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so.... hear me out...... what if i'm just the angst guy...? ya'll like that idea? i mean not full angst it'll be hurt comfort but...... i'm so bad at writing fluff please ive been struggling.

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oops.... i fell off the face of the earth... new stuff coming soon i promise

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alright, i know i said kunikida fluff soon, but my kuroo brainrot had been 𝘢𝘸𝘧𝘶𝘭 so that's what y'all are gettin. either later today or tomorrow.

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𝒘𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚- 𝑏𝑎𝑗𝑖 𝑘𝑒𝑖𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑒

hi hi! as promised, here we have baji angst. this one ended up being longer than i intended, but i really like how it came out.

warnings: major character death, blood mention, and ofc, some cursing.

word count: 2.1k.... i had a lotta fun writing this..

notes: um... i'm sorry? i have some kunikida fluff planned as an apology, i promise. grab some tissues and water. enjoy~!

this was never supposed to happen. it wasn’t supposed to end like this. he.. he was supposed to make it out of this alive. not laying across chifuyu’s now bloody lap. the blonde held baji close to his chest, whispering countless apologies to the deceased in his arms. even hours after the fight, once everyone had left, he sat on the ground, trembling as tears streamed down his heated face. his world crumbled around him with each passing second, using this time to commit baji’s face to memory. that stupid half smile plastered across his pale, cold lips still lives in the back of chifuyu’s mind. their last conversation carved into his memory, every ache and pain he’d felt earlier now forgotten. the only thing snapping him out of his trance was his phone. how long had it been ringing for…? without looking at who was calling, he answered without hesitation, voice hoarse and tired.

“what?” “jeez, ‘fuyu. what crawled up your ass? is everything okay? i haven't heard anything from you guys since the fight started.” y/n…. shit! how was he going to explain to y/n? fresh tears stung the corners of his eyes, holding back a sob while his teeth scraped across his bottom lip.

“...chifuyu?”

and just like that his resolve cracked. hot tears burned their way down his face again, wetting the same stop at the top of baji’s head as broken sobs pushed out of his sore lungs. he whimpered.

“bubs? hey, can i talk to baji? i don’t know what happened but, maybe if he can tell me wha-”

“you can’t.”

“what do you mean i can’t? is he okay?”

“he’s fucking dead.”

the other end went silent, then he heard a slow exhale, an attempt to mask their shaky voice.

“where are you?”

“some… construction site. or an old junkyard? i don’t know.. i just followed everyone here. i can have draken send you the name.”

“okay… i’ll see you soon then.. just don’t move, okay?”

how could he move? how could he just leave keisuke alone after everything? they were inseparable since that day in middle school. chifuyu could still see those round glasses baji wore with his hair up. almost their entire friendship ran across his vision at light speed. every memory, every conversation, every glance they shared. and it was gone within a blink of an eye.

he didn’t know how long he’d been sitting there, but he knew his limbs had grown stiff not too long ago. too afraid to move for the sake of baji, if he moved that would mean he would be just letting his best friend go. he couldn’t do that. he could barely even handle the thought of never seeing him again. baji’s voice would never pull him back down to earth when he got too wrapped up in his own thoughts. his laugh would never fill the silence of the air again. he was… really gone. chifuyu didn’t want to believe it, but he knew if he didn’t, that would only make matters worse for himself. a string of quiet curses left his mouth. if only he’d kept an eye on the brunette. if only he’d-

“chifuyu! hey, you with me, bubs?”

how long had y/n been standing there? no, no they were kneeling across from him, hand raised in front of his face, like they’d been waving.

“huh…?”

his brain was a mess at this point, racing with every situation that could have prevented this outcome, but within the same breath, he could barely build a coherent thought. everything meshed together in a confusing mix of both anger and grief. he didn’t know what to say to y/n, but then again. what was there to say? they knew this fight wasn’t going to end well, regardless of who baji was fighting for. the fog in chifuyu’s mind started to clear when he heard baji’s name repeated through tears. green eyes settled on their figure, hunched over and cradling their boy’s face in their hands.

“keisuke… baby, i’m.. i’m so sorry. i told you not to fight… i begged you to stay home but…you never listen to me.”

the blonde felt his heart break all over again, seeing the pair flooded his already clouded mind with more memories of the three of them. late nights hollering through the city, each body covered with a toman jacket. though y/n wasn’t a member of the gang, everyone knew them, and everyone knew how much they meant to baji. come hell or highwater, he would’ve done anything for y/n. now that was chifuyu’s job. making sure even after this they reminded under the safety of toman. finally he spoke, hand reaching out to grab their wrist.

“he was fighting for you, ya know.”

their expression became unreadable to him. their eyes were always filled with such an indescribable love whenever they met baji’s, but now, it was something much darker.

“i already.. i already miss him..”

his expression softened, eyes moving from baji’s pale face to y/n’s. their watery eyes met his, and they knew the same thought passed through chifuyu’s head.

“but i don’t wanna leave him…”

“i know, y/n.. i know. but i think if we stay any longer we’ll get caught…”

they only nod, an unsteady hand slowly extending out to brush a tuft of dark hair away from baji’s face. the pair stood slowly, almost like they were waiting for him to open his eyes and laugh. admit it was just a prank to see how long he could keep the act up. but with the heavy smell of blood in the air, they knew that wasn’t going to happen.

neither of them remember how they ended up in a soba place. baji’s favorite soba place to be exact. neither of them remember washing their hands clean of the brown dried blood that caked over the skin. but there they sat, both with blank expressions and tears stains sitting on their cheeks. a waitress brought glasses of water to the table, but never returned after seeing the emotionless eyes the pair held. they sat almost completely silent, not looking at anything in particular, until y/n cleared their throat.

“so… what now, ‘fuyu?”

“what do you mean?”

“what are we supposed to do without him?”

there it was. the question bouncing around both their heads since it happened. what were they supposed to do? no one thought they’d ever be in this situation. much less baji’s best friend and partner. chifuyu leaned forward, his hands lacing together while his forearms moved to rest on the wooden table in front of him. the two of them made a plan right then and there. first, they had to tell his family. more importantly his mother. that poor woman. he was always terrified of her, although she wanted the best for him. they fought day in and day out about his activity in gangs. and y/n and chifuyu were always right there at the end of it, comforting him and reassuring him. they probably shouldn’t have, looking back at it now. had they taken her side at that point, things may have turned out different for the trio. but that just meant it would’ve been some other unlucky son of a bitch and an even worse off mother. with everything set, the two felt more at ease, like they had just taken their first breath of fresh air in months, years even. chifuyu left whatever change he had in his pocket on the now abandoned table, both of their heads hanging low as they exited the building. .

the sunny day from mere hours ago turned dark. not just from the loss, but from the deep gray clouds that littered the sky, and then, not a minute later did the first couple drops of rain patter against the pavement under their shoes. followed by a downpour. the blonde, of course, found cover under an overhang attached to some random building they were walking by. but y/n? they stood completely still, head tilted up, raindrops landing on every inch of their face. eventually they lost track of how different the rain felt from the fresh tears carving rivers into their cheeks. they sunk to their knees, palms resting on the wet ground while ugly sobs pushed out of their lungs. chifuyu mastsuno had never seen true grief until that day. all he would do was watch with the same feeling of agony, dull green eyes trained on y/n’s gasping figure. they’d moved a bit, now sitting right in the middle of the sidewalk, knees pulled tightly against their chest as their face hid away between them. he could see them taking in large gulps of air, biting back his own tears now. he knew there was nothing he could do. he had no sympathetic words to offer, no reassurance. nothing.

as seconds ticked into minutes, and minutes to hours, y/n had calmed down, along with the rain. breathing evenly as their back laid flat against the sidewalk, arms outstretched on either side of their silhoutte. chifuyu slowly approached them, crouching down to be closer to them, but they didn’t seem to notice, their eyes closed, yet they knew he was there. the downpour from before had shifted to nothing more than a light sprinkle now. their hand moved to pat the wet ground, giggling deliriously at the light splash.

“come lay with me, ‘fuyu.”

“…okay.”

although he wouldn’t usually find himself in the position, there he was, water soaking into the back of his black jacket as he stared up at the dark sky. street lights started to flicker on around the two, blanketing their surrounds in a hazey yellow hue. y/n’s gaze moved from the sky back down to the male next to them, wearing an odd kind of grin.

“we’ll be okay without him, right?”

this question was bound to see the light of day at some point, and without hesitation, chifuyu’s answer followed.

“it’s gonna suck for a really long time but… yeah. i think we’ll be alright.”

instead of saying anything in return, their head turned to look back up at the glowing stars beginning to peek through the thick layer of clouds. their smile faltered a bit at first, using the wet sleeve of baji’s toman jacket, trying to dry the stray tears slowly dripping down their face. after another moment, they pulled in a deep breath, exhaling that same breath just as slow and standing.

“i think i’m gonna catch a cold if i stay out any longer.”

they laughed a bit, looking down at the blonde with an extended hand. he took it, hoisting himself up quickly.

“well.. you’re already cold so.. wanna go for a run? our park is right down the street.”

“i’ll agree, but with one condition.”

there they were. chifuyu couldn’t help the small smile that started to creep onto his face. he already knew what they were going to say, but, for the sake of them, he played along.

“and what would that condition be, my dear friend.”

and the routine followed just as smoothly, within a moment, y/n was sprinting down the sidewalk, hands cupped around their mouth as they let out a shrill scream.

“we do it for baji keisuke!”

and his actions started to mimic theirs, lungs filling to return the yell.

“we do it for baji keisuke!”

he was able to catch up to y/n quickly, both of them filling the cool air with their own declarations, running circles around the park, looping through the playground, covering their legs in mud. the two only stopped to catch their breath, chifuyu standing at the top of a slide and y/n doubled over a swing. once a few moments of silence had passed between them, y/n stood up straight, hands on their hips as they gazed over at blonde.

“i think we’re gonna be okay.”

“yeah.. me too. but why the sudden realization?”

this made them think for a moment, taking wobbly steps from the swing set to stand at the bottom of the slide.

“to be honest.. i don’t know but.. what i do know is that he wouldn’t want us to mope around forever. so we didn’t. and we won’t”

chifuyu knew they were right, a nod being his response to their statement before he sat himself down and let gravity work it’s magic. one he was back on his feet, his eyes met y/n’s, offering his hand out.

“c’mon. you gotta get home. i don’t wanna hear you complain about being sick for the next week.”

they only laughed, cold fingers slotting between his as they walked in the direction of y/n’s house.

yeah.... those two were gonna be alright.

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hiya.. baji angst incoming most likely tomorrow. it's looking like it's gonna be kinda long so... strap in folks its gonna be fun

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𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆- 𝑘𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑖 𝑏𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜𝑢

round two, let's go !

warnings: blood mentions, and cursing, but that's about it.

notes: this katsuki bakugou is the king of dragons, i've had the absoulte worst brainrot for this over the past couple days so, wrote this and prayed it would help... it didn't but, it was worth a shot. words: 1.5k

enjoy !

battle was always… tricky for katsuki. on one hand, he loved it. he was well trained by both parents. yet on the other, there was this feeling. he couldn’t even begin to explain it. but there it sat in the pit of his stomach once again, like an itch he couldn’t scratch. everyone told him to ignore it, push it down, use it as fuel for the fire that burned in his deep ruby eyes. he couldn’t stop the grimace that steadily built its way across his face as his falcata plunged into another torso.

he’d never get used to the sound of destruction he left in his wake, his army crying out with each savage movement. they wanted him to keep going, so he must. reclaim the lands that were once theirs, and kill anyone that stood his way. his leg raised to kick the poor bastard off his sword, the urge to gag settling on the back of his tongue. the scent of blood hung over his head as it trailed down his arm, sticky and dark, yet his eyes still moved to find the next extra to drive his sword through.

an unfamiliar wail rang in his ears. it sounded inhuman, and so angry. defeated almost. he couldn’t get distracted now, taking a few steps through the blood soaked grass under his boots, then he heard it again… what the fuck?

“this is what your king wants, isn’t it? for your useless race to die along with the rest of your villages.”

how had that elf gotten past him? his body tensed, feet stabling under him, sword raised and ready for impact. without so much as another breath, he darted through the crowd, threading between other pairs fighting, until he felt a crack. katsuki looked through his lashes, evil smirk plastered across his lips while a disheartened chuckle passed them.

“the last thing i want is for my people to die by the hands of you scum.”

by its own will, his wrist twisted, a nasty sound coming from the man he’d just impaled on his blade. a calloused hand pushed him away, then without looking, the same hand extended out to who he’d just saved. they pushed it away, and that caught his attention. his gaze moved to meet theirs, one brow raising while he looked over their smaller figure.

“i didn’t need your help. i had it under control.”

“alright, whatever. next time i won’t save your ass then.”

within a blink of bright red eyes, he was the one looking up, cold metal pressed across his neck.

“good, last thing i need is your help.”

his hands came to rest on either side of his head, palms up in surrender while he studied their face. he’d never seen them within the kingdom. maybe they were a villager? it didn’t really matter… they were beautiful. the king, of course, couldn’t believe in love at first sight. after he took home this win, he was to be married to a fae princess. everyone knew that, so why did it feel like his heart had completely stopped? clean air scrubbed away at his lungs as they drew in a deep breath.wait, did they say something…?

“ya gonna get up, king? or are you gonna keep giving me that weird look?”

shit! they were already on their feet, now extending out a hand of their own, much smaller than his. it was kinda cute… no! no, no, no. not cute.. um.. so what was it then? he brushed himself off once he was standing, his fingers twitching. is he nervous? no, he couldn’t be. the king of dragons doesn’t get nervous from a simple glance. they cleared their throat, pulling him from his internal monologue of confusion. within that moment, y/n’s own face began to heat at the feeling of king katsuki’s hand still wrapped around theirs. the skin felt soft against his own, dried blood and a lifetime of training coated his hand like a blanket. y/n could almost feel the weight of an entire kingdom within it, a sense of pride filling their chest as they examined the king again.

“thanks for saving me… i guess. don’t let that go to your already inflated ego though.”

katsuki could only laugh, shaking his head and, regretfully, pulling his hand from their grasp.

“yeah, yeah. maybe watch yourself and i won’t have to come rescue you again.”

“you make it sound like i was a damsel in distress.”

“well… ow-!”

They landed a swift hit to the crown of his head, looking up at him with a confusing expression. katsuki couldn’t read it at first, there was a mix of both anger and half of a smile written across their face.

“didn’t i tell you to not let that go to your head, you oaf.”

“yeah, you did. but last time i checked. i’m the king, and you’re the smallest warrior in this battle.”

a pair of arms moved to cross over their chest, while a pout, clear as day, sat across their lips. that was it. katsuki could feel a smile tug at the corners of his own lips, attempting to stifle a laugh, but failing miserably. they wanted to land another smack, however, if they did, that would only give the king another reason to laugh.

“what's so funny, your highness?”

the title brought him back down to earth, the light hearted expression now becoming no more than a dream to the pair.

“we gotta war to win… i’ll see you out there.”

their head turned, eyes narrowing as they scanned across the horizon, katsuki’s hand extending out to rest against their exposed shoulder.

“fight with me.”

“what?!”

with the most dumbfounded expression they could muster, their eyes moved to look over the king in front of them, instead of the dwindling battle.

“what? want me to repeat it? i don’t want anymore of my people to get hurt, and it looks like you’ve fought hard already.”

“so you want me, a complete stranger, to fight by your side?”

he only nodded, his own gaze now moving to examine the ongoing fight. maybe this was a terrible idea. the worst he’d ever come up with. but right now the only thing that mattered to him was keeping his people safe, and y/n was one of them. instead of disregarding his request, they stood beside him, readying their own weapon.

“i don’t think i ever got your name.”

“yeah, you can get it after we win. sound fair?”

he looked over them again, a sly smile sitting across his face while he gave a short nod.

“better make sure we win then. let’s go.”

he sped off without a second thought, roaring with nothing but excitement now. the itch had been scratched. he wouldn’t have to explain why battle was so tough for him anymore. he’d found his reason for fighting. a partner. y/n watched him run off with a sort of amazement coursing through them. maybe the king wasn’t as bad as everyone said he was. sure, he seemed kinda dumb but it was almost endearing.

the pair fought seamlessly, covering for each other when needed, taking turns on ending strikes. they stayed side by side until the end, and katsuki caught himself staring in awe more than once. there was something soothing about having a partner out there. someone to share a win with, someone to trust. by the gods, it’s been so long since he’s found someone he could trust in a fight. this was something he could get used to it. now. the king wasn't supposed to get attached to someone he just met, much less someone he’d most likely never see again. but they did meet again. plenty of times after that.

after a month of what seemed like endless fighting, the elfan people finally gave up, pathetically waving a white flag in figure eights. katsuki’s army stood behind him, raising their weapons in victory, jumping and dancing like the barbarians they truly were, and one again caught his attention. his shorter battle partner sprinted towards him, wrapping him in a tight hug, weapon now lying idle on the ground beside them. the two stayed like that for what seemed like years, holding each other and basking in the glory of the sucess they’ll be taking home. he felt something whispered into his skin, eyebrows knitting a story of confusion, slowly pulling away from the smaller figure in his hold.

“sorry.. what was that?”

“y/n. that’s my name.”

he stood completely dumbfounded, all this time, they’d been joined at the hip. throughout long grueling days and cold nights, they’d been at each other’s sides. and yet, king katsuki was just getting their name.

“you always have this dumb look on your face. you understand how introductions work, right?”

“yeah.. of course i do. ours was just different, that's all.”

“just don’t forget who covered you out there. i’m going back home.”

his head nodded slowly, offering them a smile in return. and that was it, they turned on their heel and walked in the opposite direction while hoards of warriors within the dragon kingdom celebrated around him. it only took a moment for that devilish smirk to spread across his lips, following behind them, and leaving his more than tired army behind...and he never met that fae princes, either, for the record.

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𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐- 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑦𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑖

first piece ! this one has a massive tw

reader tries to unalive themselves, vomit mention, cursing as well, but its touya so do we expect anything else

1.9k words all together, and there's an alt ending too hahah.

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it wasn’t always like this. touya started to notice his partner’s downward spiral pretty quickly. he didn’t want to admit he was worried. he couldn’t show anyone he was worried. even them. but he couldn’t ignore the pure panic starting to build in his chest. it sat on his chest like a white rage, making his limbs tremble a bit.

they're fine. If they needed something, I would’ve been there.

he began to repeat this like a mantra, a deep breath pulled in every so often to hopefully shake off whatever this was. was this a panic attack? last time he’d had one, he stood in front of his father, pulling out fistfuls of hair with his small and already scarring hands. no. it’s not that. then what is it?

“hey, bacon bitch. we have to go over the mission for tomorrow. will you go find l/n?”

shigaraki. with a sigh, touya’s arms uncrossed from his chest, and he nodded before making his way back into the base. the walk from the bar to their shared room wasn’t long at all, yet the door was closed.

that’s weird, they usually keep the door open.

a swift knock replaced the silence in the air, the odd feeling in touya’s chest dropping to his stomach as no answer came. again, he knocked on the bedroom door, a bit more urgency within his movements now.

“babe? are you in there? shiggy called a meeting.”

Nothing.

“y/n?”

silence. his breathing became heavy, taking in large gulps of air to fill the sudden emptiness he felt. his head shook and a stapled hand around the door knob, his wrist tilting to turn it.

he was half expecting to see his significant other asleep, but the bed was empty, and felt cold against the palm of his hand. bright blue eyes scanned across the bedroom, falling on the open closet, a few articles of clothing laying on the floor in front of it. it was like someone had looked through their belongings. it may explain the closed door. one of the members had come in to snoop, probably toga. no, that wasn’t it either. toga would’ve mentioned something she’d found on her hunt. upon further inspection of the pile of clothes that had been looked through, it seemed like there was something missing. a small box, maybe? if it was something like that, touya had never seen anything of it, or what was inside of it.

“touya~ ya coming? the meeting is about to start.”

“i told you not to call me that.”

“but you let y/n call you that.”

“that’s different. they're— ”

“speaking of, have you seen them anywhere? I haven’t laid my eyes on them all day!”

another shock wave of worry rushed through touya. he stuttered a bit as he spoke.

“Y-You haven’t s-seen them?”

“nope, not once today. i’m sure they're around somewhere. i’ll see you at the meeting.”

and with that, the young blonde basically skipped away, calling out for twice on her way down the hall. did they go out? no, no. they would’ve at least told someone they were leaving the base. touya slid his hands in his pockets, abandoning his now very lonely bedroom to look through the others. with each room, he came up empty handed, finding not even a trace of his love. shit… wait, was that—?

a soft, familiar sound wrapped around his waist and pulled him from jin’s room and to the bathroom door. humming? y/n only does that in the comfort of their room. only after tough missions, or when touya relives the terror of his childhood in his dreams. so, why? before he can even think, his fist pounded against the slab of wood.

“doll? are you okay?”

the voice that followed sent a chill through his warmed body.

“touya…?

“baby, you sound sick. i’m coming in.”

“you can’t.”

“what do you mean i can’t”

“i don’t... want you to… see me like this..”

like what? touya didn’t understand. he couldn't understand. he’d seen his partner through plenty of lows before, but this felt different. were they trying to—?

his hand wrapped around the door knob, but unlike any of the doors he’d opened before, this one was locked. touya figured his mind was just playing tricks on him, and that this wasn’t actually happening. the door in front of him wasn’t really locked, right? however, when he tried to open the door again, it remained sealed.

“y/n. open the door. now.”

only an airy giggle followed his demand. was this a joke? were the events of today all a part of an elaborate, sick prank the league pulled together without him knowing? touya, again, shook his head, pressing his ear up to the door as if that would give him some kind of clue. it didn’t. he kept his hand wrapped around the locked piece of metal keeping him from his beloved, the almost comforting feeling of his quirk completely engulfing his palm. as the metal starts to melt, he threw his body against the wood, finally gaining access to the small room.

in the bathtub was where he found his darling, their head leaning lazily against the wall behind them as eyes fought to stay open. an empty pill bottle and it’s cap laid idly on the tiled floor next to the overflowing tub.

“get out.”

“no. what did you take?”

“it doesn’t matter.”

y/n’s words were slurred as they spoke, and touya paid no mind to their protests as he reached forward to grab the bottle on the ground.

“morphine? how much was in here? when did you take this?”

“touya. i love you.”

“answer my question.”

“i’m sorry…”

his eyes moved from the bottle to his significant other in the tub, as they began to sink into the water. the empty bottle was thrown to the floor, wrapping his arms under y/n’s to pull them up. their head rolled back, eyes following suit as their breathing became almost nonexistent.

“shit. no, no. y/n? baby, answer me!”

nothing came from them, remaining unresponsive in touya’s arms. against his better judgement, a hand moved to land a harsh slap across the unconscious one in his arms face. no reaction.

“fuck—!”

touya dragged them from the bathtub and moved himself and his partner in front of the toilet, quickly supporting their head with the palm of one of his hands. he sat himself beside his love, keeping them up as he pulled their jaw open. a grimace sat across his face as touya’s first two fingers pushed themselves down the other's throat, only to pull his hand away when he felt a gag. bile and the previously swallowed pills pushed their way up from y/n’s stomach and into the toilet with a harsh cough following. two cold, wet hands braced themselves on the sides of the bowl, another gag pushing what was left of the medication out of y/n’s body. their voice was hoarse as they spoke.

“why didn’t you just leave me there?”

“you were going to fuckin’ die.”

“that was kinda the point, touya.”

blue eyes widened at those words, his breath catching in his throat as the two looked at each other. y/n’s breathing was labored, still fighting against the sleep that was trying to pull them away from touya. a very careful, scarred hand moved to rest against the cheek of the other.

“you can’t leave me.”

“bub-”

“shut up. you’re not allowed to just leave after everything. what am i supposed to do without my butterfly?”

no words followed, yet the smaller one in touya’s arms remained awake against their own will. good. arms moved to wrap around y/n’s waist, tugging them closer as he stood. a grunt pushed past his lips as touya hoisted them up from the ground.

“what are you—”

“hush, i’m just taking you to our room.”

as if they had accepted defeat, y/n’s weight rested against touya’s body. an arm hooked under their knees, the other staying around their waist as the taller male lifted them and started carrying them to their room. y/n shifted a bit, resting their head against touya’s shoulder, eyes fighting to stay open with each passing second.

“baby, can you stay awake? please? for me?”

the smaller one in touya’s arms only groaned in response, their head again rolling forward as they started to cave under the heavy weight of exhaustion. touya could only panic, his steady hands now trembling as he lightly nudged the door to their room open with his shoulder. he made his way over to their bed, sitting the other on the edge. y/n didn’t support themselves like touya was expecting, but as he started to move from the bed, he felt the weight of the other move with him.

“shit. hey, y/n. c’mon, let me see those pretty eyes.”

another groan filled the air, and touya felt a sigh of relief rush past his lips. dull eyes pushed open to look back up at touya, their normal brightness now dark with the come down of whatever high had been chased. cold, damp arms snaked around touya’s neck, a steady breath fanning across the burned skin,

“why can’t i just take a little nap?”

“because you could slip into a coma. i’m not letting that happen. sit still, I’m getting you warm clothes.”

he didn’t mean for it to come out like an order, expression flattening while cold hands moved to rest on his shoulders.

“can i have a hug instead?”

touya hesitated, breath pausing for a moment before ultimately shaking his head.

“let's get you dry clothes first… just work with me. please.”

y/n could hear the desperation in his voice, nodding slowly as their hands removed themselves from his shoulder, pulling the sheets into their hold.

touya slowly pulled away, eyes glued to his lover as he did so. hurried movements carried him through the room, his eyes darting to y/n while he filtered through the closet for clothes. finally, a sigh of relief passed through his lips as he returned to them with a set of dry, warm garments. his of course, y/n wouldn't have it any other way. he stood in front of them, their head tilted down, eyes almost losing the battle to stay open. his hands felt more steady now, motions flowing easily through them when he captured their chin in a loose grip, kneeling down to make eye contact.

“hey, angel. think you can stand for me?”

they, of course only nodded in response, the weight of today's events slowing their body. changing was quick, touya’s hands doing most of the work while also managing to hold them up. the wet clothes were discarded, thrown to the side, but a mental note was made to take care of them later.

“i love you, touya.. i'm sor—”

“no, baby. don't apologize. you're safe now, that's all that matters.”

his hands warmed, taking their chilled face into them with the most reassuring smile he could conjure up.

“how about that nap, y/n? still tired?”

“absolutely fucking exhausted.”

“yeah, i thought so.”

he pulled them into bed, tucking their head into his chest as his breathing became more steady. y/n was out like a light, he was certain of that once slow breathes sent a chill down his spine. his head dipped down, pressing a feather light kiss to the crown of theirs.

“i’ll keep you safe from now on… i promise.”

[kozisjournal]

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hi there! you can call me kozi. i really have no idea what i'm doing but i wanted a place i could put my writing. grab some snacks and stay a while

𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙞 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧- i really only feel comfortable writing for gender neutral readers or male readers. there is already so much content for fem readers out there.

𝙬𝙝𝙤'𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙚?- kunikida doppo has my whole heart so expect a lot about him. leave some requests !

𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚?- i'm gonna be writing for a bunch of different characters ! i'll mostly be staying within mha, bungou stay dogs, haikyuu, tokyo revengers, demon slayer ect.

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙖 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜?- you can find one-shots and drabbles here ! if there is something you want a part two of, or maybe even a full story, let me know ! all of my writing will be in third person as well. its just easier for me

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙨?- again. i'm just gonna say i'm not writing for fem!readers. i will not be writing any incest, or large age gap. i'll also be steering away from harder kinks. if i do write anything nsfw, it will be tagged accordingly, so minors, do us both a favor and dni with those posts. i do plan on writing mostly sfw stuff, anyway.

thanks for stopping by ! :)