#kunicraft

Just like everyday, Kunikida's alarm clock goes off at 6 am, making sure he wakes up.

The difference today is that when consciousness comes to him, he feels pain. Not the pain associated with his job mind you, instead it’s pain that has come with the choices he’s made and the life he’s lived. This isn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence, but today is especially bad.

Opening his eyes, he becomes aware of the position he’s in; his head in the crook of Lovecraft's neck, his left arm being draped onto Kunikida's waist. Moving his head slightly, he sees Stoker behind Lovecraft, spooning him. Lifting Lovecraft's arm off him with his own, he’s careful to try and move in a way to not wake up his partners, thankfully not being the one in the middle this time (along with Lovecraft's arms not being tentacles at the moment) means he doesn’t have to struggle that much.

After moving himself closer to the edge of their bed, he sits up, sighing.

His shoulder is still messed up from being sliced open during the whole Decay of Angels incident, with Yosano only being able to heal it so much with it already having been in the process of healing on its own.

It’s similar to his leg he supposes, as it’s an old injury that never really healed properly, in part due to him not allowing it to when he had the chance.

He looks over at his cane, the new one that is. Yosano insisted that he needed a new one after the injuries he had received and sustained, with the new one alleviating some of the overall pain he feels in his right arm.

His hands are the worst at the moment. His wrists being in immense pain, with his hands being completely numb, not being able to feel them. Looking at them, he tries to move his fingers. The effort is futile however, as nothing but the usual shakiness happens.

“Damnit…” “Doppo?”

Lovecrafts awake. Kunikida turns his head to face his partner, who is now sitting up. “Sorry, did I wake you up?” He hums, tilting his head to the side slightly. “Hm, not entirely.” Then, he looked at him, and despite not having his glasses on along with Lovecraft sometimes being hard to read, Kunikida could still see the worry in his expression. “I know you're in pain.”

He didn’t know how to respond.

“I’ll be fine.” “I don’t believe that.”

They stay there in silence for a few seconds before Lovecraft sighs and gestures towards himself. “Come here.” After moving closer to his partner, Lovecraft guides his body. Kunikida's head now resting on Lovecraft's shoulder with his hands in his partner’s lap; while Lovecraft's left hand holds his own, his other is holding his right shoulder.

Then, the humming starts.

As soon as Kunikida recognizes that it’s some sort of melody, he finally understands what Lovecraft is doing. Stoker explained this to him before, Lovecraft is capable of the power of suggestion through melodies, he compared them to the songs sirens sang. He also informed him that this power can take different forms, with one of them acting as a temporary pain suppressant.

That must be what he’s doing now.

There’s a certain comfort to the way he’s being held, a song being sung for him. His shoulder doesn’t nearly as much as it did before, he even has some feeling back in his hands. But, as pleasant as this all is, he can’t stay forever.

“I need to get up eventually, I have responsibilities.” The melody doesn’t even stop when Lovecraft responds, like it’s completely separate from him. “Your boss should understand.” “Aya also needs to be taken to school and looked after.” “Bram should be able to take care of her.” At that, Stoker seemed to mumble in his sleep, nuzzling into Lovecraft's side and proceeding to hold his waist tighter. “… When he awakens that is.”

Lovecraft is right, Kunikida knows that, and yet it still feels wrong.

He can’t help but feel useless whenever he’s like this. No matter how often he’s told otherwise by others, he can’t change how he feels.

He hates it.

Lovecraft pulled him closer, his head now resting on Kunikida's own. “You think too much.” “… Sorry.”

The two of them stayed like that for a short time, with only Lovecraft's melody breaking the silence before he spoke again. “When Stoker wakes up, can you tell him to check on Dazai and Katai? I can’t rest well if I don’t know they’re both alright.” “Of course.” “Thank you.”

I'm thinking about drawing more Kunicraft

Hey girl. Kunikida centric Zombie au that literally came to me in a dream that i decided i should post. And also there’s implied kunicraft bc even when im sleeping I think of them