Hey, if possible, could i request a oneshot with Haruki from given where he finds his girlfriend crying bc she had a bad day at work and they cuddle and talk etc etc? Hope you're doing well!!!!
YES YOU ABSOLUTELY CAN I LOVE HARUKI SM pls request more given I’ll actually cry
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pairings: Haruki Nakayama x female!reader
word count: 0.7k
genre: fluff!
cw: some work stress
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You dragged your feet down the hallway and rested your back on a wall, sliding downwards it until you were sitting on the floor. With your face looking at the closed bathroom door across from you, you let out a frustrated sigh, a couple of tears slipping past your tired eyes to wet your cheeks.
“Oh, hey baby! When did you get...home?” Haruki squatted down across from you, furrowed eyebrows decorating the space over his honey-coloured eyes. You sniffed and wiped the tears from your cheeks, throwing yourself in his arms. That only resulted in both of you landing on the floor again with faint chuckles.
“Let’s go lay down, okay?” He helped you up and you walked to his bedroom. He sat you down and removed your tights and black dress that reached down to your knee, required work attire. He slipped one of his big sweatpants and band t-shirts on you before leaving a kiss on the top of your head. You laid down on your usual side of the bed and he crawled over you, head hitting the pillow, facing your direction. His calloused fingers wiped your tears away until you decided to open your eyes.
“I hate this job.”
“Quit.”
“Haruki! I can’t quit and you know it.”
“Come on! The wedding can wait until my band becomes famous and I’m loaded.” He managed to make you laugh as you snaked an arm under his body and the other around his shoulders to play with his silky hair, something that calmed you down whenever you were stressed. His own arms pulled you closer, lips kissing your face to clean it from the tears.
“Seriously, though. You don’t have a music degree for nothing.”
“I haven’t played the piano in so long.”
“Sell it then.”
“I can’t just sell my piano!”
“Go be the next Mozart then. That’s what you wanted to do, right?” He reminded you, hands now caressing your back to help you relax. You’d be lying if you said you haven’t thought about it. How you’ve been working your ass off as a secretary for three years, your music degree judging you from its place above your desk at home.
“Yeah, I guess. Do you know of any bands that need someone to play the keys?”
“I can ask Take-Chan. I’m sure he’ll find something.” He said thoughtfully before rolling you over to be on top of him. He stared into your eyes lovingly, one hand meeting your forehead to tuck some stray hair behind your ear.
“Let’s start by you moving in with me, alright?”
“Haruki, what are you saying?” You felt a blush creep up your cheeks as you threw a smile his way.
“I promised to marry you, didn’t I? How will we do that if we live apart?”
“Well...”
“I love you, ___. Everything is going to find its place soon.” He assured you and leaned up to peck your lips softly.
Your head fell on his chest, snuggling up to him as much as humanly possible. Haruki hummed a familiar melody in your ear, the first song with vocals his band played the day you met him. ‘Fuyunohanashi’. That was the song’s name. You praised him for his bass solo when you met him backstage, Akihiko introducing you to him as an old schoolmate. The moment you both laid eyes on each other, you wouldn’t believe you’d be promising marriage five years later, but you certainly hoped of something along those lines.
At the end of the day, all you really needed was the man you fell in love with five years ago; just him holding you tight and humming one of his songs in your ear until you were fast asleep. Nothing else was important in those moments.
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