RAE

"Oh no, you're not." his eye twitched, hands grasping the edge of the blanket and tucking it under your body.

That leads to a weak groan escaping your lips, a frown painting your face. "Stay strong yeah? Like always." he murmured, trying to offer you a genuine smile. But his lips felt too heavy.

"Such a pain in the ass." he clicked his tongue, heart dropping as the discomfort was still vivid across your face.

Enjin carefully removed the warm piece of cloth from your forehead, drenching it in the cold bucket of water — then squeezing the excess water out to return it back on your scorching forehead.

Luckily, you seemed to calm down again, expression slowly relaxing and the furrow in your brows gone. He heaved out a sigh and sat down on the floor, back resting against the bed.

"In reality you were tired, eh?" he chuckled, "acting all strong and independent despite experiencing the worst."

It wasn't like you are awake though, too deep in your slumber and the rest feeling a little too good for you to wake up. He doesn't expect you to of course, not if he is the one visiting you.

"Y'know... The others are quite worried about you and wanted to visit you. But I refused to let them because you need rest. They're chaotic bunch." he laughed quietly under his breath, "the basket contains fruits they picked and small notes."

The yellow haired man closed his eyes, relishing in the comfort and silence. "Especially Rudo. He almost crashed out since I declined entry. Little Zanka had to kick his butt."

Actually he wished you were there to see because he's sure you would've laughed your ass off at that amusing sight. "C'mon, [name]..." he trailed off and yawned tiredly, "dammit I should go back to my room and sleep a round."

He glanced back to your sleeping figure, covered by the soft and warm blanket as if you were some kind of newborn. "Pfft... You look pretty and funny." he grinned, "oh shoot I forgot leave out the »and« between those two words."

A sigh escaped his lips again. Yes he was worried — but he knows it won't take long until you recover again. Because you are strong, not only mentally but also physically.

That's why you're his type, after all.

"Get well soon. The others are waiting. I am waiting."

NIJIKU ZANKA.

　"ZANKA..."

The boy didn't even hesitate to snap his head into your direction, neck almost breaking at it as he quickly approached your bed. God he is sick worried because you've been asleep since the mission.

Mind you — the mission ended two days ago and you slept through those 48 hours, at best waking up for only a few seconds. "Ya need something?" he slowly dropped to his knees.

He desperately wants to talk to you on the same height and hear your voice yet it was almost inaudible. Your eyes wandered to your side without moving much, gaze landing on the worried guy.

"Water..." you requested, throat too dry to let out more than one word.

"Of course. Say less." he swiftly grabbed the cup of water beside your table and sits down on the edge of your bed. "C'mon, sit up."

His hands supported your weight, helping you sit up and leisurely guiding the glass to your lips.

"Drink slowly." he demanded, about to take away the glass, feeling like he was drowning you with that cup.

"Mmmh..." you swallowed it slowly like he wanted, water gliding down your skin.

"Just like that..." he placed it to the side and helped you lay down again. "Need anything else?"

"Stay..." your hand sneaked up to his clothes, weakly gripping onto him. "Please."

"I would've done that without ya sayin' that." he blinked, talking as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Thank... you."

A delicate smile adorned your lips as you were able to close your eyes again — the need for safety and comfort no longer bugging you since he was here. And you know he will take care of you.

"No need to thank me. Ya sound like an idiot already." he shook his head.

Yet you were no longer there, the pull into the deep sleep got the best of you and making you fast asleep. "Ya must love makin' me worried, huh?" he huffed out and watched how your grip around his sleeve loosened.

Zanka stays seated next to you, occasionally glancing to your direction and pretending it was casual — before noticing the slight knitter between your brows, your breath hitching.

It lets his heart drop immediately and his expressions hardens in concern for you. "Scarin' me is also fun now?" his finger twitched, "ya make me wanna leave. Or else I'll die through worry."

Saying all that is easy. Nevertheless he doesn't budge, body unmoving as he watched. He was watching and waiting, no matter how long it would take. He will wait until you feel well again.

And he certainly refuses to take any missions if he knows you're still sick. Even if Enjin demands it from him. He cannot put your trust second place — for you are hoping for his support right now.

"As soon as yer gettin' better, ya can annoy me as much as ya want." his whisper is barely audible, hard to catch.

"This is a one time opportunity, ya better take it."

SUREBREC RUDO.

　HE huffed loudly as Rudo dragged himself to your bed, sweat all over his face and slowly rolling down his skin. How could he not? Especially after hearing you got a huge fever during a mission.

"I'm finally here... Sorry for making you wait so long." he breathed out.

Taking the chair from the other side of the room, he placed it right next to your bed and sat down. "Rudo..?" you questioned, whisper so small — he barely caught onto that.

"Y-Yes? I'm right here." he responded almost immediately.

"Get away..." you ushered him to.

Your body was weak yet your might was enough to show him your concern at the sight of him. A frown settled deeply on his face as he heard those words before shaking his head.

"No... I'm not leaving your side." he refused, "I fought my way to be here. And now I'm staying. No one can drag me out of here."

Right — he did hurry into your room with a few hindrances because everyone blocked his way, trying to explain him that you need rest alone. But he can't. His heart cannot allow that.

Being alone sucks and he is aware of that. He knows painfully well how much you hated being alone at your most vulnerable. And your demands mean nothing to him.

It's a lie, he already figured.

"I'm—" you suddenly started to cough.

"A-Ah..!" he panicked slightly and rushed to get you a glass filled with water. "Here..! Drink."

Carefully, he raised your head a little and helped you drink the water, heart racing and bumping against his chest loudly. "I'm... sick." you mumbled under your breath, "you'll catch... a cold too."

"And?" he trailed off, setting the glass aside and gently dropping your head on the pillow again. "So what if I get sick?"

"But..."

"Get some rest. Stop talking." he sat down on his chair again, this time being more stern with you, "sorry if I sound mean..."

A sigh left your lips as you eyed him quietly, the frown still visible. But then — the fever caught up to you again, forcing you to lose all kind of energy and pushing you to sleep.

"Dumbass..." you murmured, breathing steady and calm, "hold my hand... Please."

"Of course." he replied, his gloved hand sneaking underneath the cover and grasping your hand gently. "Whatever you want..."

With that, your lips curled into a little smile.

"[name]... Don't scare me like that again." he plead and leaned over, elbows propping on the cushion — his forehead softly hitting your intertwined hands. "Please."

One word to describe him? Restless. His leg nervously bouncing up and down while he prayed in silence, begging so you would get well soon and recover quickly.

"Just focus on your recovery... I—" he choked.

"I can't handle seeing you like this."

NAGUMO YOICHI.

　"PFFT—"

It wasn't supposed to sound mean or anything with ill intent as he bursted into laughter at the sight of you lying in bed, almost dead. Well you already look dead with the messy hair and deep, dark bags under your eyes.

"You look really..!" he covered his mouth, placing a basket of fruits on the desk.

Actually you don't find yourself caring much, your body too weak and about to shut down. So you decided to close your eyes, shuffling around the bed and turning your back to him.

"Ouch!" he played hurt before sitting down on the chair, "sorry, sorry for laughing."

Nagumo heaved out a sigh and crossed his legs, elbow on his knee and hand supporting his head. "Didn't take you for this weak." he murmured under his breath, grin everlasting.

"Shut up..." it took everything to mutter out two damn words.

"Whatever you want." he beamed and spoiler alert, he did not shut up.

Carefully, he raised his hand and placed it against your burning forehead. And then you felt it — it was cold, so cold that you would already compare it to ice. A shudder run down your spine.

"Go away..." you wanted to swat his hand away yet again, you were too weak.

"Doesn't feel like it though." he whistled, watching how you leaned closer against his skin.

Using all your might to turn over again, your half-lidded eyes wandered around his face. "You shouldn't move too much." his grin faltered slightly, tattooed hand caressing your cheeks gently.

A ghostly shadow you might say — touch so cautious and gentle as if he was afraid to break you even more yet also powerful, knowing that you were able to relax through the coldness of his hand.

"It was so much trouble to take off a few days." he whispered, aware how you slowly drifted into sleep again. "When you recover again, let's go out."

"Mmh..." instead of agreeing with words, you decided to hum.

Eventually, the sleep lulled you to sleep once again — even though you just woke up a few minutes ago. "Good night, [name]." he wished you and grasped your hand.

No cringe nickname, no cheesy pet names. Just [name]. [name] and Yoichi. "I knew I should've taken that mission huh? It kinda sucks, seeing you in pain." he whined.

Despite whining, there was no genuine emotion lingering behind his voice. "If you don't get well soon, I might as well take my own life. It's so boring without you and Shishiba is nagging me the whole time."

Stop being a dumbass then, you would've answered like that or something along those lines. Nagumo's gaze never shifted from your face, placing brief kisses against the back of your hand.

"You literally make me act like you're dead..." he trailed off, a chuckle leaving his lips. "I already got a big list of ideas what we could do in my mind. So you gotta recover real fast, yes?"

Finally. He sealed his lips, quietly waiting for your eyes to open again.

he was laid stomach first on the couch, hands hanging over the arm and a pout on his lips as he looked up at you with desperate eyes. they fluttered ever so sweetly when you turned on your heel to look back at your childish boyfriend.

"osamu, i have work in the morning. so do you!! get some sleep and ill see you after work—AAH!!" you barely had time to blink as dazai lunged at you with desire in his eyes. you shrieked feeling his arms wrap entirely around your waist, pulling you forward and into his chest and down back on the couch.

"dazai—you can't—" you tried to stop the giggles from pouring out of your lips, but his hard grip on you as you tried to roll off of him? you couldn't help yourself. "oh, i have never felt worse pain then my own partner leaving me alone—cold, scared, hungry!!" his eyes shut closed, tossing you side to side like a ragdoll on top of him—loosely holding you by the waists. arms still fully wrapped around your trapped body.

"we ate an hour ago—dazai, you ahass!!" he gasped upon hearing the curse word from you, feeling more mischievous as you talked back to him. "aw~, now they're calling me an ass?! didnt you hurt me enough, why must you keep on putting me through this pain? forced to suffer from your words?!"

you managed to push yourself up from his chest, airy giggles filled the room as you tried to hunch your shoulders over his arm to let you go... however that backfired quickly as you felt a pair of two fingers poke your underarm.

"AAH!!— osamu, don't you dare!! let me go!" you giggled, your body going limp against his chest as he held you closer—tighter. his grin sharpened as he watched you squirm on top of him.

"oh, no, no ,no—you need to be taught a lesson, my dear~ you can't expect to be freed after calling me names!! consider this my way of persuasion." he shrugged as if his fingers didn't move down to your sides and scribble fast up and down.

you pleded. you screamed. you squirmed. his hold on you only growing tighter. you punched him in the chest, kicking your legs only hitting his with no avail. as you giggled, you managed to get out the words, "stahap! stop, ohor i won't kihiss you—OHOU—fohor a weehehahek!!"

he froze. hands stilled as they were settled comfortably under your arms, your body still twitching as you laid on his chest and catching your breath.

"you don't mean that!!" he spoke with a worried expression, however he wasn't worried at all, his expression showed more playful than scared by your words. "you heard mehe!" you giggled, pushing his arms away from your sensitive armpits—suddenly feeling a rush of adrenaline flood through your body as he gently grasped your cheeks, kissing your face over and over.

*AHA! NO—ihi'm a being of my WORD!!" you shrieked, a happy smile on your face as you grabbed at his wrists, now being able to sit up and lean back. dazai following your every movement as he kept trying to kiss you, attempting to peck your lips. "c'mon, donna~peck. you don't mean to tell me—peck—you actually think you-peck-can go a full week without—peckpeck—kissing me, hm." he kisses your jawline, slowly moving up to your lips. "you practically beg for them everyday!! you can't get enough of me, admit it, darling~"

"you cahant expect me to stay just because you're kissing me—EWW—dohont lick mehe!" you could stop giggling as he practically towered over you. your body pinned against the corner of the couch.

"oh, well of course i can. you loooove me, you can't get enough of me~"

the palm of your hand gently, but with a bit of aggression, pushes his forehead back—his own still grasping your cheeks, not hard but surprisingly gentle despite all the shoving and pushing.

~

as much as you hate to admit it, dazai ended up persuading you to stay at his place for the night. all wrapped up in a blanket on the couch—some old 90's movie playing in the background.

he hummed happily and kissed the top of your head all of a sudden, "there, all nice n warm, and cozy~" he rubbed your back in smooth, soft circles as you sighed against his chest, "bet your glad you stayed with me for the night~"

you close your eyes and let your body relax on top of dazai, your weight having no effect on him whatsoever.

"you're lucky i love you,"

he paused for a moment as you let your body eventually fall into slumber, a soft smile on his lips as he tugged the blanket more over you; your soft snores quickly echoing through his ears as he whispers,

"with all my heart, belladonna'."

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the silence you leave behind terrifies him more than he admits. he’s lived with death for years, but the idea of your body buried in stone while he’s still breathing? it gnaws at the part of him that pretends he doesn't care. the one that secretly hoped loving you might fix something.

when he finds you, injured but alive, his relief is violent. not loud. not dramatic. just a single, ragged breath and a hand that shakes as he brushes hair from your face. you barely open your eyes, and he’s already scanning for injuries like he's afraid touching you too hard will break you further.

he’s uncharacteristically quiet as he helps you out. no jokes. no half-flirting. just focused care - an arm around your waist, voice low and steady as he murmurs reassurances. his grip on you is too tight, like he’s afraid if he lets go, you’ll disappear again.

if you try to downplay your injuries, he snaps. not cruelly - but sharp. "don’t do that," he says. "don’t pretend almost dying for me isn’t a big deal." you see the crack in him then. not anger - guilt. because he knows what you gave up in that moment, and he hates himself for it.

when you're finally in a safe place, he stays beside your hospital bed like it’s penance. he lounges like he always does, coat draped, feet up - but he never leaves. not for food. not for sleep. and when you wake in the middle of the night, you’ll find his hand still loosely holding yours.

he pretends to be annoyed when you tease him about being worried. “oh please, i only stayed because the cafeteria pudding is better here.” but the way he watches your every move, tracks your breathing, and leans in when you whisper his name says otherwise.

he doesn’t say “i love you” - he says “you scared the hell out of me.” and that’s how dazai speaks love: sideways, painfully honest. his hands tremble when he cups your cheek. his smile is thin. but his eyes - for once - don’t run from yours.

later, when you’re healing, he asks you quietly not to do it again. not because he doesn’t understand why you did it - but because the thought of losing you before he could deserve you terrifies him more than dying ever did.

"think i wouldn't notice?" is all he would say and you stared back at him blankly. "notice how uncomfortably close you are to me—hey!"

he randomly squishes your right thigh, watching you kiss your teeth in pain and immediately slap his hand away.

he froze like a deer in headlights—the two of you staring at each other with widen eyes.

"you're injured?" you waved him off, using your heels to push your office chair away from. his eyes never leaving you.

"don't worry about it—i just fell off my friends roof when he tried to watch the sunset last night."

"you did say what now?"

wanting to watch the sunset on a rooftop was beyond him—he just stood up straight and followed you as you kept pushing your chair away from him.

he stepped closer—you pushed away.

"osa, it's really no big deal—i've been through worse! did i ever tell you about the time i banged my head trying to—?"

you listed different injuries you have gotten this past month. not noticing you just started to ramble.

he blinked. once. twice. then giggled, eventually it turned into laughter. pure laughter. now it was your turn to squint your eyes in question at the man. "well~ you're just walking punching bag, aren't yaa?"

you kicked him in the gut, the sudden force took a bunch of air out of him as he laughed out an apology.

~

he keeps a small extra eye on you, noticing you have a bruise on your cheek that wasn't there a few days ago.

teases you as he offers to treat you, of course you could go to yosano—however when it comes to you he'd like to make sure you're in top top shape yourself.

"it looks like you lost a cat fight—with yourself."

you rolled your eyes as he wrapped a bandage around your arm, bleeding due to a cut that has been open for a lil while.

"did you just call me a cat?"

"well with how you've been hissing at me for the last few minutes—if the shoe fits~"

"YOU JUST PUT ALCOHOL ON MY OPEN WOUND—YES I WILL REACT LIKE THAT!!"

as much as he enjoys the endless teasing, he tells you to be careful—what is this like the 23rd time he's told you that this week?

— DOPPO KUNIKIDA ๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑

you walked into the agency like nothing happened.

ah, yes. the sudden FALLING PIPE to your skull did not just happen, your imagining things. although, you don't know what's really real or fake at the moment.

you announce your arrival, a happy smile on your face and a big wave.

kunikida, your oh-so-favorite agency member, turned in your direction—ready to scold for being, what, 3.5 MINUTES late. yet, he didn't get a sentence out—his face turned from his normal everyday rest face to...hold up wait—

lemme just.

IM GIGGLING ok locking in now.

so like there's just a huge black circle just in the middle of your forehead—purple around the edges and bro is just... flabbergasted.

you heard dazai chuckle from his desk, "y/n, you got a lil—pft—a little something.." he points to your bruise and you gave him the biggest smile.

"I KNOW!! it's the biggest one ive gotten so far! honestly, world record!! this isn't even the worst ive gotten!"

"EXCUSE ME—?"

"kunikida-kun~" you chirped happily, arms in the arm as you practically jumped into his arms. he hovered his arms around your waist, your arms wrapped around his neck and practically dangled from him. hands ready just in case you suddenly fell.

don't think you're getting out of this handsfree, you are getting INTERROGATED by this man.

"how are you so calm about this?" he would ask, gently wrapping a bandage over your forehead, a bit uncomfortable but you know better to complain when already getting lectured by kunikida.

"ive been hurt way worse then this, this bump is no biggy."

"how many fingers am i holding up," he asked blunty, holding up a pair of three fingers—not far, but far enough for the normal eye to see.

you squint.

.

"two!!"

he sighed, pushing his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose and standing—"ill book you an appointment with yosano today, just take it easy, okay?"

— NAKAHARA CHUUYA ๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑

he turned away...for two seconds.

two. seconds.

the two of you were on a mission, assigned by mori himself. the boss chooses his partners for the mission very carefully.

so chuuya wouldn't be as worried for you...in the beginning. he knows you're strong so why would he need to worry.

TWO.

SECONDS.

he turned to look around the room you guys were in, and turned back around to see a cut mark directly across your cheek.

"what the fuck happened?"

you looked at the rusty pipe that was sticking out of the ground—i tripped on my shoe lace and landed on the pipe.

another time it was when you weren't even on the job—you banged your knee against the coffee table running around the apartment, as if you were in a sugar rush, chuuya telling you to be careful.

curses under his breath as he treats your wounds, "how many times have i told your ass to be careful, hah?" you hissed as would apply rubbing alcohol to any cuts you may get randomly—always giving you a kiss after, then scolding you.

"you're lucky i was here, otherwise you would have bled out, dumbass!"

has to fight using his gravity to keep you grounded from doing something stupid—for how many times you've been hurt doing something reckless—he only used it once or twice.

— NAKAJIMA ATSUSHI๋ ࣭ ⭑๋ ࣭ ⭑

your honest two seconds away from giving this poor boy a heart attack.

he's worried for his friends, but oh boy is he so much more worried for you 😭🙏🏻

you keep him on his toes more times then he can keep up.

he sees you with a broken leg upon entering your home after his work shift. the only reason he's so scared is because you told him YOU HAD A MINOR LEG INJURY. so he came with some snacks and some extra pain killers and ice packs...HOWEVER DROPPED IT TO THE FLOOR AND STARED AT YOU WITH A COLD EXPRESSION.

he tells you to be more careful, AND YOUR NOT EVEN GOING IN MISSIONS!!

you can be walking down the street and suddenly trip over your left two feet and face plant to the concrete, waving it off as nothing meanwhile atsushi is TWEAKING.

literally has called yosano so many times to check up on you—she's just stopped expecting anybody new coming into her office.

please...you're giving him so many panic attacks he thinks you're dying most of the time. he'll get all protective and like start balling—depending on how bad your injury is.

you showed up with sprained wrists and baby is horrified, shrugging it off like it's nothing.

"i mean it only hurts when i move it this way—ow okay yeah that was bad."

he's by your side, taking you to yosano as he asks you questions.

always offers to carry you if you get hurt during missions—if it's just a cut you get he'll be treating you as soon as you get back.

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