headache-- haitani ran x reader
AHHH it's my first fanfic ever hehe. very rough around the edges obvi cause I'm new to writing but I hope it's somewhat enjoyable. i just recovered from a rly unbearable migraine so that is where I got this idea. lmk if there's any characters you would like me to write for, I'm honestly rly open, but I only am going to write sfw so pls don't request nsfw :) thank you bye :3
content: sfw, mentions of drinking/partying
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your head relentlessly pounding, aura forming in the corner of your eye. shit. tonight was supposed to be a night to let loose from all the stress of the week.
a close friend of yours, rindou, was hosting one of his legendary parties. to tell the truth, you had been waiting all week for this. day after day of your exhausting job had left you with only one desire--to go absolutely wild. though, your head had other plans.
a migraine to be specific. and an especially nasty one at that. you stagger inside, away from the outdoor pool and chaos to get some quiet. hopefully, this will just subside. tonight will not be ruined.
"y/nnnnn!" a whine could be heard, though muffled through the blaring music rindou was djing. sanzu was doing what he was best at, shoving his nose in other people's businesses, though you did appreciate that he looked like he was somewhat being considerate. "where are you goingggggg?" he slurred. oh. okay scratch the considerate part he is just absolutely hammered. and shouldn't be in the pool. you could totally imagine him drowning now.
"get out of the pool, dipshit!" you call, advancing farther toward the door, your vision skewing slightly as the dizziness begins. closing the sliding door behind you, the chill of the a/c swept over your body giving you goosebumps. you were desperate for some dry clothes, painkillers, and a nap. a small nap. you were going to enjoy this night.
you fumbled through your bag, randomly thrown in some corner of the haitani's living room and retrieved your clothes. you headed immediately to the bathroom, not even thinking where you were going. you had this house's layout completely memorized from all the drunken nights spent here living it up.
once inside you stared at yourself in the mirror for a few seconds. "I am way too sober to be this dizzy." you slipped on your dry clothes, feeling a little self conscious by how casual they were--just an oversized t-shirt and shorts. it was a pool party and these were just your clothes to sleep in if when you ended up too drunk to find your way home and needed to pass out on the couch. it was, however, preferable to the wet swimsuit that you had been wearing up until now.
"okay. just a little nap. setting the timer. taking the painkillers. I will have fun tonight," you mumble to yourself when exiting the bathroom. thankfully the couch is close, you don't have to go far. the only thing along the hallway that is closer to the living room is ran's bedroom door, and word is that he is indulging in one of his entirely too long sleep sessions.
or that's what you thought. until you saw his lanky form leaned up against the door frame, now entirely self conscious of the outfit that was practically pajamas that you were wearing.
"you don't look so good," he hummed sleepily, "too much to drink? it's still so early," a lazy grin plastered across his face. the same lazy grin that had the butterflies in your stomach doing backflips every time you saw it.
"I wish," you responded. "my head picked the worst time to have a migraine." he tilted his head slightly, thinking. then he gestured for you to come inside his room. you looked at him with a look of apprehension, but were quickly calmed by "relax, I'm just giving you painkillers. I have the extra strength kind."
although he was just doing a good deed, you were entirely aware that you were in his bedroom. in your pajamas. despite all the time you've spent in this house, it was your first time in his room. you were rindou's friend after all, and most of the time spent was in the more open party-oriented areas. you swallowed, becoming entirely too aware of your heartbeat as you watched him fumble through his stuff.
"here," he handed you a couple of pills and a glass of water off his nightstand. it felt childish to get butterflies over the fact he gave you his water. he's just a nonchalant guy after all, and a flirt at that.
you gulped down the medicine and sighed. "okay just a little bit of shut eye and then I'll be brand new!" though you were starting to believe that less and less the more you reassured yourself. you uttered a brief "thanks" for the medicine and began making your way towards the door.
"you're totally gonna sleep through that alarm. nap in here and I'll wake you." your heart practically drops to your stomach. what? in here? with him? your mind starts jumping to all these ridiculous conclusions when you have to quickly remind yourself. he is a flirt, this is what he does. it doesn't mean anything. as much as you want to instantly give in, you tease back.
"oh? says the person who can sleep through an entire day? you'd never remember to wake me." this only earns an eyebrow raise and a smug grin from ran. he lessens the distance between you until its excruciatingly close, lifts your chin up slightly to look him in the eye (you had been avoiding eye contact at all costs, naturally), and...
"you never know until you try," he said in a voice so quiet it was almost a whisper. excitement ran through your veins but also something else. irritation. that feeling that you are enjoying this way more than him. that he is probably just playing around. you loved this little dance, but you were also scared. scared that if you gave in to one of his offers that this little crush would only grow. that you would fall deeper into your infatuation only to get hurt. so you swallowed your pride, gazed up into those purple eyes with intent, and asked
"are you fucking with me haitani?"
"only if you want me to," he winked, not taking the question seriously, not sensing the seriousness of your tone. that is, until you didn't crack a smile. you didn't chuckle and roll your eyes like you always did when he made a flirty comment. you just stared at him. that scared him too, the eye contact. shit, you had never held eye contact with him for longer than a few seconds and here you were demanding attention, no nervous darts of your eyes to look the other way when things suddenly felt too intimate. he swallowed. assessed the situation. came to some (correct) conclusions in his head about what this meant, and then spoke again.
"let me take care of you," he said, softer than usual, vulnerable, even. you felt your heartbeat in your ears, not because of the migraine, but because of the completely unpredictable words that just came out of his mouth. care? you didn't think he was capable of caring, well besides for his younger brother that is, and even that care was rough around the edges, not tender in the slightest.
before you could even process what was just said to you, he was leaning down. he was close, really close, you could soon feel his breath hovering over your lips. he didn't close the gap, no he waited for you, patiently, a patience you had never seen from him before. the scene unfolding in front of you was utterly terrifying, the coward in you wanted so badly to run, to slam the door in his face, to build up the walls you always built around yourself. but the real you, the true you, was in absolute bliss. so shakily you reached your hand up to cup his face right along his jawline, and closed the distance.
it was soft, gentle, even romantic. his hand wrapped around your waist smoothly. it wasn't a very long kiss by any means, but it felt special in a way you couldn't quite describe. and although you wanted to reel in this moment forever, your body was getting too exhausted, the adrenaline of the moment wearing off and the painful reminder of the throbbing in your head. ran noticed and guided you towards his bed, the cold sheets enveloping you. you had half expected him to go hop on a game or occupy himself elsewhere but he slipped under the covers, wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. within a few minutes, he was fast asleep. or so you thought when you blurted out
"what about the alarm, idiot."
"you know you'd rather stay here with me," his mumbled sleepily, a hint of his usual arrogance creeping in as your face dusted pink.
