morii ࿔

lasting for a very short time; a fleeting moment

[ephemeeraal]

─── Are you kidding me?

Playing Tomodachi Life: Living the Dream with Sukuna! <( •̀ᴖ•́)>

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After days and spending every second begging asking your beloved boyfriend, Sukuna, to buy the recently released Tomodachi Life for you, he reluctantly gave in.

Mostly because you kept whining and following him everywhere. I mean, everywhere.

"'Kunaa, buy me Tomodachi!" You whined as he cooked.

"Sigh, if only a great boyfriend would BUY Tomodachi for me…" You exclaimed the word "buy" to his ears as he lazed around the couch.

"Man, this would be the perfect time to play Tomodachi Life if I had one," you coughed obnoxiously loud behind him as he played on his PC with his friends.

The sun shined bright, the rays peeking through the gaps of your curtains. His crimson eyes fluttered open and he was already greeted by the sight of you staring at him with puppy dog eyes. The moment you opened your mouth to start speaking, he pinched your lips together before you could let a word out.

"Babe, I just woke up," he groggily grumbled, brain still foggy with sleep. "Give me a second, will you?"

You huffed and shook your head stubbornly, grabbing his fingers off your lips. "C'mon, Ryooo… Pleasee? I promise it will be real fun playing Tomodachi with me!"

"No," Sukuna rubbed his face with one hand and threw his legs over the covers, getting up to go to the bathroom. You didn't hesitate to scramble off and follow him closely from behind.

"Baby, please!" "No."

Every waking second, that's how Sukuna has been spending it. I mean, you seem so desparate for it, why not just agree, right? Well, he enjoys that look on your face. And it strokes his ego.

But even Ryomen Sukuna has his own limits.

"Babe… my wonderful and amazing king of curses, boyfriend, Ryomen Sukuna… PLEASE!" You whined on the bathroom floor, a pout on your face and pulling the widest eyes you could do.

…Sukuna sighed and grabbed the back of your shirt, yanking you back on your feet and shooing you out. "Fine! Fine, I'll buy your darn game. Just get out already!"

You immediately squealed once he agreed and kissed his cheeks, "You're the best!"

Once the bathroom door shut behind you and he heard your singing voice fade away, he sighed and finally relaxed on the toilet seat… He was aware you were desperate but not that desperate to the point you would watch him take a shit.

The time he finally bought your game, you immediately tugged him to the couch and opened up your switch, giggling and kicking your feet in excitement as the game started. Sukuna didn't want to admit it, but it was quite entertaining to see you so focused on drawing your Mii's.

"Babe, look! I made you, me, and Satoru!"

Sukuna snapped out of his daze and rose an eyebrow, tilting his head down to glance at the switch screen. There, he saw a miniature version of you, him, and that blue eyed freak—smirking at him and swaying its hips. "Why the fuck is Satoru there?"

"Because that's dada—OW! You didn't need to hit me?!" You huffed and rub your forehead, playfully hitting him back with your foot. "I just wanted to add him, is that so wrong?"

"Yes? Why would you add him when I'm there?" "Because I want to, why would I need a reason?"

You didn't hesitate to retort back as you tapped on your switch, a smile tugging on the corner of your lips as you snickered beneath your breath. Sukuna clearly didn't find it funny and he isn't exactly the type of person to let things slide easily.

THUD!

Sukuna yanked your leg and pinned you down, a sinister smile on his face as he looked down on you.

You blinked when your world suddenly spun around and sheepishly smiled up at him.

"H- hey… Baby, I can just remove him—babe? Baby! NO!" You burst out into laughter and squirmed, his fingers easily finding your tickle spot. "Sukuna! Stop, I'm going to kick you on the face!"

"Take it, you brat."

He tickled you for a solid ten seconds and only stopped when he saw your face turning red, clearly out of breath from the quick torture. "Now, say: I'm sorry, my king."

Sukuna mocked on top of you, his fingers ready for another round if you dared to give him attitude. You huff and puff beneath him, catching your breath and rolling your eyes.

"Sorry, my king…" You grumbled.

After spending the whole day playing the newly purchased game Sukuna finally bought for you, you eventually decided to take a break and pass the switch down to him.

"Ryo, try to get us together. 'm going to take a quick nap, 'kay?" You yawned and plop your head down on his lap, curling up into a ball and tucking the blanket below your chin.

Why would expect him to play this boring game you spent days begging for? Sukuna placed his phone down he was using, "What? Babe, I'm not playing this shitty game," but by the time he looked at you, you were already passed out like light, snoring softly through your nose.

Sukuna groaned and rub a hand down his face, turning his gaze to the switch and your mini version staring at him with a smile. How cute. You're lucky he's a little curious about this game.

"No one on this island can beat loving sukuna more than me! No one!" Your little Mii shouted in the screen before going back to its bright smile. Loving Sukuna, huh? Sukuna giggled before quickly concealing it away. Maybe this game can be entertaining…

He watched your Mii closely, following it around the island as it does its thing. Your Mii tapped the streetlight repeatedly, sang on a patch of grass, ran around and spoke to itself, then went back to walking. Just as Sukuna was getting bored and planned to set your and his Mii's up—just like you requested—he went to his Mii and hovered over just for a cutscene to be shown.

What's up with Sukuna?

Sukuna watched his miniature version bump onto your Mii on accident and was sent flying wayyy into Satoru's arms.

"Are you alright?" Satoru's stupid Mii spoke up to the blushing mini Sukuna.

"Are you kidding me?! NO, little Sukuna, you aren't falling for him!" He shouted into a ball of fury causing you to stir awake from the commotion, blearly opening your eyes and checking on the switch.

"You fell in love with Satoru?" You snorted and laugh once you realized Sukuna's situation. The screen turned pink, Sukuna's Mii waiting for a response if he really is in love with Satoru for catching him or not. You tried to grab the switch to say yes because, why not? But Sukuna practically shoved you away before you even could.

"No, I am not allowing this! I am deleting his character!"

Your eyes widened from Sukuna's furious declaration and you quickly tackled him onto the couch, trying to reach for the switch before he could delete your hardwork. "Ryomen Sukuna, don't!"

"Who are you to order me around?" He grunted as you tugged his pink hair, pushing your face away with one hand as the button hover over the "delete mii" on Satoru's character.

It will cost $33 in moving fees to remove this Mii. Are you sure you want to proceed?

"Yes!" "No!"

You will no longer be able to see Satoru. Are you really sure you want to remove him?

"For fuck sake, yes!" He tapped on the remove button repeatedly as you straddled his back, still desperately trying to reach for the switch as you two rolled around on the couch. But alas, it was too late.

Satoru moved away…

Your face fell as the screen turned black and Sukuna gladly gave your switch back now that Satoru is gone. "Sukunaaa! I worked hard creating him, you know!" Your voice was filled with disappointment and rage, glaring daggers at him as you smacked him in the head.

"Whatever, he didn't deserve to be there anyway—" "You're sleeping on the couch and I'm banning you from your gadgets."

You got up with an annoyed whine, stomping your feet as you curse Sukuna beneath your breath.

.

.

.

"Haha, very funny. You're joking… right?" Sukuna followed you, the smug look on his face fading the more you walked away from him.

This wasn't exactly the first time he pissed you off in a game.

Playing Roblox with him, he would always target you and kill you first before the others. You had to scam him in Adopt Me and match avatars with Satoru for revenge. He flipped out that day, by the way.

Playing Minecraft, he would always threaten to kill your pets (he did, once, on accident but you never found out because he replaced it), the reason is because they were freaking named "Satoru" or "Toru".

Playing It Takes Two, he would miss every shot on purpose so you would fail the challenge. You guys didn't progress for two whole hours. And, as always, the reason was because you mentioned Satoru, again… You just said the character's blue hair reminded you of Satoru's eyes and that fat character reminded you of him! You just love rage baiting Sukuna, his reaction is always funny.

Anyway, is it your fault you wanted to add your best friend in everything?

Playing games with Sukuna stinks… maybe next time just don't include Satoru in everything to spite him.

[ephemeeraal]

─── Quiet would be nice.

Leon Kennedy taking care of reader! ( ‘• ω • `)

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"Hey, are you busy?" "Can you help me, please?" "You'll be assigned to—" Those were the words you've been hearing—do this, do that, go there—haven't you done enough? This week has been tiring, really tiring. People were rambling your ears off; instead of doing their assigned task, passing their responsibilities down to you when you already have a lot on your plate, you couldn't even see your desk anymore from the papers and pens scattered around. You didn't have the time to declutter, they made everything due on the same time—causing you to rush things and stay up late. It was a miracle you even got back home from the amount of things you were given. You got up from your desk after spending several hours of hunching over piles of paper. Your wrist and knuckles hurt from writing, your back and rear is sore from sitting on the same spot the whole day, your neck is stiff from looking down. At long last, you were done and could stretch your limbs. Packing your things and arranging the mess on your table, you can finally leave and go back home. Tap-tap-tap-tap The clicking of your shoes reaches your ears, you notice the building is quiet; No one was whispering in the corridors or behind the doors, no one was writing nor typing on their device, no one is rushing you to submit before deadline—and you finally let the tension from your shoulders down. You didn't even realize you were this tense or stiff. It was nice to breathe and take in your surroundings outside the papers. You turned your gaze towards the window, dark clouds were forming in the sky, covering the sun and the bright blue horizon. You wonder, is it gonna rain? If it rained, would the street flood? Would the bus' break down? Do you even have an umbrella with you? It didn't say in the news if it was gonna rain today, so it shouldn't, right? You took a step outside the building after riding the elevator, bidding the guards goodbye with your last bit of energy before stepping out. Pit-pat-pit-pat It was drizzling. You spread your hand in front of you to feel the rain on your palm, hiding beneath the awning. You sighed, the exhaustion is settling in your bones. You felt envy as you saw people walking in the streets with their umbrella. How lucky for them—can't you have luck on your side too? Luckily for you, the bus stop is nearby, no more than a minute away.

Leon was settled back in their shared home, watching TV to pass time. For once, he wasn't being an agent and fighting for his life—it felt unreal to him, to just sit down and watch instead of being in the field. The house was clean and organized. Though, he isn't usually home, he still contributes by doing the chores he can do. He's aware of your exhaustion, and stressful week. Whenever you had the chance to, you’d open up about the things that had been pressuring you lately. He was the rock that you’d lean onto. He made sure the house was clean and decluttered, knowing you would want to come home to a clean environment. He glanced at the clock on the wall, it was starting to get late and you were still not home. He's getting worried, especially since it's raining outside. He considered sending a message or even calling you; but if he knew you any better, you were probably asleep in the bus right now—especially when you're drained. Maybe he should prepare you a bath. Yeah, he'll do just that. Leon followed his subconscious and went towards the bathroom, walking through the hallway. Your shared home wasn't anything fancy despite the money he earns—it's simple and built just for their comfort. Back in his old apartment he only had a carpet in the middle of his room, including a TV across his bed. It was bland, and boring, just how his life was before he met you. You brought the sun back into his life after everything he'd been through. You taught him how to live again, how to love, how to be loved, and how it's okay to be vulnerable. You made him realize the beauty in living again. As Leon walked through the hall, remembering the moments you two shared. He stumbled upon a photo frame among the shelves. With a small smile, he carefully took it out just to observe it closer—it's a photo of the two of you. You were smiling, grin reaching your ears while Leon stared at your face with adoration instead at the camera. He still remembers that moment as if it was yesterday. You got upset at him after taking the picture, complaining he wasn't staring at the camera. "Leon, you weren't looking!" Your voice echoed in his head and he chuckled. You were upset but you still kept it at the end. He then carefully placed it back at its spot and went back to walking towards the bathroom. He still needs to make you a bath.

Luck wasn't by your side after all. When you reached the bus stop, the driver told you there were some difficulties with the vehicle. An oil engine problem and it would take a solid two hours to get it working again. You felt yourself getting drained bit by bit. All you wanted was to go home and just rest, maybe a cup of water before bed. You thought to yourself, "Luck really isn't by my side", now you have to walk in the rain without an umbrella if you wanted to get home before dinner. On your way home, you clutched your bag desperately around your arms in order to keep your things dry from the rain. You wanted to buy yourself an umbrella but conveniently, each store ran out and didn't have any extra stock. Is the world laughing at you right now? You could have used your bag as a makeshift umbrella to keep your head dry. You already contemplated which one to prioritize and you chose your bag—those books and papers are important, you can't risk losing a single one from the rain because you spent hours working on it—you didn't want to go through that again. You could just take a shower anyway. People walked past you with pity in their eyes, whispering to themselves: "How awful! I wouldn't want to walk in the cold rain after a long day," who would? Frustration bubbled up in you, instead of them whispering to themselves, can't they be kind enough to share their umbrella with you? You held your bag closer to your chest, staring down at the ground as you picked up the pace. You wanted to run away from the voices, you wanted some quietness. Your eyes stung with tears, your throat starts to tighten, you felt a throb on your forehead—this was the last thing you wanted. How desperate you were to be in the comfort of your bed, away from the world and everyone with just the sound of the rain outside your window. With your blurry vision from the rain and tears, you lift your chin up and saw the silhouette of your home. How fast have you been walking? Or were you just too busy wallowing in your thoughts to pay attention from how far your home is? But nonetheless, you were getting closer to having a break.

Leon heard the front door clicking open and he got up from his seat to greet you, parting his lips just to see you drenched to the bones. He looked at you worriedly, taking a slow step, "Hey, you alright?" You gulped and nodded your head, slipping your shoes off and avoiding his gaze. You didn't bother to wipe your tears earlier because of the rain, you just hope Leon isn't sharp enough to notice. He waited for context but realized you wouldn't be speaking anytime soon, watching you bend down and slip your footwear into the shoe rack, he made an attempt to check your face. You didn't hide away since you knew that would just make it obvious; you let him observe you. His gaze moved to your eyebrows, then your lips, then your eyes. Though, it wasn't out in the open, he could sense the frustration in you. Leon didn't press you to speak up, he let you come to him on your own pace. "C'mon, I prepared a bath for you." That was one of the things you love about Leon. He's still and always there—never pushed past the line you draw. A small smile cracked on your face and you followed behind him, letting him guide you through the comfort of your shared home. Entering the bathroom, you saw the tub filled with warm water and bubbles. "You did this for me?" You wondered, turning your head to Leon who nodded. "Yeah, I did. I know you've been tired and tense these past days and I wanted to do something for you." He prepared a towel and placed it on the counter, "Just call me if you need anything," then left the bathroom to give you some time alone—looking at you one more time before closing the door. As Leon left he went to the kitchen to cook dinner for the both of you while you rest.

Meanwhile, you were already soaking in the bathtub, the warm water seeping through your skin and replacing the exhaustion in your bones with tranquillity. This is exactly what you need. No task given to you, no one ranting your ears off, just you and your thoughts. A nap would be nice. Taking advantage of the moment, you let your eyelids drop and forget the stressful week—as if it never happened.

…It's hot. You feel lightheaded, your body is burning yet it's freezing simultaneously. Your eyes flutter open and you were hit with a wave of nauseousness. The ceiling lights were too bright, the water is getting cold, your head throbs in pain. How long have you been asleep? The smell of food outside the door comforts you, giving you the energy to get out of the tub and change into a new fresh of clothes. You stood on your feet and your vision immediately blurs, the room spins and you saw black dots in the corner of your sight—to make it worse, your ears started to ring. You reached for the tub behind you and knelt down on the cold porcelain tiles, squeezing your eyes shut. You can barely move, your body hurts and you felt your last bit of energy get drained. "Leon…" you mumbled, outstretching your hand towards the towel on the counter. You have to cover up your body before calling out for help. Leon, who just finished cooking dinner, heard your voice in the kitchen. "Leon..!" A little louder this time and he rushed to your direction. He called out your name and his hand hovered over the door knob, "Are you alright?" …No response. He waited for a solid second before pushing the door open, "I'm coming in," he declared and prepared himself for the sight that will greet him in the bathroom. You heard the sound of the door opening and you didn't make an effort to open your eyes, fingers clutching tightly on the towel around your body. You felt warm hands on your shoulders, steadying you, and heard his voice in your ears. He was trying to keep you awake and asked what happened but before you could respond, you blacked out. Leon felt your body get heavier in his hands and quickly cupped the back of your head to his chest before you could fall forward. He pressed his palm on your forehead, frowning from how warm your skin is. You were already worn out this entire week and now your efforts got you sick. Strong arms wrapped around your body and you were lifted into the air, the sounds of steps and rustling sheets reaching your ears. He carefully tucked you into your bed and pulled the blanket over your chin. You stirred, mumbling something beneath your breath as your eyebrows furrow from discomfort. "Shh," Leon whispered, gently running his thumb over your forehead to soothe your pain. "Don't worry about anything. I'll take care of you." He left your side to make you some porridge, the rain still pouring outside. It was cold but the warmth of your blanket and his lingering touch, eased the ache within you.

Leon was hesitant to leave you alone, especially in your current state but he knew you need some nutrients before going to sleep. He kept your door ajar so he can hear your voice easier if you ever called out. He never liked it whenever you got sick, high fever or just a cold, he didn't prefer one over the other—both still pains you. It wasn't because you turn insufferable—it's because you didn't deserve it. As he prepared a pot and poured the ingredients he needed for a porridge, he thought of ways to comfort you. Maybe you needed a hug? Some water? Some painkillers? You need a cold towel for your forehead—he noted down mentally. He couldn't help but think how it's his fault you were in this condition. If only he checked the weather forecast if it was going to rain, if only he prepared an umbrella in your bag, if only he messaged or called you earlier, you wouldn't have gotten sick. He blamed himself for your fever even if it wasn't his fault. With a sigh, he shook his head, pouring the now finished porridge into a bowl. You heard the sound of his steps getting closer, heavy eyes opening just enough to see him. Leon saw you awake and he carefully pulled a chair by the bed. "How are you feeling?" He asked, scooping a spoonful of porridge with a spoon. "Bad," you muttered, your throat sore and voice hoarse. You wished to say more but you couldn't. Leon hummed and fed you the porridge, wiping the corner of your lips with his thumb. After a few more spoonfuls without protest, Leon spoke up again: "I'll be back—" You watched him put the bowl down on the nightstand and you shook your head, weakly grabbing his wrist to keep him from walking away. "Stay." "—You need a towel for your forehead, you're burning up." Leon reasoned, squeezing your hand reassuringly before peeling it off his wrist. "It will be quick." You couldn't protest more and you sighed, half-lidded eyes turning to the window. The world may be against you but at least you have Leon to lean onto. He was trying his best and you too. By the time Leon came back, a wet towel in hand, he saw you deep asleep—shoulders relaxed, eyelids closed shut, and a slow; steady breathing pattern. A fond smile tugged on his lips as he quietly sat down by your side, setting the fabric on your heated forehead—cupping and caressing your cheek after with his calloused thumb. You leaned instinctively into his touch, seeking for comfort. He wishes he can take your pain and stress away, carry your burdens for you. "Thank you, Leon." You mumbled in your sleep, as if sensing his inner turmoil and longing to ease him as he does to you. Warmth bloomed in Leon's chest. He should be comforting you, not the other way around—little does he know you didn't need words to feel contented. You just need the weight of his presence. Leon whispered quietly, "Rest well, you deserve it."