Daichi Can Pick U Up And Throw U Over His Shoulder Like A Sack Of Potatoes No Matter How Big U Are N

AUDACIOUS — MIYA OSAMU

pairing: miya osamu x fem! reader content: timeskip! osamu, fluff, comedy

you had already told your sister that it was a bad idea but she begged and pleaded with you, and you’ve always had a huge soft spot for her. when you were little, you’d let her play with your toys, would cover up for her when she broke curfew, and played wingman on more than one occasion. all she has to do is give you her big, round puppy dog eyes and a jutted lip and you’re putty in her hands. Really, if you had a stronger constitution, this could all have been avoided.

because, right now, you’re sitting in your dining room, your husband across the table with his arms crossed. he’s eyes are narrowed and he asks, “so, what do ya have to say for yerself?”

you fiddle with your fingers, refusing to meet his glance. “I had no other choice, ‘samu.”

“bullshit. ya did and ya know it.”

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"Hey 'Samu. What's up?"

"Sorry ta bother ya Sunarin, I know yer packin' but yer roommate had a stressful day and is uh," Osamu clears his throat, "not safe ta get home. I'd drive but my car's-"

"In the shop, I know." Suna sighs and there's a soft jingle of keys. "I'll be there soon."

Osamu clears the bottles of sake off the counter cleaning around your slumped, sleeping form. He softly nudges you. "Sunarin's on his way ta get ya home."

You whimper pathetically, words slurring, "i'snot gonna be his homemuch longer."

Osamu feels a pang of his own pain.

It was bittersweet, his best friend being recruited by a division one team. He was mostly overjoyed and proud, knowing how long Suna had been playing volleyball, but a small part of him hurt because it meant his best friend moving away.

He knows Suna's always going to be his best friend so the distance won't damage their friendship but you...

His employee, the first one he hired who's been working for and with him since the beginning

Who got to know Suna from his frequent visits and became friends, accepting the spare room he offered when your old lease was up...

You don't have that history with Suna. Though you celebrated with him just as hard as Osamu, the part that hurts over him leaving is much larger.

After a few nasty customers today Osamu offered you a drink as you closed up. It quickly escalated as you poured your heart out and swore him to secrecy at the same time.

Osamu lets Suna in when he knocks and watches the middle blocker help you to your feet, draping one of your arms over his shoulders as he wraps one of his around your waist.

"What's gonna happen when you leave? Osamu asks quietly.

Suna snorts. "You're gonna need a bedroll in the office."

Osamu shakes his head. "No, Rin." He motions to you with his chin. "What happens...when you leave?"

Suna searches his friend's expression, not answering.

Osamu holds the door and keeps his promise, keeps your secret, but simply offers. "I think ya need ta talk about it."

Suna tucks you into the front seat, Osamu's words replaying in his head as he drives home, you slumped against the door in sleep.

"Suna!" You jump. "You scared me, I didn't see you there." You try to laugh it off, the surprise of finding him standing in the dark as you take out Onigiri Miya's trash, but you're clutching your chest. He can see through your false bravado. "What uh...what's up? Why are you standing out here like a creep?"

"I...got drafted."

You raise your brow and smirk. "What by the army?"

Normally he'd quip back but his heads spinning too much. "No. By EJP Raijon."

"Oh." Your expression clears in shock. "Oh damn, like drafted, drafted."

"Yeah." He shifts his gym bag.

"We'll that's, that's great right? That's what you were hoping for!"

"I guess." He shrugs.

"Tch, what do you mean you guess!" You grab his arm and drag him inside announcing to the whole restaurant that your roommate was going to play professional volleyball.

After one too many jokes that night about having to find a new roommate he started to get frustrated but when he asks "is that all you think of me? Your roommate?"

You stutter.

He'll never admit that his heart stopped beating in the few seconds it took you to answer.

"N-No, you're my f-you're my friend." You blink owlishly under his gaze and he wonders what else he could have been searching for.

Nothing.

Nothing happens, he already knows nothing happens when he leaves.

He helps you into the apartment and you robotically leave your shoes by the door and shuffle past the kitchen but you don't go to your room.

Eyes closed you sleepwalk into his room.

He quickly kicks his shoes off and chases after you with a gentle call of your name but you pull out of his grasp.

"Leavemelone Samu," you groan. "Jus lemme go tobed."

"I'm trying but this isn't your bed," he protests handling you far more patiently than he would anyone else.

Your features crumple like you're going to cry and you're still slipping out of his hands. "Yesi'is..." Your bottom lip trembles. "Sunasgone Samu, an' imtaking his room."

He stands helplessly in the middle of his own room as you climb into his bed, under his covers and wrap yourself tightly. He sees how you bury your nose in the blanket and inhale.

"Stil'smels like him, too..." You exhale shakily like you're still on the verge of tears. "Imnot gonna tell him he left this either..." Your breathing evens out as you drift. "...I's all I'll have to 'member him..."

Suna feels a strange pain in his chest as he watches your lips slack open.

You stretch, twisting your wrists as you flex your arms straight, and yawn. You slept surprisingly well given the last thing you remember is falling asleep on the counter at Onigiri Miya but your horizontal orientation clearly means you're in bed. And when you open your eyes and take in the piles of moving boxes you realize you're not in your own room.

Cringing in embarrassment you tiptoe out of bed, pausing at the door until you know the apartment's empty, you scurry to the bathroom.

After the longest shower you can stand, you get dressed to find your soon-to-be ex-roommate moving boxes closer to the door.

He regards you with his usual smirk. "Morning sleeping beauty."

There's a rush of heat to your cheeks and you don't know what to do with your hands. "I-I'm so sorry about last night."

"Which part?" He teasingly asks "the part where I had to drive all the way to Onigiri Miya to pick you up or the part where you stole my bed?"

You grimace. "Both."

"Don't worry about it," he chuckles dryly.

"Do you want any help?" you offer, doubting your ability to actually be helpful to a professional athlete and he smirks, thinking the same thing.

"Nah, I'm good." He goes back to his room and looks around, patting his pockets, before picking up the last box and adding it to the stack by the door. "The mover's are parking now."

You nod and try to stay out of the way as his things are moved out. As the last box is taken he goes back to his room and brings out a small cardboard box.

"Here."

Your brow dips as he hands the box to you. "What's this?"

He shrugs, dropping his keys on the counter for you. "Just a small going-away present."

"Oh, but I don't have..." Your words fade when he shakes his head.

"I'm good." He holds your gaze in his strange quiet intensity. "Take care of yourself."

"You-You too, Rin."

With the box in your arms you don't have to overthink giving him a hug versus a handshake or something equally awkward. He just waves once, leaves,

And you're alone.

Still holding the box you numbly shuffle into his room, taking in the vast emptiness from corner to corner.

Outside the moving truck rumbles, loudly at first until it drives off, leaving you in quiet.

You slowly sit down on Suna's bare floor and let yourself cry. You're going to miss the movie nights, shared meals, incessant jokes...

You're going to miss your old roommate...but he was never just your roommate, was he? From the moment he walked into Onigiri Miya you had been in love. And becoming his roommate, seeing him walk from the bathroom to his bedroom in just a towel, the way he would leave a cup of coffee on the counter for you in the mornings...only made you fall harder. Fall deeper.

But he was out of your league and your boss's best friend...so you never wanted to risk what you had.

Wiping tears and snot from your face you open the box, the sight of his blanket sending another wave of tears crashing down.

You pull it out and wrap it around yourself, crying harder, as a letter with your name in his scrappy writing falls out.

Hands shaking you pick it up and read:

I'm in love with you. I've loved you for a long time and was hoping you'd ask me to stay but you'd never do that, would you? Because you're a good person who supports me but I can tell you with 100% certainty that if the roles were reversed I wouldn't do the same for you.

You unfold the paper and something extra falls out. You absentmindedly lift it up as you read the end:

I know I'm moving and all but...I'm still gonna need a roommate....

Speechlessly you look at the extra thing, heart racing as you see it's an airline voucher.

...And I'd like that to be you.

General relationship HCs

Characters: Gorou, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Xiao, Zhongli

Gorou

-The fact that Gorou loves you is always as clear as day.

-He does what he can to show you that he loves you.

-His love languages are quality time, physical touch, and words of affirmation.

-Gorou loves to hear about your day.

-He takes an interest in your life that nobody ever has before.

-He’ll hang onto every word that you say and it’s because he wants to, not because he has to.

-Gorou loves hugging you.

-Every chance he gets he’ll have his arms wrapped around you.

-Leans his head on your shoulder if he can reach, otherwise he’ll nuzzle it into your shirt.

-He’ll steal quick kisses randomly throughout the day.

-Gives you headpats no matter your height, simply because it makes him happy to be able to do so.

-He loves to compliment you.

-Not a day goes by where he doesn’t call you stunning.

-He just about always says what’s on his mind, so the compliments often come out of nowhere just because he’s thinking about how amazing you are.

-He’s often too busy to take care of you if you get sick, but when he can he’ll be by your side.

-Makes sure to prepare some food for you to eat while you’re sick. If he doesn’t have time, he’ll ask somebody else to.

-He’s decent at taking care of you when you’re injured, but not the best. He’ll ask somebody more experienced to help out if it’s not something minor.

-Gorou is in love with you and you’ll always be reminded of that, whether it be due to his actions, his words, or other people going on about how in love with you he is.

Kazuha

-Kazuha’s love languages are quality time and receiving gifts.

-Kazuha enjoys feeling at home near you, so he tries to spend as much time with you as possible.

-He likes getting away from people and it just being you and him where you two can talk in private and update each other on everything that has happened in your lives.

-Part of him wants to ask you if you’d consider traveling with him, but he decides against it when he remembers how many times people wouldn’t open up their home to him. He doesn’t want you experiencing something like that.

-He enjoys receiving gifts and giving gifts.

-Whenever he comes back from one of his travels, he’ll give you a trinket that he picked up along the way. It’s always one that reminds him of you.

-He might not have anywhere to place the gifts that you give him–you’ll have to hold on to most of them–but he’ll always bring one with him.

-He’ll take it out and look at it when he misses you, it’s comforting to have with him.

-Beidou once asked him what he was doing when he was caught staring at a small trinket you got him and he could only respond with a smile, “I’m just thinking about (y/n).”

-Beidou could only laugh as she pat his back, noting that he’s never looked forward to going back to somewhere so much before he met you.

-It’s true, ever since he met you he has started to look forward to returning to some place, returning to you.

-If he’s there with you while you’re sick, he’s great at taking care of you.

-He’ll get you anything you need if you just ask for it.

-He’s gotten sick on multiple occasions from staying out in the rain as he tried to find shelter, so he’s experienced at nursing himself back to health and will use that knowledge to help you.

-Arguments are rare to have with him.

-Confrontations are rare too just because he’s so easy to get along with, but confrontations are more likely to occur than arguments.

-Kazuha takes you on dates to places that aren’t busy since he prefers people being far away enough to keep your conversations private.

-He’ll spend as much time as possible with you before he goes on his next trip.

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WAKING UP TO THEIR EMBRACE !

synopis: waking up to their embrace after staying at their place last night.

characters: childe, diluc, itto, kaeya, kazuha, xiao, zhongli

content warnings: suggestive + gn!reader

childe: when you wake up with sleepy eyes after coming home, to childe’s apartment you feel a loose arm around your waist. already noticing that the dull eyes have been staring at you before you had awaken. you cannot help but get flustered, as he presses a kiss to your head.

diluc: your back would be to his chest while he holds you by your waist, sleeping and nuzzled deep into your hair. he loved your aroma and scent and adored it so much. waking up to him is nice and cozy because he hardly snores and he usually wakes up after you do to say good morning.

itto: waking up to him is basically like being held by a huge teddy bear. he does snore a bit in the morning but perhaps it’s a sound you can get accustomed too. though if you wake up before him, he’ll just encourage you to go back to sleep.

kaeya: waking up to him feels like a short blessing, because he is so warm and hearing him praise and flirt with you at dawn is like the cherry on top. though a majority of the time his flirty comments makes you nervous so you end up burying your head into his shoulder.

kazuha: he always holds you upon his chest carefully, stroking the strands of your hair and saying good morning once your eyes meet the sun peaking through the windows. he’ll ask simple questions and always asking if you wanted to catch breakfast with him.

xiao: he generally likes to watch you fall asleep but the temptation and the urge to hold you, is way too strong which is why you awake in the morning to him pressing your head upon his chest while he tells you to go back to bed and kisses your forehead.

zhongli: oh archons, he is so gentle. he holds you very carefully and softly, making sure that you are safe in his warmth and embrace. he either has your head placed on his chest or shoulder to guarantee you comfort.

# 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔: 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 + 𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 = 𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 ⊹

𖧧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 ♫ ♪: “something good” by julie andrews, “only us” by ben platt, “truly madly deeply” by one direction, “christmas in june” by ajr, and “lo-fi children” by wild party.

𖧧 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐞: childhood friends to lovers <3

𖧧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭: we met when we were kids, in our kindergarten class. when we got seated next to each other, it was hard not to be amazed by all the all might merch he wore on a consistent basis. so as children, our shared love for all might sparked many conversations, including sneaky whispers when the teacher wasn’t looking, and the beginning of a lifelong friendship. of course, katsuki was a usual annoyance, but having a quirk powerful enough to counter katsuki’s was an ego booster for the both of us. so whenever izuku had another wall of problems to face, i was there with him. my quirk continued to develop, meaning that after-school hangout sessions (featuring inko’s homemade snacks) happened daily. and the older we got, the more realization disclosed itself. the boy i had collected cool bugs with, the one i’d walked to school with every day, was, cute. and in middle school, i realized that your best friend shouldn’t make you feel so flustered over the littlest things. like poking your arm when asking a question, or having your shoulders lightly touch when sitting together at lunch. and as high school eventually came, those feelings continued to swell. all I could hope was that one day, they would be reciprocated back.

𖧧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞: but even after being admitted into ua, all i could think about was him. his brand new quirk. his collection of freckles that had grown over the past summer. his long, soft curly hair. a kid with so much bravery that all you could do was look at him in awe. around our second year at ua, we had gone through more than one would even think fathomable. how our relationship started: a knock sounded at izuku’s door, his alarm clock displaying the time as 11:57 pm. and as he opened the door with tired eyes, he was met with a disheveled-looking girl who flew into his arms, holding onto him with a tight grip. a nightmare was the reason she had gone to go find him, a nightmare where she had lost him. izuku pulled back out of surprise and slight embarrassment as he held onto her shoulders to steady her figure. “paige?” he said, voice full of concern as his viridescent eyes searched for hers. not only was this not normal, but if something had made her this distraught, then he had to know if she was ok. “i just, ” she said with ragged breath. “i just had to make sure you were ok because i was so terrified and-” “paige. look at me.” and as she stared into his eyes, a blush dusted over her cheeks, and his hand gently tilted her face towards his. “yes?” she replied. “i need you to take a deep breath and talk to me to make sure you’re ok, alright?” “i’m um, actually pretty sure i’m ok now” a puzzled look crossed his face. “but how is that possible-” as the sound of his voice got cut off by the feeling of her soft lips on his.

𖧧 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞: our relationship is as soft as the songs listed above. think of a soft, endearing love, like the feeling of being engulfed in your softest blanket with a cup of hot cocoa in hand. some examples: gazing into each other eyes while rambling about random topics, holding hands with intertwined fingers, shared earbuds while working on homework, ALL the inside jokes we’ve made (we’ve had to start writing them down), cuddling under a heated blanket, sharing foods with messy fingers while laughing about how stupid we look, watching sad movies while making bets on who will cry first (it’s usually a tie), tight hugs, writing love letters, secret handshakes, cradling the others face, holding in our laughs together in the middle of class, and the feeling of adoration every time our eyes connect. falling in love with each other every single day that is spent with the other by their side. <3

𖧧 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞: “our souls are the rare two that fit. with each break in our relationship we grow stronger and smarter, realizing we were meant all along to end up together. i just want to be with you now and forever more.”

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Imagine you and scaramouche have a language barrier and only talk through translations and one day he started learning english so he can express his feelings to you

"I r-rye— I ryek yu— " but he's having a hard time pronouncing it.

"Aghhh kuso! suki da! daisuki da yo!" (Aghhh damnit! i like you! i really like you!)

He's just screaming in japanese while you're waiting there for him to sizzle down so you can say you like him too.

(was meant as modern!au)

“ their love languages ” [ bnha ]

╰┈➤ pairing: bakugou, deku, kirishima, shouto, shinsou, sero, denki, tamaki, hawks, dabi, shigaraki, iida, mina, momo, jirou x gn!reader

╰┈➤ warnings: gn!reader, wanted to get one of these out before valentine's day! i added shigaraki for @/veenxys only. febuary's gonna be a post-heavy month because i have three more collab fics to post!

— BAKUGOU:

acts of service, physical touch. katsuki might not be very good with his words, but that does not stop him from displaying his love for you. he always makes sure to keep you away from the street when walking, keeping you safely pressed into his side and anytime you're in pain- he's there to tend to you, waiting on you without complaint. he loves taking care of you, cooking every meal he can, picking up any chores you don't like and always making sure to help with housework. katsuki is also so observant, always noticing when something's troubling you and silently making the moves to fix it. he wants to make your life as easy as possible, scoffing anytime you press a kiss and thank you to his lips. he gets so casual with physical affection the longer you're together, always throwing an arm over your shoulder and tugging you against him. he refuses to leave for work until you cup his face and litter his face with kisses. he might be stubborn, but he takes every step he possibly can to make you know how much you mean.

— MIDORIYA:

acts of service, physical touch, words of affirmation. izuku wants to be able to help everyone around him, you included. you mean so much to him and he just wants to make your life easier. he always draws you a bath when you mention that your day had been rough over the phone or asks you if you need anything when he leaves for the store. he also makes sure he takes over your least favourite chores like the dishes or taking out the trash. once he gets comfortable around you, izuku gets so touchy. he likes laying together when you watch tv at night or ensuring that your thighs touch when you sit in a booth together- little touches throughout the day. he's always been very good at communicating and so he always tries to ensure he tells you how much you mean. he wants you to feel appreciated and loved, even if it takes a while to find the words, he makes sure to say them.

— KIRISHIMA:

words of affirmation, physical touch. eijirou has never shied away from showing everyone how much you mean to him. he has hands on you everywhere you go, holding hands or an arm wrapped around your waist. loves having you wrapped up in his arms, head pressed to his chest. you can't go more than ten minutes without him kissing you. he's also not shying away from saying everything he loves about you. always there to cheer you on or just cupping your face and whispering all his love- how pretty you are, how much you improve his day, everything- to you. he doesn't leave his praise to just you though, everyone around him knows how much he loves you. he just can't shut up. he calls you once a day to tell you he loves you and you've heard from everyone in his agency knows your favourite food. bakugou's patience is running thin.

— TODOROKI:

physical touch, gift giving, quality time. shouto is touch-starved. he's never really liked people getting close to him... touching him, but he finds himself aching for you. he has his chin resting on your shoulder whenever he's sitting next to you and always leans into every kiss. his favourite part of his day is coming home and being held by you. shouto loves getting to spoil you, no excuses needed. every time he comes home from patrolling, he has a new trinket for you. sometimes they're smaller things like your favourite chocolate or sometimes it's an entire jewellery set. he buys you flowers once a week, always a different arrangement. he's also someone who's never liked draining dates- doesn't see the point. he's perfectly content in spending every free moment with you, even if it's just watching you study or curling up on your couch for a nap.

— SHINSOU:

quality time, gift giving. hitoshi really loves existing together. he's not someone who likes really high energy dates, not that he doesn't plan more complicated outings. it's just he prefers really casual date nights: coffee dates where you can spend a quiet evening pressed together doing two separate things, planning a day to drive somewhere less polluted so you can have a picnic while star-gazing. afternoon dates where you go out to eat, usually some small hole in the wall cafe he found while on a walk one time. he likes being able to put all of his attention onto you, undivided and undisturbed. he also loves to be able to touch you. he's not picky about it, but there will be numerous movie marathons spent facing each other and not the screen, legs tangled together and running hands through each others hair.

— SERO:

physical touch, quality time. hanta just really loves touching you. he's always holding your hands, the feeling of your palm against his just makes him so happy and calm. every time you're close enough and your hands are empty, he's taking it. he hugs you all the time, catching you in his arms and spinning you around. he takes every opportunity to kiss you, pressing a kiss to your cheek every morning and always kisses you on your forehead and lips before leaving. hanta also considers his time to be one of the best ways to show how he loves you. he loves anytime he gets with you, usually spent just curled up on the couch and talking lowly or doing chores together. he likes the simpleness.

— KAMINARI:

physical touch, quality time. denki has always been a very hands on person and affection's no different. he's always touching you. it's just how he's wired, how he reacts- his first instinct when he feels any emotion is to latch onto you. physical touch is his way of making the best of bad emotions and sharing his good ones with you. if he ever feels excited, you're the first person he finds so he can cling to your shoulders. he has to have you close all the time, pulling you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist, hands locked with your own, anything he can get. he also relies on touch to recharge, hooking a leg over your hips and nuzzling into your neck as you card through his hair. denki values any time you get together so much, so he takes extra care in ensuring that it's exciting. he spends days, sometimes weeks, before dates planning. he loves to see you happy.

— AMAJIKI:

quality time, physical touch. tamaki has never been the most articulated person, no matter how hard he tried, and he's never been good in high social situations. he hated it for a while, not being able to give you a proper date- but quickly adapted. he likes the little inside dates: curling up on something soft to watch a movie, making dinner together a little too late at night, or just sitting shoulder to shoulder while doing two completely different things. he also likes to be subtlety touching you too, though. a hand intertwined with yours or his head resting against your shoulder, small things that help remind him that you're together. after really taxing days, he comes how and curls into you, tucked away into your neck.

— HAWKS:

physical touch, gift giving. keigo loves with everything he has, once he gets comfortable with someone he's nearly obsessive. he's incredibly clingy and while he doesn't struggle with words- he tells you just how much he loves you plenty- touch is always his fallback. he refuses to start his mornings without a hug from you, pressing you tight against him and nuzzling into your neck and takes every opportunity to steal a kiss. he spends, much to his dismay, a lot of his time away from you and a lot of that time thinking about you. anytime he sees anything, literally anything, that makes him think of you he's bringing it home. he will not be letting you run out of jewellery, always insisting on clasping it onto you. you have a whole drawer at home filled with colourful rocks and shiny trinkets he's brought back to you. he blames the weirder ones on his "bird brain" but that rock just reminded him of your eyes.

— DABI:

acts of service, physical touch. touya loves so deeply and tenderly, even when he can't voice those feelings. he tries so desperately too help you, even if he blatantly refuses doing so. you mention off handedly that you need to do the laundry and find it done the next day. you know it's him, even as he rolls his eyes, by the contented little smile on his face. he also tries his best to take care of you- even if he can barely look after himself. he tries to cook dinner or breakfast and it's not anything amazing but you can tell how much it meant to him. he's very touchy, too, always finding an excuse to be pressed against you. follows you around when you're doing chores, anytime you stop he's knocking his head into your chin until you cup his face and kiss him.

— SHIGARAKI:

physical touch, quality time. tomura is desperate for touch, something he'd been deprived of for so long- now he revels in the plentiful attention he can get from you. if you're ever sitting down, he's draped over your lap, pushing his head into your hands to urge you to card through his hair. always pushes his face into your neck, nuzzling into the tender skin, when you cuddle. guides your wrist to his chin so you tip his head and kiss him. even if he needs to constantly be touching, he does like just being able to be in the room with you.

— ASHIDO:

words of affirmation, physical touch. mina loves you and will never let a moment pass which she doesn't remind you. she showers you with compliments, escalating throughout the course of the day in an attempt to fluster you. anytime you make even the smallest change in appearance, she compliments it. she'll tell you how good your new haircut looks, how the shirt you just bought is the best colour you've ever worn, how the way you've styles yourself brings out all your best features. she's also a very touchy person, it's also how she expresses her emotions and how she greets you. anytime you enter her line of sight, she's touching you- draping herself over your shoulders, littering kisses over your cheeks, or throwing your leg over her lap.

— YAOYOROZU:

gift giving, physical touch. momo sees you and thinks that you deserve every nice thing in the world. she's so casual in her gift giving- no matter how extravagant the object. she just sees something that reminds her of you and buys it. she brings you delicate rings, slipping them onto your fingers with a soft, "they made me think of you, lovely." anything you need paid for, no matter if you tell her or not, is being paid for. you see a shirt you really love in a store window? it's yours. you have more student debt than you know what to do with? she'll cover it. you go to the same cafe every morning? she always pays. she also loves to spoil you with affection, wrapping her arms around you whenever she sees you, dotting kisses over your face. anytime you're together, she has a hand on you. she just loves you so much and will do everything in her power to show you.

— JIROU:

acts of service, quality time. kyoka gets frustrated whenever she tries to voice her feelings for you. she feels awkward and gets hot all over, then she clams up for the rest of the day. she hates that she can't just tell you how much she loves you, that you make her happy- but she'll settle with showing you. she tries to think about you as much as she can: anytime she's getting something for herself- a snack, drink, hoodie- she's bringing you back one as well. she also keeps an eye on you and your needs, the slightest shiver has her tossing a jacket over your shoulders. she really values alone time with you, too. just simply existing in the same space, pulling you into her room so you can listen to a song that she was writing, bingeing a new series she found, or testing out a new cookie recipe.

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Clumsy love — katsuki bakugo.

In which…

katsuki is cooking in the kitchen, and you accidentally surprise him, he turned around to quick and hit you :( ..maybe it’s a good thing though.

Pairing; Katsuki Bakugo x Afab!reader

Content contains; fem!reader, angst/comfort (but mostly comfort), Prohero!katsuki, sweet kats, maybe a little ooc (sorry..), use of “babe, baby, doll, ‘kats’”, swearing, cheesy cheesy love stuff, mentions of blood, reader getting hit (on accident).

Word count; 1.4k

a/n; this feels rushed but I think it came out pretty cute — I also rewrote like ALL of this it went from 1.0k to 1.4k with my edits to the story..I’m scared to post this pls tell me y’all fw it 🙁 if smb already wrote this IM SORRY I don’t have an @ or anything, I cant remember if I took inspo from someone or was creative for once 😢

katsuki was stirring a pot over the stove, the boiling water and smell of the delicious stew he was cooking wafting through the air. Katsuki always loved to cook for you, no matter how tired he was. He’d cook a million times a day if it meant he got to see you light up at his thoughtfulness, not to mention he’s practically a 5 star chef.

He was pacing around the kitchen to grab various seasonings, vegtables, and other simple things. You wanted to show him some silly video off your phone, so you walked from your shared bedroom and approached him from behind, I suppose he didn’t hear you coming until you were right behind him, tapping him on the shoulder excitedly.

“kats, look-“ but your words got cut off with a mean ‘smack!’, the back of his hand making instant contact with your nose, your hands instantly reaching up to cup you’re now bruised nose as you squeak out an ‘ow ow ow!’

“holy shit!,” he exclaimed. “babe, I’m so sorry.” he drops everything, the spoon dropping into the pot, water splashing lightly with a ‘plosh’. He rushes over, grabbing your wrists lightly; a worried mixed with guilty look on his face.

“it’s- mmm fuck!” you grit out through bared teeth. “it’s fine, not ur fault kats—“ you hiss out, eyes squinting and ur brows furrowed from the sharp pain stinging in your nose. He was a pro-hero, and strong obviously, so when you startled him, he hit you with a lot of might. (all might reference.)

“no no—shit!- that’s not fine babe..lemme see cmon.” he stutters around, searching for the right words. you could tell by the glint in his eyes, and the way they softened, by his brows and the way they softly perked up and furrowed, by the tiny pout on his face, just how absolutely worried and awful he felt about himself right now. He slowly went to move your wrists from your face, careful to be gentle with you. You let him move your hands away from you’re poor injured nose slowly, tears stinging the corner of your eyes from the pure pain that spiked through you.

“aw fuck, y’r bleedin babe, cmon…” a unfamiliar gentle—? no…soft? yes but no—….worried? tone? yeah. worried. He knew you were okay, it wasn’t broken although it might feel as bad as one for a few minutes, nonetheless he hurt you.

his rough fingers wrapped around one of your wrists gently, guiding you to the bathroom, your other wrist still clutching your nose, trying to not let the gross metallic blood drip onto your nice clean floors. also to keep pressure on it, though it certainly wasn’t making it feel any better.

he sat you down gently on the lid of the toilet seat, both of your hands now cupping around your leaking nose, he settled on grabbing some toilet paper for a quick fix and wrapping it around his calloused hand. He rested on his knees to look up at you and get a better view to clean the blood. yet all you could think about was katsuki bakugo, was fucking kneeling on the ground for you. of course this didn’t even cross his mind in these conditions, all he could think about was the fact he did this, mistake or not, it was him. he tilted ur head back gently, his finger tips resting under your chin. He cleaned the blood spewing from your nose with softness and delicacy as if you were a porcelain doll. It was uncharacteristic of him to be so soft and gentle with you, of course he was a sweetheart to you, and he had his soft touchy moments, but it was still quite early in your relationship and katsuki was always a closed off person. Safe to say you knew he felt fucking awful.

“kats, ‘promise I’m okay, don’t feel bad, ‘ts not y’r fault.” You reassure him with a raspy tone considering ur head was tilted back, your vocal cords pressing closer to the front of your throat. you were still in pain and reassuring him. how could you be telling him it’s okay? reassuring him? he should be reassuring you.

“no no—fuck shhh, don’t say none of that shit..” he grumbles out, still focused on your nose, the bleeding was slowing down to a halt which made him grateful, he gently pulled the tissue away and threw it in the bin, he stood back up; his knees popping, (~~he’d kill you if you brought that up any other time~~.) hand gently caressing and looking at your nose, rough finger tips softly rubbing around and up and down your, now, less bloody nose.

when you look up at him with your big teary eyes and pouty lips, he can feel his heart shatter impossibly further. Once he deems your nose worthy enough to stop being catered to, he looks down at you with a big sad face and caresses the side of your head, cupping it with his big coarse palm, the weak look in his eyes just about broke your own heart into a million tiny pieces. you can’t help but melt into his touch, extending out a hand to carress his face aswell, cupping eachothers cheeks with the harsh cool lighting of the bathroom, the dried up blood still partially down your nose; the color of your skin turning a purpleish-blue around the area.

“kats…” you pout at his sad defeated look. “I’m okay, I promise. It wasn’t even your fault, I jus’ caught you off guard. don’t blame yourself baby..” you attempt to reassure him with a soft gentle tone. katsuki wasn’t used to this, someone being so soft around him, speaking to him in a sweet tone. He couldnt even begin to know what to do. The consistency of your thumb rubbing back and forth softly over his cheek, everything was to much.

“I know—I know but I hurt you baby. me, I did. I never wanted to do that, and I did. I can’t believe myself an-“ you could tell he was going to start a pointless ramble about himself, so u cut him off with a gentle shush, your delicate fingers draping over his lip in a playful manner, a soft smile tugging at your lips. You didn’t wanna hear him say such mean things about himself, especially when it truly isn’t anybody’s fault.

“shhh…katsuki.” he listened. as he always did to you. “don’t beat yourself up over this please..” to him your voice was like honey. sweet and smooth, just the right consistency. “things happen. I’m fine, the pains already getting better,” a small weight lifted off his shoulders as you reassured him the pain was already starting to fade.

“I love you.”

oh. you guys were dating but you’ve never went that far. he feels his heart pick up in speed, freezing, you were starting to worry you made him uncomfortable. why can’t he speak? why can he feel himself sweating? his hands are getting clammy, and he feels like the world is crashing around him.

“…I love you.”

he said it. you didn’t expect him to but he did. you didn’t make a big deal out of it, instead just smiling brightly up at him, your eyes crinkling as it always did, it was truly his favorite sight to see. He would never admit it, but he’s truly down bad for you.

“and I know you’ll still love me even if I’m all bloody and bruised.” you joke with him lightening the mood, he lets out a airy laugh pulling you into his chest gently, tilting your head so your cheek is smooshed against his chest as to be careful of your nose. maybe it’s a good thing katsuki hit you, maybe if he didn’t you wouldn’t of said I love you. maybe he wouldn’t of gotten vulnerable. The terms are silly of course, and it will be a funny story to tell down the line.

maybe katsuki does seriously love you.

“yeah. I will, doll.”

A/N guys I’m shaking before I post this

Howdy do~! I’ve got a fluff/angst scenario in mind: The dorm leaders’ (including Jamil’s) fem! s/o suddenly wakes up screaming in the middle of the night because of a traumatic nightmare of them Overblotting. As she wakes up, she tearfully tells them she’s scared of losing them a second time. How will they comfort her? Please and thanks!

Dorm Leaders + Jamil + MC's Nightmare

Hi! I've really put some thought into this, so it sort of ended up bittersweet and maybe some parts turned out to be more angsty... Please avoid [Vil & Leona's] if you are uncomfortable with self-deprecating thoughts.

Also for clarification, I did not open Anon. The user deactivated, which is why you now see them as anon.

All you could feel was ink around your body. The slimy, dark substance suffocating your being as the inked hand of your beloved snaked to your neck, their face unrecognisable from the corrupting ink.

"You…" He groaned out, his voice scratched and hollow.

"You did this to me…"

You screamed, reaching for your throat. "NO!" You winced, realising you were in your bed at NRC. You looked around the room, tears in your eyes searching for your beloved.

"YN?"

Malleus Draconia

He rushed to you, still half-transformed, his height a little taller and his wings touching the floor. The black wings extended out, its wingspan covering you up as he pulled you out of the covers, wrapping you in his body instead.

"Love… talk to me," The Fae begged, fear rising in his chest as he felt the way you trembled in his arms. He rested his chin to your forehead, his lips pressing to the crown of your head as he inhaled your scent. "Please… YN."

Your body shook to the point the tears rolled down your cheek. You clutched to Malleus' shirt, burying yourself deeper into his chest as your breath hitched. In the moments of silence, Malleus rubbed your shoulders to soothe you as you relaxed into your lover's chest.

You began recalling your nightmare. "I… I saw you in ink."

The one line from your lips brought you to a choked sob, as your hand reached out to cup your beloved's face. You felt his leather-like wings curl up to you, "Malleus… I don't want to lose you again."

The words from you were a thorn in his heart. For many days, he tried to forget his moment of weakness to the ink, but he couldn't imagine the damage that had been done to your psyche, considering that you were the one to deal with him in the first place. From that day forward, he vowed to never lose control ever again, but evidenced by your nightmare, you were concerned about him too.

The Fae pressed his scaled forehead to yours, his bright orbs staring into your tearful ones. Oh, how he wished he could use his magic to kill off those nightmares, but it was impossible since they came from your own thoughts. Your hands instinctively went to cup his jaw, with one of his clawed hands covering your hand and another wrapped around your waist.

"There is not a day that I wish for it to never occur, YN," He told you, his eyes serious about the ordeal. "Your nightmare is only proof that I need to be the strongest magic user in this land, so no harm shall befall to the future bride of the Draconia family." He said with utter resolve.

Overwhelmed with emotion, you began to grow tired once more, slumping against your lover's chest with his wings still wrapped around you. The Fae proceeded to lie on your shared bed, his wings shrinking to accommodate his size.

"There is much I would sacrifice to you," He whispered against your skin. "Anything you tell me not to do will be taken as my own blood oath, so sleep with the assurance that your Tsunotarou won't leave you."

Riddle Rosehearts

It was the first time you saw Riddle's face full of concern. No blooming reds of happiness, nor raging crimson of anger was on his face. Simply worry, and concern that struck him cold. It was a difficult feeling to describe as he saw you sitting there, as if he was on the day of his Overblot again, staring back at your hopeless face.

He slowly approached you, as if not to scare you, before draping his jacket gently over your shoulders. His hands weren't shaking as they reached out to your own, but his heart was. His palm held your own hands, before bending his head lower than yours to kiss it. "YN… Take your time. I'll be here as long as you need me."

With Riddle next to you, your breathing steadied, as you tried to recall what happened. "It was like that day again," You began.

Riddle's blood ran cold. The grief that he caused you, it was unforgivable in his book. His grip tightened, still wary of the way that he hurt you that day. All the efforts you put in to save him… He wasn't sure if there was any other way to repay you for it.

"The ink held you once again," You continued, being careful with your words, knowing just exactly how Riddle might act in this instance. "I was scared. You reached out to me, to harm me, but that wasn't the scariest part."

It was the first words he said with anger. "What do you mean, YN?! Hurting you is my own nightmare, how could you think-"

"What if I lost you again?"

Those words caused him to clam up. He hadn't thought about it, but you both were fools, having a weakness for each other so dearly. You were right, though. You were always right. He knew, if he ever succumbed to the ink with his life, the one to carry the ache the most would be you, as you carried on his memory with a broken heart.

He'd never let that scenario happen.

Riddle Rosehearts swears on it, as the Queen of Hearts.

"To you, YN," He leaned his forehead to your shoulders, his voice low and in a whisper, just loud enough for you to hear him. "To you, the firs rule of the Queen of Hearts will be to never make you shed a tear."

Kalim Al-Asim

Of course Kalim would cause a ruckus, seeing as how he witnessed the blankets and pillows fly off the bed when you woke up from your slumber. Usually, your nights ended with loving cuddles with Kalim, but this time you went to bed alone since one of the Dorm Leader meetings dragged on.

His first course of action was to have you in his arms, pulling you as close to his body as possible. His lips were drawn to you, kissing the tears that so carelessly fall from your eyes. They didn't belong there, he thought, as he kissing away a tear by the corner of your mouth.

The butterfly kisses made you relax into Kalim, slowing your breaths down as you placed your head under Kalim's chin. Your nightgown was patted down by one of Kalim's hands, the warmth on your thighs calming you down.

"There's my desert lotus," He called out to you, feeling your head nudge into his collarbone. "There's no need to speak if you don't want to."

You finally met your gaze to Kalim, your head shaking from side to side. "I promised to never keep secrets from you," You reached for his hand, knowing how much that promise meant to him. "I don't have any plans to break that anytime soon."

He was attentive, silent the entire time as you explained, but there was no denying the silent tears that fell from his cheek. It was horrific in his memory, not being able to reach out to you and only harming you whenever he got closer. There was no denying that the one who was hurt the most was you, yet Kalim wasn't sure how to fix it.

"I couldn't help but think," You hesitated to say your next few words. "What if I can't save you again? What if it was my fault that I lost you-"

His hands reached to grip your shoulders, pulling you into a tight embrace. Not a word was exchanged between you two, as you felt Kalim's tears on your shirt. You let his hold you, as did you. In silence, you held one another, both frightened by the aspect you presented.

Your beloved Kalim met his gaze to you again, his eyes puffy and reddened by his crying. "YN… YN please don't say that," He begged. "I don't want to harm you again, I never want to hurt you…"

"But-"

No retort came from you.

"No, not even the ink, will we be torn apart. It is my vow for life, my desert lotus."

Jamil Viper

He was quick to react, quick to have you in his arms as he cuddled you into his chest. Your body was shaking, your sobs choked with gasps for air as your tears soaked the sheets below you in an uneven pattern, your mind replaying the scene you last saw over and over again in your head.

"Match my breathing, YN."

Jamil's voice snapped you out of your trance, as he guided your head to press gently against his chest. There you felt the soft thump of his heartbeat, a rhythm that sent a wave of calm throughout your body. The gentle heave of his chest against your frantic one slowly matched to each other, soon falling in melody with one another.

Jamil's agile fingers reached the flesh of your cheek, swiping away the hot rivulets of tears that made tracks on your skin. His expression, one that was typically sour or sly in nature, was fearful as the day the ink took him, where he witnessed and felt the backlash of harming you. It was a feeling he was disgusted by, but with the way you looked, it's as if that day occurred again.

"He was in your dreams, wasn't he?" He murmured into your skin, as his head was on your lap. It comforted you as much as it comforted him, besides that, he could look at you much easier.

You nodded, hesitant to explain what that version of Jamil did to you. "He… He told me he was going to come again."

"Like hell he will. Like I'll fall for that ink again."

"Jamil, but what if you do?" Your anxious thoughts ran through you. "How can I be strong for you when I fear for you life?"

"Dammit!" He cursed, his head pressing into your lap. "Damn that ink, YN! If it comes for me again…"

He sat up, his thoughts racing through his head. Your hand reached out to him, clasping to his own. Hand in hand, you both found solace in one another, unsure of what's to come. Jamil himself, he knew that he wouldn't be able to overpower the ink, but what he could do was outsmart it.

"If I ever become a part of that ink again… You'll have to stop loving me to stop me," He said, his tone serious.

"You always think of the impossible, Jamil…" You smiled through your tears.

"I will," He admitted, pressing his lips to yours as if to comfort you. "But, if it means cheating natural law, cheating the ink or cheating death itself, I'll be by your side to prove that I mean it."

Azul Ashengrotto

He noticed it right away, even before you woke up. He was sitting right next to you, a book in his hands, reviewing how his contracts went. Your sudden awakening almost threw him off the bed, but luckily, he held on as best as he could. You didn't immediately burst into tears, noticing that Azul was on the floor. The silly mishaps of readjusting himself and you apologising made you forget what happened just for a moment, until Azul asked you.

"What startled you, Angelfish?"

You shied away, now finding it embarrassing to discuss about the thoughts that haunted you right after such a scenario. "Can we… take a bath?"

He hummed lowly, agreeing to it. The mer-octopus usually intiated taking long baths together to make up for quality time, or simply calm his nerves down being around you and the water. It was not a strange notion for you to initiate it, but it was a rare occurance.

It was one of the moments he was willing to be vulnerable to you. There, in his merform, sharing the tub with you. The bath was not too cold, and you settled in between three of his mutiple tentacles. He kept any notions of shyness away for now, seeing as how your chest heaved with thoughts of panic as you collected yourself.

"I dreamed that it happened to you again," You admitted. There was no use beating around the bush with Azul. He'd eventually find out, but he had no need to, since you promised that you'd be honest with him at all times. You heard a sigh from your boyfriend, finding one of his tentacles starting to wrap around one of your arms, slinking to your wrist.

"It being the Overblot," You continued. The tentacles that held you became tense, but Azul is one that's reluctant to hurt you.

Azul finally opened his mouth. "Did… Did I hurt you?"

You nodded, turning to meet your gaze to your Azul, who's expression winced, and one that began to flood with regret as you told him. His sky blue eyes clouded over, as he tried to find the words to say. "Where did I touch you?"

Your hands ran over your naked skin, before taking one of his tentacles to touch the base of your neck. A choked sob came from Azul, his tears clouding his vision as he whispered his sorries, curling away his tentacles but you kept them in place. "Azul… I trust you. Touch me, it's alright."

He did as you said. "The trust Angelfish… it's the very kind that saved me."

Idia Shroud

He was prone to late night gaming, but this was the first time he abandoned his online game. Luckily, no one else was playing with him, so it was easy for his to abandon it. Of course he was unsure how to comfort you, he was frightened that he'd scare you even more. Calling out your name wasn't as effective as he thought the first time around, so he called it once more, his pale hands touching yours instead.

The warmth of his hair evaporated any hot tears that dared to trickle down, leaving the tracks that they once tread. What Idia didn't expect was to have his loved one tackle him to the bed, both falling to the mattress with a thump. Thank goodness he requested for the best sheets, otherwise he'd be much more worried about how you injured yourself.

He said nothing, as he felt his cheeks bloom pink with how willing you cuddled into his chest. Of course he was curious about what you went through, but he more so was curious what brought such an affectionate self out of you.

"You're here…" You mumbled, taking in the scent of Idia's jacket, holding him tighter. "Oh thank Great Seven you're still here Idia…"

His hands reached to pat your head. "I… I was still playing my game YN. I never left," He said, his confusion growing further. Now to him, this was puzzling. You were someone who always smiled at him, so for you to break down in tears was already a big concern. Unless…

He was sharp enough to know what came out of your nightmare. "Was it my Overblot?"

The nod from you that ruffled his shirt was all it took.

"I promised you that I'd never think of using the ink," He reconfirmed it with you. "That time was the first and last of it."

He listened to what you had to say, your fear of losing him again and your fear of the backlash he'd face once again in the aftermath of the Overblot. Your fear of him loosing his sanity, your fear of not being able to see him again… he almost felt guilty that your fear was caused by him.

"Maybe if it were only the two of us…" He thought aloud. "With Ortho… Then that stupid ink won't ruin everything."

"Idia, you-"

He cut you off once more. "But my parents might be worried if I bring you back just like this, so… marry me YN. You can live with me, away from everyone."

Leona Kingscholar

Having just returned from practice, of course he thought that someone came in and attacked. He ran up to you, checking for injuries. Upon inspection, the only injuries he could trace was to your psyche itself, as you clung to Leona in fear for the nightmare coming true.

He let you nuzzle against him, only having to use one hand to lift you close to him as you hung onto him tight, arms around his neck as he arranged the pillows and blankets in a circle, tossing a few of his strewn about clothes onto the mess. Despite your tight grip to his neck, it was easy for someone like him to toss you to the bed, in the impromptu nest that he made with you in the middle.

You sat upright, taking in the new surrounding slowly as Leona crept up to you, his body curling as he rested against the mattress. As if it was upon instinct, you followed suit, curling up to Leona as your lion rested with you in the nest he made.

Of course he wasn't going to touch you in that sort of way. His makeshift nest was meant to be comforting, and at least it brought down your breathing levels to normal. Your hyperventilating stopped, as you looked up at your lion, who was deftly wiping away tears from your cheek with his other arm supporting his head to look down on you.

He hummed as you reached a hand to him, rubbing one of his ears, causing your lion to purr for you. It was a gentle rumble of a purr, but the sounds steadied your beating heart. You let Leona play with your hair, as you began the entire tale.

"I saw you join hands with the ink again," You started. It was just the beginning, but Leona felt his hairs stand up. If anything, he wished to erase that moment from ever occurring. His feelings from that event, he wasn't sure if they were truly gone, but somehow you made it all better.

"It was you in an Overblot, and I couldn't do anything to stop you," You continued, gripping the sheets tighter. "What… what if it really happens again Leona? What if you can't come back to me?"

He hated it. He hated how logical you were in these moments. He huffed, almost in a growl, pushing you into the bed as he further soothed you. "Don't think about it Herbivore. Can't dream about it if I'm here."

You gave in, slowly but surely falling into slumber again, your chest rising and falling as Leona adjusted your sleeping position. In his heart, Leona never knew what to say to you, because you were always right. His feelings of inferiority never went away, instead kept buried deep inside as his care for you took over. It was for the second time in his life, Leona felt hopeless.

He pulled you into his chest, before looking at the sky above from the window in his room.

"Great Seven, I pray you don't take me away from her. I pray that my love for her trumps all my reckless thoughts…"

Vil Schoenheit

He was utterly horrified, the scream causing him to drop his eyebrow pencil. Seeing that it was you jolting from a nightmare, he left his vanity, hurrying to tie his robe as he took a good look at you. He kicked off his slippers, sitting next to you on the bed, holding your hand in his.

"Oh, oh…" He muttered, taking a good look at you, wiping away your tears with his handkerchief. "My darling's scared…"

"Vil," You cried out, your voice cracking as you remembered the nightmare of him. The way he cared for you, was almost the same way his Overblot self did. Your reaction to it was completely different however, as in the nightmare you remembered the feeling of wanting to puke as the Overblot version of Vil cooed over you.

Your own Vil soothe your worries, as a garden with the sweet scent of his perfume, and the gentle touch of his fingers to yours. His voice itself was a melody that healed your ears from the screeching nightmare, as you felt his embrace.

He stopped wiping your tears the moment you calmed down. He kept it away, shifting his full weight on the bed to meet you face to face. One hand clutched the middle of his robe, as the other hand rubbed circles into your hand, his face full of concern.

"Will you tell me what's wrong, darling?"

You weren't sure to tell the truth to him.

Vil was someone you knew that hated that version of him. You've seen the way he tore himself apart because of it. It was not a thing you could bring up so easily around Vil, because for as much as the nightmare hurt you in your dreams, you were unsure if you could bring yourself to hurt Vil in reality.

Your silence only enhanced the worry from your boyfriend, as he thought the nightmare caught you in a trance once again. He rushed out of the bed, to get the tea that he steeped for his own consumption. Your hands shook as you accepted the cup, taking a sip.

He asked again, and was met with your refusal. Sitting next to you on the bed, he could only give you his soft smile as he helped you take a drink of the tea.

"I'll wait until you're ready, my sweet potato," He said, smiling after pecking your cheek. "For now, rest with me, love."

I love the vibe Zhongli gives off