overthinking… you're just lost! He's just here, talking like he knows everything, while you know nothing.

You don't even know what's going on… why are you feeling bad? Why are you just here, listening to him? Why is he always saying the same thing?

You just don't understand it! You just can't… think about anything… your mind is blank… like you need to remember something, but it's not here… it's not appearing in front of your eyes. And his fast, lovely words are…

“... annoying…” you whispered gently, placing hands on your head, feeling it pound harshly.

“Huh?”

You raised your eyes, to look at his dumbfounded face.

“S-sorry I didn't meant to–”

You clenched your teeth, ready to apologize and explain yourself. You don't want him to be sad. You don't want him to cry… and Asmo… he can sometimes be sensitive… Even if he hates when someone is judging him and can protect himself even in bad situations, he often cries when it touches his heart. You're sure when you'll hurt him… he could cry.

You were ready for tears. To see him sob because you are mean to him. You wiped your face with a towel next to you, knowing that skincare won't work today. You looked up, ready to touch him. Hug him and apologize.

You didn't see tears.

You saw a blank, hard stare.

You called “him” annoying, but he didn't react like you would think he would. He just… stared. He was just here with cold eyes digging inside of yours.

And before you opened your mouth again, there was a soft hand, covering your lips with force.

“Shh… all that comes out of your mouth is bad today.” He said with a low tone, coming closer, hovering over you. “Maybe you'll just rest?”

You wanted to talk to him. You wanted to apologize truly. But he was just here, not allowing you to talk at all.

“Everything is fine. It's not your fault, honey. You're my love. Cute and perfect for me. Don't think about anything, okay?”

Again with those words… another repetition. Once more, making you strangely calm… with your hands just slowly relaxing, he pushed you down, so you lie down.

His fingers slowly wash your cheeks from remaining gel, not wanting to continue with giving your face regeneration.

You didn't have strength… and he just sat here, staring at your unmoving body with widened eyes, and that color… was almost like rose gold, glistening in the dim light of his room.

You couldn't sleep that night. Your head hurt so much you gasped with each move. Hand around your waist tightening over and over again, waking up your nausea. You wanted to gasp loudly. But you didn't want to wake him up. So you stayed silent.

You watched as the room was getting darker and darker, when lamps went off. When the whole House of Lamentation fell asleep. And you, just stayed here, listening to your ragged breathing, and feeling his chest rising and falling on your back.

It's scary… it's hurting… you feel like something is wrong… like you don't remember something you should.

The darkness in the room… person holding you close… falling night… breathing behind you, hugging you. Calling you their love. Kissing your nape, holding your hand. Preparing you something. Laughing with you.

That's what Asmo does.

And that room… that feeling of looking at an empty, dark room is familiar… too familiar. Making you want to run away… cry… scowl with all your might. You felt cold, even if he was behind you. You felt empty, even if you were filled with his love.

But that feels wrong… like Asmodeus is not the one who gave you all those feelings in your body… he's… he is…

Not them.

You felt tears flowing out of your eyes when you thought about it. Silent sob escaped your throat, knowing that arms around you are loving and caring. But people are… different.

The person who held you like that before is…gone…

Away from your life. Never coming back… never loved you?

No… they loved you, so why would you think they didn't?

They were your world… and what happened with them… it wasn't right.

They never wanted you? They wanted you… they accepted you!

They never appreciated you? They did! They were here when you needed company! When you need someone!

They weren't your soulmate. They… they were person you loved.

“That's the first time you cry ugly.” You heard a voice behind you. A voice that made you whimper louder, forcing you to realize the truth you forgot - that's not the person you loved.

That's not them… that's Asmo… demon who promised he'll be with you, because that's what… family does…

“Think all you want. You're not in fault. You're perfect. You didn't do anything wrong. It was all an accident. Don't worry about it. Just sleep.”

“...worry about WHAT?” You said with a growling voice, feeling pain throbbing in your throat. Dryness of your mouth calling for your attention.

“...”

“Asmo–”

“Shut up…” he murmured, squeezing your body more. “Just sleep, honey… please… will you do it for me?”

“Asmo–”

“Why are you so cruel to me…? I will try my best for you.” He cried into your nape, making your blood cold. Sudden regret sneaking in your head. “I did everything so you'll be okay… I still do… I love you so much… you said you love me too, so many times…”

He didn't let you speak even once.

“I hold you, I kiss you, I listen to you, I feed you, I make sure you're fine, I allow you to roam in my room, I dress you up, I complement you, I take care of you, I have sex with you just like you want, lovely, passionate! I'm being everything you always wanted! Perfection for your heart! One that will be with you, because you deserve it! You deserve me! You're the only one who deserves me!”

“...–”

“What did they do for you?” His voice went deeper, whispering breath creeping on your nape.

They–?

“They left you. They are gone. They did things, without you. They weren't good. They cheated. They decided to be gone. Without telling you.”

“...and how… do you even know that…?”

“I just know, what cheater is–”

You stood up, hearing his voice very close to your ear. Forcing yourself out of his arms, you jumped out of the bed, swaying with headache as you stood here, turning to see Asmodeus. You regretted turning his nightstand lamp on, being attacked by sudden light made you almost trip. Yet you still looked at him. Eyes widened, with tears flowing out. Lips parted, hands gripping sheets so hard veins popped out. Eyebrows raised so high wrinkles appeared.

He wasn't hateful. He wasn't even sad.

He just looked at you when you turned around and opened the door.

How does he know…

Tonight is not… the moment you should talk… you can't… It's too emotional. You should go to sleep in your room.

But the moment you walked through the corridor, you heard fast steps towards you. Your shoulder was pushed, and you lost your balance.

Your head was spinning when you started looking up, seeing the demon above you.

Because you were lower than him right now. You were falling, but you didn't hit the floor yet.

You were falling, until your head met the edge, blacking your consciousness out.

“Oh, honey… I didn't mean to… but you know…” he smiled sweetly, going down the stairs, looking at spasms in your body. “Maybe after that you won't remember our argument. I hope… love… can hurt sometimes. And some things in a relationship… you shouldn't question.”

“Heey, smile!”

“...my head hurts, why can't I sleep?”

“I'm just taking a photo of my dearest sleepyhead! Come on! Smileeee!”

“...ugh… you take pictures everyday…” you moaned, hiding under the blankets, feeling slight pounding in the head. Again. With each passing day, the head hurting is becoming less and less. And you wait for a moment when it's gone.

“I want to have your everyday bedhead saved! You look so adorable!” He pulled blankets down, clicking to take a photo even when you complained. “Look at me! Make some cute faces! Here we go! Ah! Don't get grumpy! What did I do?!”

“My head hurts…”

“Aw… don't worry about it. They said it'll pass, right? You just need to relax a lot and take it easy.”

“How come I don't even remember that?”

“Oh… apparently you had a fever for a long time, and you can feel sluggish or don't even remember days when you were sick the most.”

“...I see…”

“But you were cute these days! You've always been grumpy whenever I wake you up!”

“...can I sleep?”

“... Yes! I'll make sure you'll get a lot of time for yourself! Should we spend more time together later? I'll have some plans for you!” He said, happily scrolling through his phone. “Also–”

He stopped, seeing your sleeping face. Hum escaped his throat.

A delicate smile appeared, his hand gently moved on your head.