#ayanokouji x reader

Kiyotaka Ayanokoji ʚ₊✰🐋‧🦋˚˳꒦꒷

The clock flicked to 12:00 am right as he sat up. Now, any normal student would be long at rest at this hour. However, Ayanokoji is not normal, so he is awake. He flicked his phone off as if it offended him somehow and let out a long drag of breath before flicking his gaze to the book on his nightstand; it was some psychological thriller he was only half invested in. The main character only served to irritate him, so it was an easy pass. 

Now if you ask what keeps this abnormal student awake, it’d be you. Well, the fact that you’re not here, that is. You promised to get here exactly 27 minutes ago (yes, he’s been timing it), and you’re still keeping him waiting. His usual dead expression might not give it away, but he was certainly irritated about it. It’s been a long day, figuratively, obviously, but you know…. He spent the better part of the day keeping his classmates out of his hair and contemplating why he ever thought it was worth getting the miserable lot of them into class A, even if it’s solely for his benefit. 

Kiyotaka never spends the day around you, but not for the reasons one might be led to believe. He loves you; however, that might be an understatement by now. Like everyone else, you used to be nothing but a tool to get rid of when he saw no more use for you, but after months of being around you, what became mere tolerance became a consistent dependence he won’t verbalize.  Compared to all the wastes of space that occupy this planet and all the tools that are in his toolbox, you are divinity given flesh. It’s nothing he can simply put into words, and it’s doubtful he even could if he tried. You occupy a space in his head that makes him obsessive and sickeningly possessive. You’ve done little more than pretend to date him at first, but now, the simple thought of another person, another man laying a hand on you, makes him homicidal. That’s exactly why he spends the late hours with you; he doesn’t want anyone to see how he loves on you. It’s not theirs to see; they can keep their eyes to themselves before he gouges them right out. Not that he’d ever show that side to you. Never that. You’ve handed a weird compassion to him that he never wants to let go of, for you at least. 

After his day, the moment you proposed meeting, it was almost laughable how quickly he agreed. Of course, it’s Kiyotaka, so his bland tone masked his eagerness, but the neediness was obvious. So why? Why were you taking so damn long to get here? To walk into his arms? Do you even know how filthy this world is? That's why you need him because he can keep you clean and can keep you safe. He doesnt want to have to get up and find you but if you don’t keep making him wait, someone will have to answer for this… God forbid anyone is keeping you away from him. Which fucker thinks they can just—

“Oh, there you are.” He releases a breath from so deep in his lungs, he hadn't known he was holding it. With the calm efficiency only he could pull off, he wipes the malice from his face and moves to meet you at the door, tilting his head. “You’re late. What happened? ” He shuts and locks the door behind you, ushering you in with a hand to your back. You let out a nervous chuckle. “Sorry about that. I would’ve gotten here faster, but Karuizawa bumped into me, and then I had to play some sick version of 20 questions to get out of the conversation. ” You take a seat at the edge of his bed, shrugging your coat off with exasperation. You had come in matching pajamas, silly as they were. Cartoon clouds and stars might have been childish, but Kiyotaka found them endearing on you and kept buying you more. 

Kiyotaka watches as you take your seat and sits down next to you as he listens to your explanation. He clicks his tongue, a derisive sound. “She doesn’t know when to stop meddling. I told her to stay out of my business, but she keeps sticking her nose into places it doesn't belong.” How dare she keep you from him? Who cares what investigative shit she thinks she’s pulling?  It’s pathetic, and he told her to quit trying to pry into his life after their little ‘arrangement’ ended. With a dismissive wave, he finally makes eye contact with you, studying your face with subtle annoyance he couldn't hide. “Well, you're here now at least. That's what matters.” Kiyotaka takes the jacket from your hands and tosses it across his room before reaching out and tugging you closer by the waist. His hand rests possessively on your hip, his thumb rubbing small circles through the fabric of your clothes. “Don’t bother explaining yourself to her next time. I don’t like anything coming between our alone time.” He rests his head against your hair and silently breathes you in. He liked to sear it into his head for when he couldn't see you the next day. He had to stifle a shudder at the unique scent you radiated. “I do typically just ignore her. I guess I just felt bad this time. She got all pushy after a while, though, so I just walked off after that.” You rest your head on his shoulder, letting out a yawn. “I didn’t mean to make you wait, sorry…” Most of that was a mumble as your sleepiness was catching up to you. "Forgiven," he says simply, his voice still low but no longer carrying that sharp edge of irritation. “Just don't make a habit of it. They’re nothing but distractions, so it’s nothing to disregard them.”

He lifts his head and puts a bit of space between you two, enough to look at you properly as he reaches up and cups your cheek with his hand, his thumb stroking gently over your skin. His touch is warm and comforting, a stark contrast to the coolness of the room. Leaning in closer, he rests his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the small space between you. “You matter to me. Don’t degrade yourself by sharing that beauty with the ugly of this world.” He closes his eyes for a moment, taking in your presence, your scent once more, and the feeling, the oh-so-amazing feeling of your body pressed against his. When he opens them again, there's a vulnerability in his gaze that he rarely lets anyone see. "Stay with me tonight," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to be alone anymore." A soft chuckle escaped you as you brought your hand to his cheek, noting how he fluttered an eye closed when your fingers approached. It was a weird and cute habit you never got enough of.  It wasn't very often you got to experience this delicacy from Kiyotaka. On average, he always had his guard up and gave the world the cold shoulder. However, every once in a while, in the quiet nights like this one, you can catch a glimpse of something warmer, something real. 

“I’d never dream of leaving you alone.”