“Fly Free”

“Electrically charged arrows streak across the sky, like a shooting star. Free, and destined to burn out and flicker away.”

[bittergoldeneyes]

-Nightmare-

Asaba Harumasa x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW content ahead! 18+ Unprotected sex (Wear protection kiddos), creampie, mentions of blood, terminal illness, and drug use (medical use). Read at your own discretion! Also this is a piece of shit work, sorry.

Word Count: ~5.7K

The nightmares never stopped.

Even with the help of heavy sleep aids, antipsychotics, and herbal teas mixed with flecks of chamomile, the nightmares continued to come and haunt him in the early hours of the night. The insomnia didn’t help either, as his mind raced too much after being startled awake by the same reoccurring dream.

The scars that freckled his neck in their unique pattern burned in his skin, making him want to rake his fingernails across them to quell the itch of pain and remembrance. Who knows? Maybe if he scratches hard enough, he can erase them from existence. But that was naive and foolish. His skin would only be tainted deeper with the scratches of where he tried to remove the scars. The reminder was already deeply engraved into his soul, no matter how much he wished to clear the reminders of the past.

The rise and fall of his chest was heavy and deep, his heart already racing with an ache clutching his chest tightly. With a shaky and sweaty palm, he rested his slender hand against his chest in attempted to ground himself and calm the erratic race of his heart. Tears stung the corners of his eyes, the golden essence sparkling underneath the dim lighting of moonlight.

Once his bearings were collected, and the ache in his chest had subsided, he reached a hand over haphazardly searching for his phone. The orange plastic pill bottles that had his name plastered all over them clattered against the hardwood floors, spilling the precious medication that managed him for all these years. His nimble fingers shook as he held the device in his hand, a chill suddenly settling in him.

Should he text? No, a call would be better. But he really didn’t want to talk at the moment, scared the pitch of his voice will give away his current state.

A text would have to suffice for now.

From: Asaba Harumasa 🏹🎗️

-Can you come over?

Received at 1:28am

The ebony haired archer sat quietly in the expanse of his empty and cold bed, his fingers fiddling with the edges of his phone case while he awaited a reply. His mind racing with thoughts of his text going unanswered. Sure, he would be fine if not, but a part of him hoped and prayed to whatever god was out there that he would get a reply.

And he did.

From: 💛(Y/N)💛

-I’ll be there in 20.

Received at 1:35am

A small smile lit up his face, relief washing through his fragile yet strong body as you agreed to come over. He could already feel the warmth blossoming over his pale cheeks, anticipation and excitement swirling within his stomach. Like a child who couldn’t wait in line for their favorite treat, the elite archer of HSO Section 6 drug himself out of bed and towards the kitchen to get some water, he knew he’d need it later.

It wasn’t long after that you had arrived to his apartment, the door unlocking with practiced ease as you let yourself inside, the spare key he gave you still hanging securely around the keychain of your car keys. A cute little cat key cap hanging over the silver metal, an accessory he had added before he gave it to you. He still remembers the look on your face when he gave it to you. It was the morning after the first night you had come over to help him.

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“Why are you giving me a key? Is this some kind of scavenger hunt or something?” You asked, eyeing the key between your fingers cautiously.

Harumasa chuckled. “Not yet,” he teased, “it’s a key to my apartment.”

“Huh?” You asked, dumbfounded. “Why are you giving me a key to your apartment?”

“Cause,” He began, hiding his true intentions behind a goofy smile. “What if I get sick and need some greasy take out? I don’t wanna get out of bed to answer the door. Not when I have such kind and caring partner to take care of me~”

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Whether you believed him or not, you never questioned it or showed any interest in searching for an answer.

You padded quietly through his apartment, the space already mapped in your mind as if it was your own cozy home. His cat greeted you with a small meow, rubbing against your calf with her tail quivering in happiness to see you once more. You always gave her extra pets and a treat or two when you came over, seemed she always remembered. Leaving her with a soft and gentle head rub, you left her to her own, making your way to your destination, his bedroom.

Harumasa’s ears perked up hearing the bedroom door creak open, your sloppily clothed frame coming into his view as you closed and locked the door, not wanting any interruptions from his little fuzzball. The golden speckles of his irises seems to glow in the dim light of hisbedroom, the only light being the radiance of the moon through the crack in his curtains.

“You came.” He announced quietly, a small smile on his lips as he shifted in the bed, enough to give you a small space to sit on the edge beside him. Your scent was already filling his nostrils, he could tell you showered before coming, probably already knowing what was going to happen. “I didn’t wake you did I?”

“You did, but it’s fine, Harumasa.” Your voice had always been soft and soothing to his ears, even in the heat of battle, he could always relax knowing you were okay and close by. He needn’t worry about anything else with you next to him. The world felt less cruel and suffocating. “I’m… more than happy to come, for you.”

A sad yet appreciative smile spread over his lips, the faintest lingering of a tremble still remaining.

He wasn’t deserving of something so sweet, not after what he did to you in his dreams. He could still vividly see the blood and grim caked over your face, evidence of corruption marring your once smooth and radiant skin. Crystalization sprouted out like ugly blemishes, now permanently embedded in your skin. Your fate sealed behind bleary blind eyes. But you still knew him. The claw that pierced your abdomen felt warm, and the aroma of bitter medicine and disinfectant lingering around the ethereal. He could practically feel how scalding your blood was as it trickled darkly down his ethereal claw, the piercing sound of dripping blood being heard within the chaos of screaming in the hollows. You only smiled at him, reaching a shaky hand up to his core, his name coming off your lips in such a forgiving and kind tone.

“Harumasa?” Your hand was now on his face, your thumbs rubbing soothing circles against the flesh of his cheek. The smear of something wet slid over your thumb against his face, the sting in his eyes becoming more noticeable as he focused his attention back on you. It was warm, so warm. “I’m here. You’re here. It’s okay.”

You always knew exactly what he needed. Your other hand circled his wrist, carefully guiding it confidently to your chest. There, the gentle and steady pace of your heart thumped against his palm. The skin against his palm was soft, smooth, and the skin warm. It wasn’t scalding like your blood, or cold like your lifeless body hanging loosely by his ugly black claw. It was just right, just you.

Harumasa wiped his eyes, shoulders slumping weakly as he let you hold his face and feel your heartbeat. The urge to pull you close itched at his fingertips, so close but so far away. Just out of his reach. He was scared. Scared to touch you, scared to hurt you, scared to kill you. He should push you away. Tell you to go home. But his heart ached, it ached for your touch, your care, your everything. Anything you gave him made his heart swell with an emotion he never could find the name of.

You didn’t say anything more, climbing onto the messy bed, your legs swinging on either side of his hips, knees digging into the mattress. Both of his cheeks were in your hands now, wiping at the corners of his eyes, running the tips of your fingers down his jaw to his neck. You could feel the way he tensed beneath your touch, a small whimper sounding from the back of his throat.

“P… Please.” His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper as his lashes fluttered, long and black, pretty, just like the rest of him. His eyes were golden like the stars, sparkling in the cool night and becoming warm rays of sunlight in the day. A beacon of light, of hope, and his arrows guided the lost home.

You didn’t need to ask what he wanted, you already knew what he meeded: it was the same each time, and you were more than happy to oblige in his needs. His lips were soft, like fluffy clouds floating in the sky. You never got tired of kissing Harumasa. It was a rare moment where the walls he built around his heart crumbled into nothing but dust, letting you in to purge the evil from his soul in the most sinful and pleasurable ways.

His hands started at your thighs, taking his time moving them up to your hips, before settling them against your waist. His mouth dipped open, inviting your tongue inside to melt with his. Heat burned his cheeks as your tongue carefully covered every nook and cranny of his mouth. Curling over his own tongue, swiping over his gums, and teasing the tip every so often over his plush lips. It was all making him dizzy, like it always had.

There were no protests on his lips as your hands slid down his loosely unbuttoned white shirt, sliding the material back to cascade down his lean shoulders, stopping at his elbows. The cool air didn’t get a chance to settle into his body as it did when he was alone, your hands were warm, running over the expanse of his tone chest. You left trails of fire as your fingertips carefully found his nipples, hardened under the cool air dragging into his apartment.

Harumasa shuddered, a longing sigh leaving his mouth, letting you swallow any sinful noises he let out next as your fingers rolled his nipples. His hips shifted up, a throb from down south making his throat spasm in a needy whimper. He ached for your friction, your warmth, your slippery and hot cunt. The hands on your hips started to become tighter, his thumb hooking against your bone, finding more purchase there as he rolled his hips once more upwards. He released a shaky moan when he felt his clothed cock brush against your thigh, sending sparks throughout his body as his nerves lit up.

“Harumasa,” He found himself chasing your lips when you abruptly pulled away to whisper out his name. Your voice was breathless, the same intoxicating need dripping from your tongue as you pecked his lips before continuing. “Do you want to take the lead?” He always got incredibly flustered when you would ask him that. It almost deflated his ego every time you’d so kindly ask whether or not he wanted to fuck you or you fuck him. But, he couldn’t lie to himself that he wanted you to take care of him. Slowly, he shook his head, looking up behind long lashes, pale cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of pink. He felt like he’d melt at the way you smiled at him. “Okay, let me know if it’s too much.”

It was never too much, it wasn’t enough. Even if you gave everything to him, it still wouldn’t be enough for him. You were a drug to him, similar to the bitter medications he popped every day, something he needed to survive. With you by his side, everything would be okay. He would be okay. Even if this relationship wasn’t defined or spoke aloud, he was sure you knew what it meant to him.

He loved the way your hands trailed down his chest, grazing over various sized scars that littered his pale skin from his venturing into the hollows. Your lips left long and tender kisses against his cheek, his breath coming out in a blissful sigh. He could feel your teeth graze his jaw, the once steady hold he had on your hips moving up to your waist once more. The roll of his hips into yours got more frequent, more needy as quiet pleasing moans slipped past his kiss swollen lips

“P-Please- Ahh…” Harumasa shuddered feeling you touch the side of his neck, the scars there flaring up. It felt as if he had just gotten them again, like he was back in the hospital with his master, being fed sweet treats and taught archery. A time without you. Without your sweet smiles, your kind and tender touch, and your heart that you had unknowingly opened to him, making him greedy to take everything you were. To fill that void that had been in his heart for so long.

Your lips left red and purple marks over the sides of his neck, hiding the scars, the reminders of what he was, what he is, underneath a cover of tender affection, adoration, and devotion. Harumasa had always liked looking at them the morning after, jokingly saying he didn’t need to wear his choker for the day, that he’d instead wear your hickeys with pride and a smug grin. This was all a joke of course, the choker had been a crutch. A way to ground himself, almost as if the accessory was keeping the demon at bay he felt was festering inside of him. The same that had killed you in his dream.

His long lashes fluttered, quietly moaning as your tongue traces over the fresh hickeys, trying to smooth the brief moment of pain and pleasure. Maybe, just maybe, your affection would erase the deeply rooted scars that marred his soul. The sheer thought alone, made a shiver run down his spine, his pale skin bubbling with goosebumps. Replace his pain with love. Replace the nightmares with domestic dreams of normalcy, where he could’ve properly pursued you, to be able to call you his.

His golden eyes followed your hands as you started to grab the hem of your shirt, carefully sliding it over your head to throw it haphazardly to the floor. Your skin was revealed to him, and he could’ve sworn his breath hitched at the sight. No matter how many times you revealed yourself to him, he was always enamored with the way you looked on top of him, or below him. He could feel a faint twitch from his groin, and his cheeks flushed more at how his body responded so weakly to the sight of you.

He let his hands roam up from your hips to your bare waist, appreciating how soft and smooth your skin felt underneath his: how alive you felt. Your lips met his again, your eyes blissfully closed as you savored the taste and feel of Harumasa’s lips again. Your bra fell off your shoulders as you reached behind to unclasp the hooks. Feeling the fabric fall from your body, Harumasa raised his hands, covering your delicious breasts with his palms, letting out a soft moan into your mouth at the feel of your erect nipples pressing against him.

He relished in your noises of pleasure, and they always encouraged him to do more. His tongue melded with yours, tangling over each other, flicking over your teeth and gums, pointed canines gently nibbling against your bottom lip. His fingers came to your nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive buds with the pads of his fingertips. He swore his ears starting ringing when he heard you softly moan out his name.

Harumasa shuddered when your fingers came to his lower abdomen, tracing lazy shapes on his skin before reaching the waist band of his sweats, the fabric doing nothing to hide just how aroused he was. Your fingers were like magic, pulling low moans and whines from his lips like it was the easiest thing in existence. You knew just where he liked it, and god did he love that. His hips bucked up into your palm, his own hands covering your breasts fully to pathetically grope and squeeze them as he tried to keep his embarrassing noises in. Curse you for how easily you made him crumble.

“A-Ahh… Harumasa, mmph~” He’d never get tired of hearing you sing the most sinful of songs for him. And he didn’t forget the way your hands rubbed him through his sweats, squeezing against the tip so thoughtfully. He’d turned to putty in your hands. Shape him any way you like, he’s adaptable, whatever will make you keep giving him such blissful attention. Mold him into a heart and place it in your chest so he would never leave your side when he turned to ash.

Harumasa’s other hand slid from one of your breasts, coming to rub against the heat between your legs, his lip catching between his teeth as his eyes struggled to stay open and watch your delightful expressions. He relished the way your hips moved with his hand, seeking more of his fiery touch of desire. The effect of his touch was evident in the way your panties were starting to get wetter, especially after what you’d done at home to prepare for him before coming over.

“W-Wait-“ He sucked a breath in through his teeth, before letting his jaw go slack as his eyes rolled back, his hips stuttering in your hands. His muscles were getting tense, and he could feel the knot twisting tighter and tighter in his lower abdomen, threatening to snap. “I’m… g-gonna cum… don’t wanna ye- Ngh! Fuck!” His words were cut off as his body spasmed pathetically under the intoxicating feel of now being a hair’s breadth away from his climax as your hand moved faster against him. As quickly as the fire started in his abdomen, it was diminished in seconds as you pulled your hand away and placed both on his chest.

“N-Not yet-“ you panted softly, leaning in to place a chaste kiss to his wet lips. He watched closely as your hands moved off his chest to your pants and panties, hooking them both with your thumbs and carefully albeit somewhat awkwardly sliding them off. Getting the hint, Harumasa clumsily given the position got his sweats and boxers off, his breath hitching when you climbed back into his lap completely naked. “Harumasa…” Your voice called out softly. “Do you still want this?”

“Hah… Yes, please.” He sighed shakily, slightly whimpering as a whiny plea left his lips. You always asked him again despite everything if he was still sure. Given his condition, and his fearful aversion to commitment, you always wanted to make sure his comfort was above all else. Besides, Harumasa was the one who started all this, so he could end it in a heartbeat. However, part of you knew he was way too attached to ever do something like that. You could see the emotion in his eyes, the longing to speak words he felt he was forbidden to utter. It spoke volumes when his hand stopped your wrist from going to his nightstand to retrieve a condom. “I… can we… skip that…?”

“If you’re sure.” Your voice held no hesitance, no protest to his selfish and probably rash request. You weren’t on any medication for birth control, and Harumasa knew this. Maybe a selfish part of him thought if he couldn’t live in your heart as a piece of you, he’d give you a piece of him. To leave something behind for you and only you. It was irresponsible, cruel, and burdening… but he couldn’t bring himself to care as much: not when you were here, being so gentle with him just like you always were. He was running out of time, and there was still so much he wanted to experience. “I just…” He was snapped out of his thoughts when your voice spoke up again. “Don’t want you to have any regrets.”

“I’ve never once,” he began, raising a slightly calloused, warm hand up to hold your cheek in his hand. “Regretted this. Regretted you.” His voice was firm and unwavering, full of conviction and dedication. If it were truly up to him, he would’ve devoted himself to you long before now. Maybe then you could be married, have kids, and experience all life had to offer. He could profess his love to you without the reaper’s scthye threatening to cut his vocal cords and more. “How could I regret this when you pamper me so well~?”

Harumasa relished in the way you let out a small bout of laughter, warming his heart, and lightening the atmosphere some. Just how he liked it. Light, gentle, and comfortable. There wasn’t a need to dwell on the consequences of their decisions, of what the future held for them. All he wanted was to focus on you, and engrave this moment into his memory, just as he’d done with every other time he was with you. Harumasa truly loved you. He could only hope when he lay in his deathbed, he can finally tell you, and let his final moments be surrounded by you, the memories he shared with you, and the love you held for him too.

“As long as you’re sure.” You whisper to him, the smile on your lips almost permanent now. Despite everything in his life spiraling, the weight of his condition and the inevitable end, he was still the Harumasa you fell in love with. Your body moved to shift above him, hands delicately and deliberately grabbed hold on his hard shaft, pressing the tip against your heat. Harumasa could feel his breath hitch at the touch of his sensitive tip, so warm and wet, he couldn’t help but move his hips slowly to press more and tease at your entrance.

With practiced ease, he was inside you, both of you moaning in unison as the sinful clutches of pleasure took hold. His hands moved to your hips, holding loosely as your hands held his shoulders, to somewhat ground yourself as you moved to take more and more of him. No matter how many times you’d had sex with Harumasa, it always felt so good each and every time. Once he was all the way in, you sat there for a moment, whimpering quietly while he sat there, watching, panting lewdly as he tried to compose himself against the overwhelming pleasure of your tight, hot, and gummy walls around his cock.

“Fast… or slow?” Your question made his cheeks feel warm, warmer than they already were, and he embarrassingly tightened his grip on your hips to stop himself from letting out a pathetic whimper. On one hand, he wanted you to go fast, to watch your breasts bounce so close to his face, to hear your beautiful voice sing sweet moans for him, and to make you cream around him until your legs were shaking. However, with the vivid memory of his nightmare fresh on his mind, and the slight rattle in his breathing, Harumasa didn’t think he’d be able to keep up with going fast. At least going slow would allow him to feel every delicous drag of your cunt against his cock.

“S-Slow… please.” His voice came out as a soft whisper, barely loud enough to be heard over the air conditioner kicking on to keep his apartment warm. Although, he didn’t really need that right now fully buried inside of you. You felt so much warmer without the condom, and god could he feel fucking everything. He would be happy to let you just sit on top of him with his cock nestled into your savory and warm cunt forever. How nice it would be to have your body warmth against him at night when he would have nightmares. So he could feel you, and not the cold and emptiness that occupied his sheets.

“Okay.” You affirm back to him quietly. He could feel your nails digging into his shoulders as you shifted your legs in a more comfortable position before carefully dragging him out before pushing him back in. Your lips parted in pleasure, a soft breath of bliss raking over Harumasa’s lips as your foreheads pressed together. It felt better than it ever had. The rubber barrier had always been so dulling. So restricting. Now that it was off? The sensitive tip of his cock was dragging along your fluttering walls, teasing the delicate tissue and muscle within to entice more ecstasy. “Hah, Harumasa~ It… feels really good.”

“M… Mhm~ Y-You’re too hot.” Harumasa panted against your lips, his hands on your hips helping you set a slow and deliberate pace. He could see every movement of your chest as you breathed, every delicious movement of your breasts pressed against his chest. “Fuuuuuck~” A low groan vibrates in his chest when he feels you lift up just to the tip before sinking back down. His thumbs hooked into your hips, digging in harder as he couldn’t help but encourage you to move just a bit faster. The usual sharpness in his mind turning to mush as the pleasure started to overwhelm him.

Your sweet voice was like an elegant symphony, ranging from high pitched whines to low and breathy moans. It was stating to make his head spin. That combined with the feel of your body, the scent of your skin, the sight of your naked body moving against his passionately, and the lingering taste of your tongue, Harumasa was in sensory overload. He could feel his heart stuttering in his chest, a sudden tightness forming that had him gripping you tighter. His ebony brows furrowed deeply, nose scrunching against the sudden sensation. Before he knew it, his breath caught, and he felt you immediately stop moving.

“Harumasa?” Your voice sounded so worried it made his heart ache. He hated making you worry, but he knew you cared about him deeply, and were just wanted to check in on his current condition. “Is it too much?” You ask him, to which he nods his head slowly. One hand against your hips came up to press against his chest, the other waving beside you as if to dismiss it. You knew better than that, and so did he. He couldn’t hide anything from you. “Take a hit off your inhaler, and we’ll continue if you and to.”

“Hey now, I may be frail but I don’t need to be mothered.” A deflective smile curled to Harumasa lips, his tone teasing despite the wispy wheeze that echoed in his breathing. It was his defensive mechanism. Tease, deflect, change the subject, forget. “Keep going… please. I’m fine.” Despite the previous teasing lilt in his tone, it quickly changed to something soft and encouraging, almost like a small and unspoken plea. A plea to take away all his pain and let your pleasure be his safe place.

You hesitated for a moment, looking down at him and taking in the rise and fall of his chest, the way his lips moved with his panting, and the way those beautiful golden eyes begged you to keep fucking him so perfectly. With a bit of reluctance, you started to move again, your hands rubbing over his shoulders as you used him support yourself up more before sinking back down on him, moaning softly against his face. “Please tell me if I need to stop.”

Harumasa’s hands suddenly snaked around your waist, hugging you tight against him as his hips bucked up from underneath you. Wet and lewd sounds of sex could faintly be heard over the noisy AC unit, blended with sinful noises of pleasure. “I will, baby… I will… ngh! Fuck! Hah… b-but I don’t wanna stop… you’re so good to me~ Ahh…” He rarely ever used such a sweet pet name like “baby.” He mainly used it to tease you, and it always worked to fluster you. How he wished he could call you that all the time. If only he could actually call you his… Little did he know he already had your heart, and that would never change.

Your hands moved from his shoulders to his cheek, pulling him in to kiss him. It was messy, a clash of teeth and tongue as your soft moans were breathed into his mouth, only growing louder. His hips jerked against yours quicker, his legs starting to shake underneath you. When the kiss broke, Harumasa dove into your neck, recklessly licking and sucking against the sensitive underside of your jaw and jugular. He knew he’d get scolded for leaving visible marks. But tonight? Tonight he was desperate, and wanted to drown himself in fantasies. Fantasies of a normal life, of having you as his lover, of marrying you and making a life with you.

“Hah! N-Nhh~ Harumasa…!” You called out loudly to him, your fingertips going back to digging into his shoulders, your nails leaving half moon crescents in his skin. Harumasa let his lips trail soft and wet kisses down your chest until he was right between your bouncing breasts, only turning him on that much more. “Please…! Please, hah! Harumasa~ I-I’m-! I’m-!” You were close, and he knew it. He always knew. He’d memorized all your little telltale signs of being close to that sweet release. By god did Harumasa want to feel you milk all the cum from him so badly, especially since it was going inside of you and not some piece of rubber.

“C’mon… You can do it. Fuck! Cmon, (Y/N)~ give it to me~ C-Cum all over me…! Y-Yeah!” Harumasa’s voice cracked, his head throwing back, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly and let out loud groans, pleasured grunts, and pathetic whimpers of overstimulation. His brows scrunched up, golden eyes rolling back slightly as he felt your walls fluttering around him. He hastily grabbed the back of your head with one hand, pulling you into a deep and passionate kiss while his other hand reached for yours awkwardly on his shoulder. He wanted to hold your hand. To know his fingers could intertwine with yours instead of slice through with a sickeningly black claw. “(Y-Y/N)! Hah! Fuck!”

“Harumasa! Harumasa! Ahh!” With that, both of you toppled over that edge together, and the feeling of his seed pumping into you, with the twitching and clenching of your walls… it just made more of his cum spurt out into you. Harumasa shook violently, his breath catching as his body shuddered and twitched at the overwhelming feelings his cock so sensitive after his release. The wheezing in his lungs starting to make his breathing sound more raspy. The sounds of your heavy breathing were heard… and the AC finally decided to cut off at that moment. Your foreheads fell against each other, just relishing in the closeness of the intimate moment.

Harumasa let his eyes flutter open, still hazy with a glaze of lust and exhaustion now. He could see the soft pink that dusted your cheeks, the way your lips were slick with a mix of your saliva and his, swollen and tender from all the kissing, and the way your eyes slowly opened to look into his. The words were on the tip of his tongue… eager to fill the silence. “I love you.” So close… so close that he started to open and close his mouth in attempts to stop himself. He couldn’t. It would be cruel to you. To tie you down and bring you down with him when he eventually turned to nothing… or turned into much worse.

“Harumasa.” Your soft voice snapped him out of his quickly spiraling thoughts. Your palm was warm and a little clammy against his cheek, and your lips tenderly brushed against his. A small and affectionate kiss… lacking lust or desire. Just a gesture of affection and the love you held for him. “Are you okay? Do you need your inhaler?” Ah, that was so like you wasn’t it…? After everything and the first thought that always came to you was making sure he was okay. He counted himself as incredibly lucky to have you… as his partner and his safe haven.

“Yeah… I’m okay. Just… need a minute to catch my breath.” He reached over and dug through his nightstand for a moment, grabbing his inhaler and taking a few deep breaths and the drugs eased the inflammation clawing at his lungs. All while your hands gently massaged his shoulders or rubbed up and down his arms. Once his breathing sounded more normal, you shifted your hips up and off of him. Harumasa winced and whimpered as you pulled him out of you, his golden eyes darting down to see the evidence of their actions. Your slick covered his softening cock in a light sheen, and some of his release and yours surrounding the base. When he shifted his gaze to your entrance, it was dripping with his seed in globs of white. He was tempted to shove his fingers inside and let you keep it all there, nestled in your warm cunt, but he held back.

He shifted in the bed, letting you take the spot beside him as he reached to drape the comforter and other blankets over you both. There were no words exchanged, just the quiet stillness of the late night. Pitter patter of feet outside his bedroom could be heard, but you both ignored the upset feline outside. Harumasa draped his arms around your waist, holding you close as he dipped his head to press his ear against your steadying heartbeat… the sound lulling him into a drowsiness. But before he would succumb to sleep… He whispered faintly.

“Thank you, (Y/N)… for everything.”

“You don’t have to thank me.” Your voice came softly, filled with just as much drowsiness. “The only thing I want… is to be by your side… and for you to keep living.”

Harumasa’s eyes widened slightly before his heart skipped a beat, a warm and gentle smile curling against his pale pink lips.

“Then you’re stuck with me, it seems. Just promise you’ll live with me, okay?”

With you by his side… his heart felt full, the pain felt lighter, and the nightmares didn’t dare to return when he had you by his side.

“Done reading? Why don’t you take a break! Relax~ I’ll still be here when you come back.”

[bittergoldeneyes]

-Life’s Sweetness-

Asaba Harumasa x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Just fluff. A Valentines at the office. (Lol, and I’m 2 days, almost 3, late to the party)

Word Count: 3.5K

Valentine’s Day, a day where people showed their affections for others through chocolates, flowers, or other obnoxious gifts. It was a holiday to poach money from people to persuade them if they didn’t somehow buy a gift for their lovers, their significant other didn’t care as much. A random act of kindness was much sweeter than any chocolate given on Valentine’s Day due to tradition or obligation.

But… you weren’t completely immune to falling into the scheme of buying gifts for the people you care for. Something small, but meaningful. Eacpsilly for a certain ebony haired man that just so happened to be your deskmate and partner.

Your sneakers made barely any noise as you stepped lightly through the H.S.O. Headquarters. A small fabric bag full of gifts slung on your shoulder and applying pressure to the muscles of your back from how heavy it was. Stepping around a corner, you noticed most of the desks in the office were already full of gifts already. Numerous bundles of flowers, plushies, and sugary sweets.

A small smile etched across your lips, and you walked into the quiet office before coming around to observe your desk. The white surface was bare, not a single gift or sickly sweet in sight. It shouldn’t affect you much, you were probably the most unpopular out of Section 6. Many people, especially Harumasa’s fans, disliked the idea of you being a part of Section 6. It was as if the public viewed you as an average among elites. You were still a rookie after all, but you always seemed to work best with Harumasa, which is why you were paired as partners a little while after your transfer.

Ignoring the bareness of your desk, you stepped over to Harumasa’s desk, which was -as you had predicted- the fullest of any other members. His fans were… what we like to called “unhinged.” There were numerous letters, some of which you could see had numbers in them, some with pictures, and even some with paragraphs upon paragraphs, likely pouring their heart out in hopes to ignite some parasocial relationship with him that was never going to happen. Hell, there were even plushies and fan drawings of him in some of this pile!

With a shake of your head, you dig around in your fabric bag, finally finding the bottle you were searching for. You placed a bitter gourd juice on his desk and a small bar of 99% cocoa dark chocolate. It was a far shot getting a chocolate bar, but you only hoped he would at least try it, seeing as it was one of the most bitter chocolates out there. A warmth blossomed on your cheeks seeing your gift differing so dramatically from others, surely he’d get suspicious. He was observant like that after all.

You couldn’t spend much time reminiscing, or else you would take back your gifts out of utter embarrassment and fear of getting found out. Before anyone else arrived, you went around to the other members desks, placing personalized gifts on their desks, pausing at Yanagi’s which was just as similar as yours, almost completely empty save for a few cards or sweets that splotched the space of her desk.

Once Yanagi arrived, you had already started on everyone’s coffee. A cup already made specifically for her ready with her name written prettily on the thick plastic holder with sharpie.

“Oh, (Y/N). Good morning.” She gives you a small smile, a stack of papers and a folder neatly pressed against her chest in her arms. “You’re here early?”

“Oh, good morning, Yanagi. I decided to come early to make everyone’s coffee. Thought it would be a nice start to the day.” Your expression remained cool and neutral, not giving away that you had come early to give everyone gifts. You handed her the coffee, watching her take a satisfied sip before sighing in bliss.

“It’s perfect. Thank you.” She says and places a gloved hand over your shoulder as a kind gesture of appreciation. Her glasses gleaming off the light of the lights above.

The other members of Section 6 filed in shortly after. Miyabi was practically drooling over the melon left on her desk, her eyes ignoring anything other than the voluptuous fruit. She wasted no time cutting into the juicy sphere and placing a slice into her watering mouth. Her ears shuddered in happiness, her eyes closing in bliss. Soukaku just devoured any snacks that sat on her desk, but especially enjoying the spicy snacks you had left her.

And last but not least, fashionably late as always, Asaba Harumasa. His slender frame walked through the entrance, his hands already crossed behind his head with a small yawn already leaving his mouth. Drowsiness blinked from his eyes as the glimmering gold of his eyes focused on the mountain of gifts and accessories laid practically covering his desk space.

“Oh? What’s all the fuss about? You shouldn’t have guys~” His lips tugged into a teasing grin, his frame shadowing behind you before he came to investigate the objects occupying his space. “Didn’t know I was so popular. It’s about ten or twenty gifts more than I got last year.”

Was he… seriously bragging right now?

“Well, ‘Mr. Popular’ your coffee is in the pot over there. Still warm.” You interject, pointing your finger over to the coffee machine, pure black coffee brewed to perfection from an intelligent machine sitting in the pot simmering.

“Awe~ just for me? I knew you liked me somewhere deep down!” His hands clasped together dramatically, bringing them to press against one of his cheeks while his mouth upturned into a wide appreciative smile. “You don’t seem as popular. Want some of my gifts? I’m not going to touch most of this just from a quick glance.”

“I want it!” Soukaku raised her hand wildly, sitting up from her desk.

“Hey! I was offering them to (Y/N) first!” Harumasa argued back, pouting as you beckoned Soukaku over without a seconds hesitation. “You know, now I’m starting to think you actually hate me…”

“Oh don’t be dramatic, Harumasa.” You scold lightly, rolling your eyes at his dramatics as you let Soukaku pick and choose what she wanted from Harumasa’s mountain of sweets and snacks. “I would much rather Soukaku enjoy them than me. I can always buy my own valentines stuff. I’ve done it before.”

Harumasa was oddly quiet after your comment, but you didn’t think too much about it.

Once Soukaku went back to her desk with a newfound spark of happiness with her newly acquired food, you sat back down with a sigh before looking at your thick stack of paperwork. Your fingers held your favorite pen loosely, wrist fluidly gliding over the wooden desk as you signed off and detailed your boring reports.

Every now and then, you would glance over at Harumasa. Of course, he wasn’t doing any paperwork whatsoever, and the due dates had long since past. His eyes were instead skimming through some of the obnoxious valentines gifts hoarding his space. A plethora of colorful expressions crossed his face, ranging from horror, disgust, and light hearted smiles. There was even one point he practically slammed a card closed with a red blush on his cheeks, obviously something he didn’t want to have seen or read.

After some time passed, Harumasa was shredding almost every card or picture he’d gotten. His fans really were unhinged. The only few he kept were either from kids or genuine words of appreciation and admiration from fans. Sugary sweet candies and chocolates were tossed in the trash, plushies given to Soukaku or if there was one of himself, offered to you with a flirtatiously teasing wink and a mischievous smile.

It was almost as if he had saved your gift especially for last. His gloved hands picked up the bitter chocolate you’d gotten him, inspecting it curiously before flipping it to the back to read more of the nutrition facts and ingredients. Curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to open the bar and break off a small piece of from the corner. The piece disappeared behind his soft plush pink lips, jaw moving slowly, savoring the bitter richness of the chocolate. A second piece was then broken off and slotted between his lips once more, his eyes closing in concentration.

And the ever clever mind of Asaba Harumasa was just that, clever.

He never really opened up much about himself, especially to the press or any fans or social media posts. He kept his personal life locked behind iron bars only few had the privilege of glimpsing inside. Section 6 was one of those privileged few, as well as the siblings that ran Random Play. It narrowed down his suspicions on who sent these gifts.

The letter gave you away.

‘May the bitter tastes and flavors make life feel sweeter. Your life deserves the sweetest things.’

How cheesy. Only you would think of something that cheesy and heartfelt to write in a card accompanied by gifts he would enjoy. The letter was signed by a straight line, precise and strict, almost as if you were drawing a line you didn’t dare want to cross no matter how much you or him edged it.

Harumasa didn’t acknowledge you for the gifts you’d gotten him, much more interested to see what you would do next. Would you admit you were the one who placed them there in the wee hours of dawn? Would you remain anonymous, treating him the same as always, but locking your heart tightly away in fears of having him slip through your fingers too soon as he eventually would.

The next day came similarly to the last. Gifts appeared on the desks of Section 6, all except for yours. Yanagi got an expensive bottle of her favorite hair product and a new sleeping mask for small breaks in the office. Miyabi got a multitude of new brushes for her woven scrolls and another melon, this time bigger and flavored a bit differently. Soukaku got some new art supplies for her doodles in the office and some stickers.

Lastly, Harumasa got a new choker, an ink stamp of his signature (ahem, for his lazy nature to help with paperwork), and an expensive leather archery glove, much better than his current one that looked worn and tattered at the edges. The choker was a smooth and crisp leather, narrowed slightly where his Adam’s apple would press flush against the material. A yellow gem sparkled under the light, shimmering a similar shade to his smoldering golden eyes.

“Oh, that looks nice, Asaba.” Yanagi comments, papers hugged to her chest per usual as she adjusted her glasses and looked over the gifts he’d gotten. “Someone clearly admires you strongly.”

“It seems that way.” Harumasa comments, looking over the gifts with a strangely conflicted yet heartfelt expression. His deft fingers toyed with the choker in his hands, running a smooth thumb over the expanse of the light leather inked black. “Did you get some too, Tsukishiro?”

“I did.” She answers swiftly. “Everyone’s gotten very unique gifts these past two days. I suspect it’s someone from the agency. They’re all very carefully selected for each of us.” Her glasses shine off the light as her dark pink eyes shifted to your empty desk. “The only one who hasn’t gotten one of these gifts is (Y/N). She has been arriving early these past few days.”

Harumasa shifted his gaze to your desk, clean and empty albeit a neatly stacked pile of papers and a picture sat diagonally to your computer of you, him, and the rest of Section 6. Your chair sat vacant, as it had for hours as you helped out a different section with their reports and management of files.

A frown etched onto his pale pink lips, dark ebony brows furrowing as he thought to himself. Now that he had confirmed to himself that it was you giving him and everyone else these personal gifts, he needed to get you something right? His conscious (and heart) wouldn’t let your kindness go unpaid. After all, the gifts you got weren’t cheap by any means.

You were too kind for your own good sometimes. Always taking care of his gruesome paperwork when he was on sick leave or just too tired or lazy to do it. Making his coffee in the morning along with any other member that hadn’t been there at the office yet. Giving away any of your food or medical supplies to Soukaku or him in hollows when you yourself needed those things too. And even now, helping another section get out of whatever mess they’ve caused themselves with their files.

The day before valentines was no different than the last two, gifts once more on everyone’s desks. Except there was one thing different. There were flowers on your desk. A small vase full of tulips, roses, carnations, and hydrangeas. It was something you weren’t expecting at all, but it wasn’t something unpleasant you didn’t welcome. The card attached to the thin transparent plastic piece read ‘Thanks for helping Section 4, I owe you one. Let me know what you want ;).’ The note had the second in command of Section 4’s phone number signed with a winking face and his name on it, very clearly implying he had taken an interest in courting you somehow.

Your cheeks blossomed with warmth after reading the small letter card attached to the bouquet. It was at this time, Harumasa walked in, earlier than normal he might add. His eyes were immediately drawn to the decently sized object obscuring your desk. Naturally, his sharp golden gaze didn’t miss the tint of pink coloring your cheeks, a foreign feeling twisting in his gut.

“Oh? Who’s this from? You got a secret admirer or somethin’?” Harumasa inquires, a faux smile on his face as he leaned over you to snatch up the card from the thin plastic stick. Despite your protest, he turned himself around from you to keep your arms at bay from snatching it back before he finished investigating. “The guy from Section 4? Heh, how cute, he even left you his number. Such a gentleman!”

His tone was bitter, almost as bitter as the medicine he pocketed in his mouth on a regular basis. The expression he was making didn’t match the intensity his eyes shown. A teasing grin pulled taut over his mouth, but his brows creased and twitching ever so slightly, golden irises having a darker glint in them than their normal mischievous shine. It didn’t help his stomach was knotting up more and more and his heart was beating firmer against his ribcage.

“Don’t be mean, Harumasa!” You finally pulled the card out of his strong gloved hands and fitted the card back between the thin flimsy plastic in the vase of flowers. “I don’t need him to owe me anything. I was just doing my job. I am appreciative of the gesture.”

“In that case, want me to walk down and tell him you won’t be calling him then? I’d be more than happy to do that for my wonderfully kind partner!” His attitude perked up, gloved hands coming to rub together evilly, eager to shoot down a man’s flirtatious gesture towards you. He did have a knack for pissing people off.

“That… won’t be necessary, thank you.” You replied wearily, confused by his sudden change in behavior. “Oh!” Your eyes flickered to his throat, a new choker adorning his slender neck. The yellow gem gleamed in the light, brightening up his already pale skin and accentuating the features of his neck. “That new choker looks really good on you, Harumasa.”

“You think so?” The way he smiles makes you regret even saying anything. He raises his right hand, his new archers glove wrapped snuggly around. His fingers trailed suggestively down his Adam’s apple, down to flick the small gem before trailing his fingers down to the edge of his buttoned shirt. Your eyes couldn’t help but follow his pretty fingers, and he seemed to know that. “It does doesn’t it? An admirer of mine got it for me~ I’m so lucky~”

“That you are, Harumasa.” Your smile faltered slightly, your cheeks flushing as you finally tore your gaze away from his neck and half exposed clavicle “it’s nice to be admired from time to time.” Your fingers reached out to gently run the pads of your fingers over the petals of some of the roses that sat in a small corner of your desk. “Lets you know that someone cares enough to show it to you through small acts of service. Or words of praise and appreciation. Or even gifts. Though I much prefer something like that on a random non-special day than a holiday or occasion.”

Harumasa listened to your words intently, liquid gold eyes watching your fingers tenderly touch the flowers another man had gotten you. The first gift you’d gotten for the upcoming Valentine’s day. His cheeks puffed into a pout, strong yet thin arms coming to cross over his tone chest.

When Valentine’s Day officially arrived, Harumasa came into the office on time, frankly a little early. An incredibly large and obnoxious bouquet of flowers in tow as he sat it on your desk loudly, startling you out of your focused daze of paperwork. It startled the other members of Secruon 6 too, especially Harumasa arriving early! The flowers took up practically the entire space in front of your desk! You didn’t even believe they made bouquets that big!

“H-Harumasa what is this?” You ask bewildered, eyeing all the pretty flowers perfectly arranged to accentuate all the species of flora in their own aspects. Roses were the most common among them, varying in color and size. “I-it’s so big!”

“Well, I couldn’t just let someone show me up in getting my partner a gift can I?” He replies proudly, triumphantly picking up the bouquet of flowers you received yesterday. “There’s no need for these anymore right? I’ll help you clear them out!”

Without giving you any time to protest he dropped the other flowers into the garbage can, a sly and victorious smile plastered over his face. It was then you noticed a small red ribbon clipped to his inky bangs, sparkly with a little cat pendant in the middle. His hands placed on his hips proudly, holding his nose high.

“Besides! Your best gift is right in front of you.” He placed a dramatic hand on his chest, slender digits splaying over the expanse of his chest. “Having me as your ever so trustworthy, hardworking, dashing partner!” You couldn’t help but laugh at his sudden change in behavior. He was acting like a child, exaggerating himself for your praise and favor. “H-Hey! I’m trying to be serious here!”

You adored the way a gentle pink dusted his pale cheeks, his arms instead coming to cross over his chest with his lips puckered in a kiddish pout. His gaze was averted, ebony locks slightly obscuring the visage of his golden eyes. A warm hand came into contact with the exposed flesh of his arm, making him jump, but soon relax once he realized that warmth was coming from you and your tender touch.

“Harumasa.” You say his name gently, sweetly, almost as if you were addressing him as your lover. You squeezed against his forearm lightly, a genuine and incredibly warm smile painting over your lips. “Thank you. I’m very lucky, to have a partner like you. I wouldn’t want anyone else.”

Harumasa’s eyes widened, face exploding in blossoms of red that rivaled the roses on your desk. He pulled away from your touch quickly, coughing lightly before covering his mouth with a gloved hand, his other hand coming up to put some distance between the two of you.

“Ahem! Uh, it’s hot in here isn’t it? I’m going to grab some fresh air for maybe an hour or so, maybe I won’t even come back now that I think about it.” He turned on his heel, footsteps quick as he approached the entrance. His ears peeked out from beneath his dark hair, flushed just as red if not redder than his face. “Anyways! You guys got this without me, right? See ya!”

And just like that, Harumasa was gone. The office was quiet, everyone having witnessed the exchange between the two of you due to his boisterous entrance. Yanagi didn’t even try to stop him when he decided he was going to leave. You couldn’t help but think about what an odd, yet wonderful devoted companion he was. You truly were lucky to have him.

Your gaze suddenly caught the sight of a card nestled between some of the stems of the flowers, small and barely noticeable. Carefully extracting the card, you flipped it open carefully, Harumasa’s surprisingly neat and beautiful penmanship decorating the white paper. Your eyes widened slightly, a blush dusting over your cheeks before they closed with a shake of your head. You pocketed the card, a reminder to yourself to thank him. Your heart hammered against your ribcage, butterflies fluttering around in your stomach as you replayed the words written on the paper to yourself again.

‘Life is already sweet enough with you by my side. -Harumasa, your ever devoted partner ;3

“Done reading? Why don’t you take a break! Relax~ I’ll still be here when you come back.”