A Love Like Yours
Naoya x Reader Angst
Triggerwarnings: Depression, suicidal thoughts, very vague mentions of SH, very derogatory curses, and Manga Naoya-not Anime!
If you think these things than I dont suggest reading! Take care of yourselves.
Angst, fluff, than angst again. Gl squad, tried hard on this one
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The morning starts slow, until Naoya bursts into your room to clean it.
"Get up ya' lazy whore." Despite his harshness he picks you up and sits you down on a nearby arm chair to clean your bed.
Sleepily you rub your eyes, murmuring, "Why are you going through the trouble?"
"The hell does that mean?" Naoya has an armful of your blankets, already shoving them to nearby maids. "Its disgusting is all, you should be ashamed."
"Mm." You look away, and out the frost covered window. To the gardens then back at Naoya's crouched frame thats picking up wrappers. "Why even keep me here then? You can always buy another healer or whatever. I just don't get it." Naoya tenses but goes quiet.
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Naoya walks back in the room an hour later, still with that same look of annoyance at you.
At you. Why does he even bother? If he hates you so much.
"Eyes are right here." He slumps onto your bed, toying with the switchblade he found on your nightstand. "You bought a new one?"
You nod and stand as well, sitting right by him. "Naoya, I'm just wondering something." You fiddle with the end of your shirt, playing with the hem while trying to muster up the words. "What if I died tomorrow, would you even care in the slightest."
His face screws up into an awful glare and he tugs at your ear, "I'd be damn angry at you woman, it'd be a loss of property is what."
A sting rings out from your ear lobe and you swat his off. "...Right."
"Tch-don't look so down, your my favorite person, or second after Toji-Senpai of course, or maybe fifth because of..." Naoya keeps ratting off, over and over, until you find tears brim in your eyes. It hurt, but more than it should. Naoya would never treasure you anyway, his life was far beyond ordinary.
"I need to get dressed, leave."
"Hah?" He looks baffled at your declaration, "I've seen others in less before, its nothing special. Just a naked body," He waves his hand dismissively, "I won't look, don't see how much of a big deal you're making..."
"I told you to leave!" You suddenly blurt out, shoulders shaking already.
Naoya's about to bite out something but he stands instead. "Whatever." And with that he walks out quickly.
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Humans tend to get these gut feelings for a reason, so when Naoya felt it deep in his stomach-forming a pit he darts upright. Immediately going to his window to check for any type of curses.
Human intuition is what keeps them alive for so long-that Naoya knows far too well, but theres nothing there. He lets out a sharp sigh and brings himself out of the room and down the hall to find you, just out of peace of mind. Shoving open the door it looks normal at first.
You laying on the bed, eyes squeezed tight and all still, sleeping. Walking closer and flicking on his phone lights your eyes dart open.
"Ay" Naoya grumbles and flicks off his phone, suddenly feeling very awkward now in the dark. "Well look who's awake," He tries to play off his unease by ruffling your hair roughly, messing it all up and shoving it back into the pillow. "After earlier I though you'd never get up, well figures, you're better than most women. Anyways, was thinking 'bout getting mochi in the kitchens later, to stop you from bitching obviously." He furrows his brows and glances back down at your barely visible figure. "Don't tell me you're crying AGAIN?"
"So what if I am?" You sit up, wiping away tears. "Your not helping any."
"Great, the woman needs a goddamn mind reader too." Naoya crosses his arms and sits. Pushing your head onto his lap and clearing his throat. "Listen, I didn't mean any of it," He starts while mindlessly covering your mouth to stop you from protesting. "And I ain't gonna watch you moan around all night over something so small. Your my..." He cuts himself off, "you know..? Your my friend or whatever, and soon my wife-" Now Naoya's grateful for the darkness shielding his reddening face.
"Wife?" You muffle out through his hand, he presses harder.
"Yep, and I can't have you die, you understand? Now don't get all touchy feely or whatever." Naoya pulls his hand off your mouth and scoops both arms under your armpits, hulling you up and embracing you-hard, successfully knocking all the air out of your lungs. "Now be good and stop fucking crying."
"I-I can't, I just feel so horrible all the time," Your voice is beyond quiet, just a whisper against his ear. "There's nothing to help me now."
"Shut up, just-just... Just shut up." Naoya squeezes tighter until you can't breath. "Shut up and be happy again, like you were. Don't you remember?" Naoya not only gets more rough but more tense as he tackles you to the bed. "Like when we where younger? You where strong then, right? And happy too? Why can't you be easy like then?"
You where speechless, not from the whininess of his voice but rather the soft tear droplet less falling onto your face through the inky darkness.
Only one of you would stay the entire day. Naoya was always embarrassed he was a month younger than you, and constantly lied about it. Now he felt gross all over, he hates being older than you.