Pls consider: Natsuo participating in a color run and thanks to an unseen dip in the path he and the Reader collide.
It’s a hard, painful fall, one you close your eyes as you curl up instinctively, but the air isn’t completely knocked out of you nor do you feel crushed. You definitely do feel a pressure, a presence around you, on you. Hesitantly you open your eyes and there’s this white haired, built as fuck, handsome as hell, probably around your age guy caging you on the ground. You’re both panting lightly, a sheen of sweat covering you both, having been going at it hard for a quick burst on the last bit of the run, staring face to face, with various colours painting both your forms.
You gulp, blinking and that’s when Natsuo exhales in relief. “You’re okay”, he states, more to himself than anything. That’s when you realize one of his hands is cradling your head protectively in order to keep it safe from impact.
“O-oh…” You don’t manage to get out a full sentence, let alone more than one word, before he gently withdrawals his hand and settles back on his knees, straddling your body with ease as he looks at you with a relieved smile. Your mind blanks, hands slipping to your sides in a well behaved manner.
“I was really worried there for a moment,” he explains, same smile still plastered across his face. He doesn’t make an effort to even move off of you and your body relaxes in a submissive manner.
The words slip out before you can even realize what’s being said.
“S-sorry, sir.”
fsdfasdfasd the things that this is making me feel oh god. anon, bless you for this.
I sincerely hope we're going back to his place to paint some rainbows all over his white sheets.
