summary: the aftermath of what happened in skyhaven with pre-relationship sylus. hurt/comfort, exploring mc’s trauma.
A simultaneous sigh blooms from both of your lungs as the last wanderer crumbles into oblivion. The dust of its essence floated up to the polluted night sky of the N109 zone, painting artificial stars for the pair of victors below. Sylus lifts his gaze to you after he scrapes what’s left of the aftermath from his fingernails. He looks infuriatingly unaffected. You, however…
“You look like shit.” He remarks playfully, his eyes softening as he holds out his hand to help you up. You, like he anticipates, softly slap it away and get up on wobbly legs. “Fuck off.” You retort, still trying to catch your breath, and he simply smiles- striding next to you and subtly offering you his weight to lean on. You tried stubbornly standing on your own, but found yourself surrendering to his quiet help as you walked back to his bike.
“I’m not letting you ride back to Linkon like this.” He huffed, handing you his spare helmet, the one that is practically yours at this point. “Spend the night at the base.” Coming from him, it sounded more of a purring command than a gentle suggestion. “Get some beauty sleep.”
You had felt your muscles tense and your heart clenched as you were rapidly reminded of the last time you stayed over someone else’s place. The sound of doors locking, the pills, the confusion, the breathing man that you still mourned. Before you could refuse, though, a traitorous yawn escaped your throat. You knew he was right, that you were in no shape to travel home, and it’s not like he could exactly traipse into Linkon at the moment to accompany you. Besides, you’ve been fighting alongside him for a while now, and while he has little weaknesses, you’re willing to exploit them if need be. “Alright.” You breathe your surrender as you put the helmet on, bracing yourself for his driving skills.
Luke and Kieran greet you at the door like eager puppies. What happened, boss? Boss lady? Did ya kill something? How many? How bloody? Any guts?
Sylus held out a commanding hand and answered for you, thankfully. “Don’t ambush the poor girl, she’s beat up.”
You rolled your eyes at that. “I’m not beat up-”
“Come.” He holds his arm out for you, and you defeatedly take it, blindly following wherever he deigns to go.
“My head…” You groaned at the harsh overhead kitchen light being flicked on, rubbing your temples. “Does the big bad mob boss happen to have ibuprofen?”
“I’m not headache proof, believe it or not.” He exhaled a small chuckle. “Sit down.” He ushered you to the sofa across from the kitchen table. You obliged, but not because he told you to, of course. You were achey, dirty and exhausted. He held a glass of water in one hand and two pills in the other, and you hesitated slightly as you let him give them to you. Turning the pills over in your fingers with a squint of your eyes, you looked for the label etched into the chalky red circles to identify that it was, in fact, ibuprofen.
Sylus noticed. Of course he noticed, he always does. “What?” He tilts his head, confused, but his tone still holds a hint of safe and familiar teasing. “You think I’m slipping you something?”
Swallowing back those nagging memories again along with the medicine, you force a chuckle. “Can never be sure with a lawless scoundrel like you, can I?”
He grinned, one of those rare smiles of his, toothy and reaching for his ruby eyes. “I may be a lawless scoundrel, sweetheart, but I’m not a monster.”
Not a monster, because a monster would do that.
Your best friend in the whole world would do that.
A deep breath left you, ready to be rid of this conversation topic. “Can I take a shower?”
His wide grin melted down to his signature smug smirk once again. “In which wing?”
Sylus’s living situation was fucking ridiculous. Four bathrooms with showers, three of them with tubs. For, what, three people? You shake your head in disbelief as he leads you to a guest room. Just as lavish as the rest of the place, the first thing that stares back at you is the neatly made king sized bed. A leather futon sits across it, right next to an enormous closet. Before you can gawk at any other evidence of luxury in the room, he shuts the door behind you. Your gaze instinctively flies to the knob, the phantom click still ringing in your ears. Your shoulders hunch, posture stilling as you find yourself waiting for it— but the door remains unlocked. If Sylus noticed, he gave you the grace of ignoring it and deciding he teased you enough for now. He opens the closet, unhooking a hanger from inside, draping a plush back bathrobe from it. “This should fit you.” You ran your hands along the fluffy material, unable to stop touching it. “And could I wash my clothes after-“
“I will.” He assures you with an interruption. “Leave them outside the door. I’ll find something laying around for you to change into so you don’t have to wait for them to dry.” You nodded, not expecting this level of consideration from him. It brings an irritating, fond heat to your cheeks. “Right. Thank you.”
“Just being a good host.” He smirks, opening the bathroom door. The bathroom was, of course, also fucking ridiculous. Dark marble walls, spotless black tile floors. A black Japanese bathtub next to the spacious shower stall. Woody, spicy potpourri wafted through the air from a bowl on the sink. He moves to shut the door, and you turn. “Um…” Swallow. “Is it okay to keep the door unlocked?” He frowned in confusion, and you quickly added, “It’s the steam. Too much in an enclosed space, I get a headache and I already have one, so I-“
“Okay.” He simply agrees, leaving you no room to over-explain and lie further. You’re almost taken aback with the ease he’s treating you with, but if you think about it, he’s always just accepted. He may question once or twice, but always nods his head without judgment.
You showered all of the blood and grime off your skin, but the reminder of Skyhaven clung under your fingernails no matter how much you scrubbed. It was something you had been pushing away from the forefront of your mind for weeks, almost a month now.
It’s not what you think it is, you remind yourself as you clench your fist, watching the hot water droplets roll off your knuckles. It’s Caleb. He was trying to protect me…
“No, we’re not doing this right now!” You mumbled aloud to yourself. Think, think, think of something else. You abruptly turned the valve to the wall, the water turning freezing cold. Your breathing seemed to slow down with the ice hitting your veins, and by the time you caught two chills, you stepped out and toweled off. The robe felt nice against your damp skin, the fuzz of it all absorbing the water droplets quickly. Opening the door, you see the clothes Sylus left for you in a neat pile: two items. A black satin button down with an “S” monogrammed into the breast pocket with golden embroidery, and grey basketball shorts. A dry snort found its way out of your nose. What a look.
You swam in them, of course, but in a cozy way. You folded the waistband of the shorts until they would aptly rest on your hips, and you didn’t mind the way the shirt’s sleeves hung past your fingers. The shirt smelled like him. Like his stupidly nice cologne, the familiar scent of spices and leather on the collar.
You let your exhausted body drive you to sleep.
The door is locked.
The eyes you used to seek comfort in refuse to soften.
You blindly take his sleeping pills.
The door is locked.
He pins you down on the sofa, next to a photo of the two of you in a frighteningly similar position, play-fighting and laughing.
He threatens to wrap a collar around your throat.
Your pleas fall on deaf ears.
The man in front of you is breathing, but he is long dead.
The door is locked.
Your heart drops you awake, out of breath and eyes watery.
You are not in your bed.
Where are you?
You push the covers off you before you could even remember, rushing to swing the door open. The force of the mahogany hitting the wall got the attention of your gracious host.
“Sweetie…” A deep voice rumbled up your spine. Sylus.
You’re with Sylus.
The pet name lacked all the familiar playful condescension, more of a brace, a concerned approach to a wild, wounded animal. “What’s wrong?”
You don’t answer at first, your clouded mind still assessing the situation. Your shoulders relax a fraction as you register your surroundings, Sylus’s base. You spent the night here after a hunt. You’re with Sylus, you want to be here, and the door was unlocked. Your grip on the doorknob loosens. Sylus slowly comes out from behind you and into your field of vision. “Sit.” He ushers you back into the room, sitting on the bed and patting the silk sheets. You slowly obey, perching on the bed with your knees hugged to your chest. A gentle expression paints his face, something you could’ve sworn you’ve never seen before. “I’m going to ask again.” He urges softly, slowly, the brisk command his tone usually carried melted away.
You can lie to anyone in your life. You could have said it was a bug in your blankets. A noise, he thought of an intruder. Even a nightmare about something else. You can lie to anyone in your life, except for the man in front of you who looks worried for the first time you’ve seen it. You can lie to anyone in your life, except for the man who seems to know your very soul despite only knowing you for a handful of months.
You don’t even try, clenching your fists so tight you’re sure your fingernails would draw blood out of the meat of your palm.
“I can’t tell you…” You murmured, holding back the flood. “Because if I do, it becomes real.”
He frowned, his head tilting to the side slightly. He pushed a soft smile out of the corner of his mouth. “I won’t tell reality if you won’t, sweetheart.”
You exhaled out of your nose shortly, an amused puff of air followed by a sniffle. “No, I’m…it’s serious.”
“I know.” He sat back on his elbows, blanketing the atmosphere with a sense of leisure and ease. That was something you had to admit he was good at. “I’ve noticed.”
You turn to him. “What?”
“You checked the pills I gave you.” He started. “I thought that was a one off, maybe you being extra careful, but then you announced you were gonna shower with the door unlocked-“
You scoffed shakily. “Okay, I didn’t announce-“
“The point is…” He interrupted. “You’ve been…off tonight.”
You don’t know how to answer. You know that at this point, if you open your mouth, the tears will start free falling.
“You don’t have to explain.” Fuck him for always reading your mind. “But you just need to tell me you’re alright. No guest feels unsafe under this roof.”
“It’s not you.” You assure shakily, resting your chin on your knees. “It’s…a long story.”
He nodded, accepting again. “I don’t have anywhere to be.”
“Um…” You suck in a breath through your nose. Here we go. The tube of toothpaste is squeezed. Your voice is slow, measured as you continue. “Remember about three weeks ago I went to Skyhaven?”
You began to unload. From the top. He knew of the explosion, the one you wrongfully blamed him for. The reminder of that moment brings a flash of mortified heat to your cheeks, expecting him to bring it up. You pause for it, the tease, the coy ‘Yes, kitten, I’m so bad,’ but it doesn’t come. His eyes just pave a delicate path down your face, waiting for you to continue. You watch them widen slightly when you tell him your childhood best friend survived, and that you found him up there. Your words shake and choke in your throat when you get to the next part, tears pricking the back of your eyes. You squeeze them shut, and feel a feather-light weight on your hand; his covering yours. A soft affirmation, a silent I’ve got you. The action is so tender, it pushes even more tears to your waterline. You purse your trembling lips at the gentleness of it all, the opposite of the force you two exuded over one another when you first met. You shoot him point blank in the chest, and he holds your hand like it’s precious gold.
“Sweetie…” He looks at you as if the sight of your face twisted in tears makes him violently ache. “Don’t cry.”
Which of course, makes you cry more. He closes the distance between you within a second, pulling you into his side. “I’m trying not to.”
“I know, sweetheart, I know.” He whispers gently, rubbing his thumb over your bare shoulder, the collar of his shirt hanging off of you. “It’s okay. Take your time.”
It takes a few minutes to gather the words, because how exactly do you say, I think my best friend held me hostage in his home and slipped me pills but I think it’s not really him based on zero evidence?
His thumb stopped its soothing rhythm. “He what?”
You cringe and stammer. You feel caught, for some irrational reason. “I-I know what it sounds like, but-”
“No.” He shook his head, his tone still soft but firm. “No, you don’t have to protect him.” He has to bite back the snarl in his voice, fight to keep his words gentle. “Not after he does this…” He wipes a tear from your cheek, his fingers lingering on the skin for a moment. “Not after he does this to you.” His voice shakes alongside yours, for different reasons. “You don’t need to tell me anything more, but you don’t protect him, either.”
You look up at him, drawing in a deep breath. It makes you realize that’s exactly what you’ve been doing all this time, refusing to acknowledge it. While he was ruining you, you were protecting his memory. At the same time, though, what you know about the professor and Caleb’s abnormal behavior flipping like a switch makes you doubt it was fully him that did this to you. Even if it wasn’t, it doesn’t mean it didn’t affect you so deeply that you’re crying into the arms of the person you’d least expect. You watch his fists clench. “He didn’t…” A hesitation. “He didn’t touch you, did he?”
You vehemently shake your head and you could hear a small breath of relief. “It wasn’t like that.” You go to explain again, to defend him, but stop yourself. “It was so scary.” He breathes a deep sigh, tightening his arms around you.
“I know.” He whispers. “I know, sweet girl, but you were brave.”
You scoff tearfully. “No I wasn’t.”
“You’re here.” He pointed out, brushing his hand through your hair. “Not there. I know your prowess firsthand.”
A pathetic half-laugh exits your chest, followed by more sobs. He holds you even tighter as you cling to his grounding familiarity. He does that for as long as you need it, waiting patiently as he assures you you did the right thing, that you’re safe with him, that he could walk into Linkon and take you home right now, bounty be damned; whatever it is you need to hear.
“I’ve got you.” He whispers into your hair. Your head is atop his chest, laying down now. Your eyes are closed, and he can tell you’ve cried yourself to sleep. “Always have. Always will.”
When your breaths turn steady, he moves slightly to get his phone from his pocket. One hand on your back, the other on the keyboard, he types a message to Luke and Kieran.
Farspace Fleet Colonel. Lives in Skyhaven. Name’s caleb. Need any and all information there is to know ASAP.
Another message.
Boss Lady will not let you hurt him, as much as I am dreaming the different ways I could make him hurt right now. Do not go after him. Just watch.
Two pairs of thumbs up from the twins follow the message, not needing any further instruction or explanation. He locks his phone and leans his head against the pillow, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead. It’s quiet now, the only sound surrounding him are your soft breaths and Mephisto’s caws into the night as he suddenly takes a trip up north.
— I finally finished this Laito drawing!! I love love loveeee drawing blood so I kept adding and adding and adding it until i felt like it was too much 😭 anyways! this may or may not be hikari’s heart 👀 have a nice day guys!
I feel like I know the most about Ayato since I‘ve researched about him for years but I‘ve been rusty for quite a while so do correct me if i‘m wrong in any way.
So. At first glance, he seems like a conceited, immature 17 year old boy, right? You‘re wrong. Firstly, he is conceited but this is actually interpreted as NPD (Narcissistic Personality Disorder) which he developed through his unfortunate past especially the constant pressure of his mother to strive to be the best so he could become the heir. She did not allow him to play. He was forced to study and threatened when he couldn’t live up to her expectations. Toxic? Yes.
In other words. This man needs love. Lots of love. You also need a lot of patience when dealing with him. He’ll toy with you, he’ll bully you and he‘ll utterly destroy you verbally and physically. Which is why you need a lot of patience and willpower to deal with him.
Now that we had a little "background check“ let‘s get to the actual appreciation.
We all know he loves Takoyaki, Basketball, Tits and Teasing. But that’s not all. This boy is such a touch starved child and it’s adorable. He gets blushy when you stroke his hair, he loves getting your attention and praise and he will not tolerate you going off to other men. But that one is a given. He needs a loyal partner.
Ayato has a secret soft spot for his fellow triplet brothers. He doesn‘t admit it sometimes but he does. Deep down they all wish things could have been different but they couldn’t and they have to live with that.
He does get concerned when you‘re not around, he just doesn’t admit it. He‘s secretive about his feelings. Most likely scared to trust a person with them. He‘ll seek you out but he will not talk. But the mystery behind him is what makes him so amazing.
The reason why I love him? He’s complex. He‘s cute and he deserves the world. Ayato (and the others obviously too) need someone caring, kind and loving by their side. (he’d prefer a nice set of tits tho) I think he‘d be capable of loving anyone if they’re just good enough to him and stick around. If he thinks he can trust him, he’ll open up step by step. It’s small things but he will. Remember how he slipped up about his past when Yui asked? It’s because she‘s been caring and kind enough to earn his trust just a little.
Ayato is strong, protective and handsome. What else could you need in a man? I’ll tell you. Not only is he those three, he‘s also so much more. If you go more in depth into his personality and behavior, you can see that genuineness gets him good. If he realized you‘re serious? Blush. If you give him attention? Blush. What i‘m trying to say is: He‘s adorable.
Handsome men are everywhere. But adorable men? They‘re rare. We need to cherish them. We need to cherish him.
I really truly believe the cutest scene in the entire dialovers anime is ayato crawling into yui’s bed and hugging her and saying “dont look at me” like that Has to be part of the reason he became my favorite
The "cries cutely gene" is passed through generations. This peculiar type of gene, is more recurrent in purple people :
Learned behavior? Conscious? Unconscious?!?Genetics??!!!? I don't know, but I'm sure that these are the things that make them mother-son without them even realizing it.
Cordelia, when doing this manipulation, wanted to do “fake cry” more realistic, but no tears came out. In Kanato's case, Oh boi, The Disciple surpassed the Master, and perfected this ✨art✨where not only tears, but even snot came out.
being an ayato fan as YB was releasing was so awesome.
he's small. he's cute. he loves his brothers. he's in incredible pain every chapter. he's drenched in sweat. he's stuck in a timeloop. he's running around in a dead person's clothes. he's sacrificing himself. he's getting the shit kicked out of him. he's abandoned. he's alone. he's getting locked up in dungeons and tied up with rope. he still doesn't wanna go home. he's hit on the head with a blunt object. he rips his own heart out and eats it. he feels distant from his family members forever. there's a hole in his chest that will never be filled for the rest of his life
oh... hell yeah, reiji never got to experience physical affection from no one, not even his mother so, when he start having the confidence enough to be aroung you as his partner and feels for the firts time (maybe not firts but) your touch, like little things, he craves for more, like, he doesnt tell you or say it to anybody, i dare to say, reiji dont know he is touch starved, and when you bring it up, he just act like he is not, but he totally is.
i think reiji is really a physical but classy touch, not extremely starving but always want to reach you even if he doesnt notice he wants, his body does.
i imagine reiji making his knee touch yours if you two are seated together, i dont think reiji is the kind of man that will place his arm over your shoulder, i think he is more the kind of man that will take your hand and put it in his leg to hold it.
and since he loves to do things for you, and even more if you ask him to do it, i think reiji loves to take every chance he gets to touch you even a little bit.
i like to think that reiji always sneak into your room when youre changing, so he comes and help you out just as an excuse to touch you, not always on a sexual way btw, he genuinely just like to feel your skin or the heat your body has, since his body always is cold. when he sees you trying to sip up your dress he walks with a little smile on his lips.
"oh dear, let me do it for you" reiji took his gloves off and his fingers as he comes closer, carefully zips up your dress, not losing the chance to touch your back with his bare fingers. when the dress is zipped up your neck, his hands will rest on your shoulders carefully and slowly go down your arms until his hands reach your hands, just so he can feel more of you, he will never get bored of you, how could he?
"come sit, ill do the rest for you" as you sat, reiji take the heels you were using that night, he kneels in front of you and take one of your legs, placing your feet on his knee as he put you the heel, touching your skin was such a delight for him. reiji dont even understand how to put in words but, its like your skin, body and just presence of you, became a place he can call home, as if he find the the part that was missing, you are something he cant put into words.
when he puts on your two heels he smiles at you and keep touching your leg slowly.
"shall we get going dear?" and his charming voice is so heart warming.
so yea, the boy is so touch starved, not in a sexual way so dont think otherwise gals, but tell me bc i want to know, what others little things may reiji do for being touch starved? a pleasure to read you pretty gals!! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ
So I’ve seen two masterposts of this but both of them [ONE - TWO] are not updated and some audios were deleted so yup I decided to make another one TTvTT If there is any I may have missed, please do provide me the link!
IMPORTANT NOTE: All of these are FANMADE EDITS. All the diaboys seiyuu’s have worked on R18 audios before so these are edits of those. Recommended to hear with headphones.
