And they were rivals!

something to distract (brush test again)

“it really isn’t good for your health,” he says, softly, damp warm eyes and a hesitance that borders on reverence.

he uses honourifics and a pressure that never feels overbearing.

but there are others he happily indulges. you’re laying on the couch together as the rain turns the dim apartment grey. cheek pressed against his shoulder as you scroll your phone, gnawing on his left arm.

“did you hear about this?” you say without looking away from your phone.

“hmm?”

“the cursed tool that was recovered in, ah, some prefecture,” you murmur, breath warm against his skin, lips brushing it in a kiss that never fully ends.

yuuta looks down at you. the jacket of his you’d stolen that rides up milky thighs, the phone’s blue light turning your eyes glassy. he shifts and puts his chin on your shoulder and says, “I haven’t yet. you’re so well-informed.”

“it’s just routine updates.”

“I miss them all,” he says woefully, and you give him a look over your shoulder. brows furrowing. he smiles and the pink dusting under his eyes crinkles. “don’t look at me so meanly. I’m sorry.”

“I haven’t even said anything!”

“you didn’t have to.”

you bite his bicep. you’re always surprised by yuuta, yuuta who winces when he laughs sometimes, who blushes at your humour, and when you feel the strength in his physicality, you remember he isn’t always home and that your yuuta is bound to many responsibilities woven within that same kindness he weeps with.

“ouch,” yuuta says sweetly, smoothing your hair with his free hand.

“that didn’t even hurt you.”

I’m done. Time to nap.

Without extra lighting

Just wanted to get this done

no reflection below

Warnings: afab reader. reader is scared of doctors because she was traumatised in the past. I tried to make this as comforting as possible <3. Also, keep in mind that there might be some mistakes regarding some more technical concepts as I am not a professional.

A/n: basically me trying to heal from medical trauma, iatrophobia, white coat syndrome and all that stuff that came with doctors treating my 5yo self like shit :’). I am so sorry for anyone that has gone through something similar and I hope you can heal <3.

༄ Pediatrician!Yūta who took your case into his hands even though you were an adult.

“Yūta you have to do me this favour” your best friend, Maki, began. “She’s really sick right now, but she is also terrified of doctors. She won’t let anyone touch her! I figured out you could help since you literally treat scared children all the time.”

Maki was very frustrated to say the least, and this was her absolute last resort.

Yūta listened intently to every word, a focused look settling on his face. He then gave her a reassuring nod.

“It’s okay, I can do it”

༄ Pediatrician!Yūta who knocked gently at your bedroom door.

“Can I come in?”.

You curled up in your bed, unsure whether to reply.

Yet his voice seemed so…calm.

A few minutes passed until you finally answered. “Come…” you said, your voice low and hoarse.

༄ Pediatrician!Yūta who checked you so gently and patiently it was almost frustrating.

“I’m not a child, you know…” you said irritated.

“But I’m not treating you like a child,” he replied calmly. “This is called trauma informed care, it’s an approach used for patients of any age to make them feel safe,” he explained, giving you a soft smile. “Although you’re not entirely wrong…this approach is deeply rooted in pediatrics.” he said, chuckling.

༄ Pediatrician!Yūta who took helping you overcome your trauma and fears as his personal mission. Whether it would be systematic desensitization (with him, of course) or in vivo exposure (during general check-ups), where he was always by your side. He also suggested starting therapy, which helped you massively.

༄ Pediatrician!Yūta who genuinely started developing a crush on you. Maybe it was the way you were so passionate about everything, your curiosity or the way your lips curled up whenever you were able to make a new progress.

༄ Pediatrician!Yūta who was so awkward when he confessed, cheeks pink and everything. He looked like a middle schooler all over again.

“I r-really like you, y/n…would you mind grabbing coffee with me sometime?” he said, awkwardly scratching his neck and looking away. God, even his ears were flushed at that moment.

And when you chuckled and said yes, shyly tucking your hair behind your ear, that was all he needed to hear.

༄ Pediatrician!Bf!Yūta whose love language would be acts of service.

Which leads us to…

༄ Pediatrician!Bf!Yūta who would take a few days off to assist you during your period, especially if you would get very bad cramps. He would be the type to be already at your house with a heating pad and painkillers. He would also cook you dishes following an anti-inflammatory, nutrient-dense diet because “we need to lower your prostaglandin levels, which are causing uterine contractions “.

༄ Pediatrician!Bf!Yūta who would come home every Friday after his shift with flowers for you.

“Got you sunflowers this week…they reminded me of you.” He said softly, eyes looking at you with nothing but pure love.

༄ Pediatrician!Bf!Yūta who would make sure not to trigger you in any way possible, even if it meant not talking about his patients at home.

༄ Pediatrician!Bf!Yūta who would soothe you each time you would get a nightmare or flashback.

“Shhh…i’m right here, you’re safe darling…” he said, gently hugging you and stroking your hair.

“No one is going to hurt you…you’re safe…” he continued, placing a soft kiss on your head as he cradled you.

༄ Pediatrician!Bf!Yūta who made you realise not all doctors are unsafe or “bad”: some actually do this job because they genuinely enjoy helping people.

Was reading wan when I remembered this moment from Dark Era: