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3 am.

🔞🔞**CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 21+**🔞🔞

⭑ pairing: Takashi Mitsuya x f!reader ⭑ word count: 2.5K

⭑ cw/tw: reassurance, forehead kiss, sleepy kisses, comfort, fluff, domestic fluff, whispers, makeup, suggestive (kind of), anxiety, overworking, staying up late, aged up character

⭑ Beta'd by @kennyb0y and @portfolio-of-dreams ♡♡

There was a steady rhythm thumping through the headphones in your ears that effectively drowned out the world around you. The soft chirping of the crickets through the window screen you left cracked open for some air and the hum of your laptop fan was only audible in the 5 second silence between songs. Completely engrossed in the words you were typing on the screen before you, the bright white light was the only thing illuminating you or any other part of the room you were in. A deep bass that vibrated through your eardrums and had you unconsciously bobbing your head to the pace it set. Nights like these when you were lost to the music and the flow of your fingers across the keyboard were starting to become more and more frequent. Occasionally your nails would tap on the wooden desk you sat at, trying to retrace the trail of thoughts that briefly lost its path.

Should you have gone to bed hours ago when your boyfriend offered? Probably. Sleep hadn’t sunk its fangs into you just yet and that ever growing to-do list sitting on the corner of the desk wasn’t going to complete itself.

With your current project on full display on the monitor, you didn’t get the chance to see just how late it was. Your eyes darted back and forth between the screen and down to your notebook where you continued to scribble new notes or adjustments as they came to you.

“It’s 3 AM…”

You weren’t sure what surprised you more, your left headphone being plucked out of your ear or the low timbre of your boyfriend’s voice rumbling next to your ear. Either way, your body jerked in response, your right hand that had dropped the pen you were just holding coming to rest over the spot where your heart pounded rapidly. The shrill guitar solo of the song you were listening to was distant where his fingers held the earbud away from you.

“You scared me, Taka.” Was all you responded with.

All you really could do at the moment was exhale in relief that it wasn’t some burglar or anything. Of course, if you really thought about it, a burglar probably wouldn’t take your headphone out of your ear and alert you of their presence like this.

“It’s 3 o'clock in the morning, love.”

His voice was so soft, still heavy with sleep as if something had woken him and compelled him to find you. Though you heard his words as clear as day, your brain took longer than it should have to fully process what was said. Mitsuya chuckled watching the tension in your jaw loosen and your eyes widen slightly in shock as you scrambled to minimize the window you had pulled up to finally look at your clock. He knew that the endless deadlines had started to weigh on your mind, haunting you the closer they got.

“Huh…”

Takashi raised an eyebrow at you, but you merely slumped back in your chair. Eyebrows furrowed together in thought and your bottom lip poked out in a small pout.

“Didn’t realize the time.” You mumbled more to yourself than to him.

Eyes focused on the flashing cursor on the document you had minimized down to a windowed screen. It sat exactly where you left it, in a box halfway down the document you were reviewing for work. A sudden cold chill ran down your spine forcing your shoulders to jerk up in a shrugging motion during the split-second sensation that you knew had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with your once calm nerves beginning to fray at the end. The edges of panic creeping into your mind once more now that your focus has been thrown off.

“Gimme another hour before I come to bed, ‘kay?”

Keeping your eyes on the computer in front of you, you straighten your posture and reach out with your free hand for the earbud he had so rudely taken from you. He held it just far enough away that it threatened to pull the other earbud from you too as you leaned over until you felt like you would fall out of your chair. It made you grimace at him, the corners of your eyes pricking with the threat of tears when you stifled back a yawn.

“Give it back.”

The combination of fatigue suddenly starting to wrap its hands around your throat and the stubbornness of your partner’s actions at this moment had irritation seeping into your veins. You could feel the weight on your chest pushing further down on you as if it was trying to crush you. The panic and mental exhaustion you had been trying to push away for weeks came back full force to slap you across the face when he finally handed back the little earpiece. Something that flickered across your face had Mitsuya crouching down so he was at eye level with you.

“Love.”

The low rumble of his sleep-laden voice and the hooded look he gave you put you at unease. What was he seeing when his soft lavender eyes looked at you? Did he see the exhaustion finally taking hold of you after weeks of pushing it back? Did he notice your silent plea for help that your pride forced you to swallow with your dismissive smiles and soft words of assurance that you were fine?

“Did this get bigger since yesterday?” His question pulled your thoughts from their spinning track of anxiety. Looking over at the small notebook you always kept with you to mark off the things you had accomplished and what had yet to be accomplished. Little activities that demanded your attention with deadlines written down for some of them. “Yeah, it did…Shit, how many things do you have left to do?”

That was it. That was the question that broke through the cracks in your wall. You hated the single choked sob that escaped you. Hated the tears you could no longer hold back. Your cheeks now wet with the salty liquid steadily streaming from your eyes. That stupid little paper with every stupid little task you needed to get done written in black ink. Perfectly written in your best handwriting that pleased your hamster brain with its small, simple strokes. It was your main method of staying organized, giving you a strong sense of accomplishment every time you could cross an item off with your red pen. Normally when you make a new list for the month you could get through it within the week. You were no stranger to adding to it, of course, but this month had hit you with so many deadlines and activities that you felt like you were barely holding on by a thread these days. There was something about the way Takashi’s eyebrows furrowed together as he looked over the remaining items on your neatly made paper that compelled you to rip the single headphone from your ear and toss it to the table in front of you in frustration.

“Don’t worry about it, Taka.” You muttered in defeat.

It was borderline painful to let the haunting words of your parents come back now.

‘Lazy!’

‘You’ll never accomplish anything like this.’

‘Why can’t you just do what needs to be done?’

Failure. That was the word. You couldn’t finish your list on time, not for lack of trying, and the crushing feeling of disappointment and failure was burning through your lungs. Scraping at your throat and preventing you from speaking the words that you wanted to say. Stopping you from asking for the help you desperately needed.

Standing up from your chair, you didn’t look at where he was still crouched next to you. Eyes pinned on the door instead. “Let’s just go to bed and I’ll finish it tomorrow.”

The quiet rustling of his sweatpants when he stood up was the only indication you got of his movement. “Do you need help?” There was a lump in your throat, choking you, keeping you from replying. So you shook your head, your pride too strong to give the answer you wanted anyways. “Do you want my help?”

“I wanna go to bed…” You winced at the crack in your voice when you spoke.

You just needed to move. One step. Two.

Takashi’s fingers wrapped around your wrist, stopping you. Still, you didn’t turn to look at him. You didn’t need to look to know that he was looking at you with concern. His soft lips parted slightly, ready to speak even when he didn’t know yet what to say. Sleep was probably the last thing on his mind right now with his thoughts racing, trying to figure out how to help you.

Help.

“You don’t have to do this alone, beautiful.” You were pulled back towards him, turning on your heel so you didn’t fall, but you still stumbled into him. Chest to chest with him with your cheeks burning red from embarrassment. “I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”

“I don’t need help.” The response came out of you like a knee-jerk reaction. Your words were a bit crueler than you intended them to be.

He only raised an amused eyebrow at you. “I saw the list. You need a little help.”

His chuckle made your jaw clench. Venom swimming in your veins ready to come out. Did he think it was funny to look down at you? He probably thought you couldn’t do it either. Why-

“My stubborn, stubborn girl…” You barely heard him with his voice so gentle, but his lips on your forehead quelled the darker thoughts for the moment. “Let me help you.”

Stubbornly you shook your head again. Takashi only brought his hand up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking the apple of your cheek with such care. As if he were handling a porcelain doll with hairline cracks hidden just under the surface.

“I got some free time, let me help you.”

“I can do it.” You whispered.

“I know you can, but it doesn’t mean you should.”

Before you could say another word, he leaned down to slot his mouth against yours. Your responding hum was immediate from the action. Eyes fluttering shut while his lips molded with yours, moving in sync and parting with the slightest push of his tongue against them. It was futile to attempt any form of dominance with this man, but you were stubborn to a fault, and you’d be damned if you didn’t give him some form of pushback. It was one of the many things he loved about you, after all. Your tongue battled his for dominance, only needing the pressure of his hand that had held your wrist to make its way behind you push against the small of your back with just enough pressure to have you arching into him.

Seconds turned to minutes that turned to hours, so it seemed. Just you and him in the middle of your office space that was once drowned out by the dark clouds of your anxiety and fear. Now filled with warmth and peace. Security. A sort of haze filled your mind, the smell of his deodorant and shampoo overwhelmed your senses. He pulled back from you, eyes locked on the string of saliva that still connected you two until you swiped your tongue along your bottom lip to disconnect it.

“I can help you.”

“I know.”

He chuckled, a bit more audible now that he was a bit more awake. “Are you going to let me?”

“Do I have a choice?” You cocked your head to the side with mock curiosity. You knew Takashi, which means that you knew the answer to this already.

It was his turn to shake his head now. “No.” He let out a deep sigh. “We’ll tackle this in the morning though.”

“It’s already morning, Taka.” You quipped.

That made him roll his eyes. “Later in the morning. After you’ve gotten some actual sleep.”

“But-”

Another kiss pressed to your lips, this time to silence you.

“Don’t be a brat.” He murmured against your lips.

A smile tugged on the corner of your lips, but you didn’t argue this time. This time when he pulled away, he didn’t go far. Forehead pressed to yours with his eyes still closed. The comfort of his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. It was something you didn’t know that you had needed all this time. Fatigue crashed into you immediately when he loosened his hold on you. The clock was usually striking 5 AM when you would make your way to bed to then wake up an hour later. There was no fight left in you as he led you to the bedroom, helping you out of your jeans while pressing open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck. Tongue darting out to lick over the spots he would nip at to soothe the sharp sting from his teeth. Your breathing became shallow the lower he got, kicking off your pants where they pooled at your ankles. This desire that made your stomach curl only grew the lower he traveled. The calloused pads of his fingers graze up the sides of your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Let’s get to bed.” He smirked against the apex of your neck, leaving one more chaste kiss before pulling away. “’M tired.”

“You’re an asshole, is what you are.”

You tried to stifle a yawn, but he still caught it, opting to not say anything before climbing into bed. For a moment it felt like all you could do was stare in shock at him, lying comfortably in bed with an arm behind his head. He was waiting for you, and that knowledge was enough to have you crawling into the comfort of your shared bed with him. He only hummed in acknowledgment, pulling the covers over you both before comfortably pulling you into his arms, head resting on top of yours.

All was quiet for the moment. No crickets, no computer fans, no racing thoughts. Just peace and silence. The peace you had craved so desperately lately.

After a few minutes of silence, Mitsuya shifted his head down to kiss your cheek. Nudging your chin with his index finger to make you look up and catch his lips with yours in slow, lazy kisses. Soft sighs and sleepy giggles between kisses; whispered "I love you"s that were never spoken aloud but portrayed through subtle actions. An arm around your waist to keep you against him. The two of you sharing the same small smile with each other before settling yourselves back to let sleep take you under.

“What’s on your mind, pretty?”

Your eyes were already heavy from the surrounding peace stripping you of the adrenaline that kept you moving. Your muddled mind was already struggling to process his words.

“Nothin’.” You weren’t lying either. All that was on your mind was finally getting to relax with your partner. When was the last time you had laid with him like this?

“You sure?” Something about his gravelly voice whispering low above you filled you with a comfortable warmth. “If you wanna talk-”

“I think I want to sleep now.” You breathed in his scent, letting it lull you further into the promise of a dreamless slumber. “’S 3 o'clock in the morning.”

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