#komori motoya x you

[butterznack]

Sometimes, more often than you’d like, you’re hit with tunnel vision and the feeling of dreaming awake. But it’s so subtle and vicious you won’t notice it right away. Eventually, it becomes overwhelming. You get forgetful of everything. From a call you had with a friend just a minute ago, to some important appointment you had two weeks prior, as well as wondering if you took a shower last night, or genuinely questioning yourself whether or not you ate two mornings ago.

There are some things, fragments of time, you wish you wouldn’t have to ponder if they did happen or not. The gentle stroke of your boyfriend’s thumb over the back of your hand, the sweet peck smacked against your cheek, the smile he wears when he rambles about his day and asks about yours, eager to hear you rant too while you prepare dinner.

“How was your day, love?” Komori’s voice seems so distant, muffled by some white noise buzzing against your eardrums.

He goes around the counter island and stands beside you, a hand coming to rest at the small of your back. It grounds you for a moment. Komori is there, lips slightly quirked up as he bears his blue eyes into yours. “My day was okay,” is the only thing you answer.

Whereas you can’t put it into words, Komori knows. He notices the way your body moves and your mind wanders behind, or how seconds fly by before you reply to a random thought he shared with you, just how your conversation range will include a variation of mmh or nothing at all, no in between. It takes more time for you to process your surroundings, with your mouth speaking and body moving before you can think.

It’s only unspoken words and slow movements from then. Komori puts down the knife you were cutting the vegetables with, and gently brings you in a comforting embrace where your head rests against his chest. Komori has one arm around your waist and his opposite hand delicately lies flat on your nape, his thumb stroking the skin.

You inhale once, exhale, twice, exhale, breath itching the third time, and start sobbing. Your shoulders shake and you finally return the embrace, nuzzling into Komori’s chest as he brings his hand from your neck to your cheek and then kisses the tears away. Kisses the pain away.

You want to stop crying, desperate not to ruin the evening, but it feels so damn good to feel again.

“Love,” Komori says after a few minutes, when your sobs have died down, “go lay down on the couch, I’ll take care of dinner,” he whispers. You nod, and when Komori is leaning down to offer you another kiss, you dive in first and press your lips against his.

Komori will wake you up when dinner is ready and the food is warm and still steaming. He will talk, and talk, and talk. The more he talks, the more you engage in the conversation, the more you talk, ramble, and eventually, you remember.

You can never truly forget how much you love him and how much he loves you, what scares you the most is letting the memories go away. But Komori knows better, he holds onto the memories for you and will always be thankful he can create new ones with you.

a/n : this one is very personal, but i hope it reaches others and brings a bit of comfort ig? it’s not everyday i can put into words how i feel when my mood is terribly down,,, bc i forget,,, how i feel lol

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