Hi! I was wondering if you could do a fluffy scenario with Tsukishima. Something late night when he and his s/o can't sleep, maybe? Thank you so much! =)
My first request. I <3 fluff! Sorry because this is pretty self indulgent… because i couldn’t sleep…. because of FNAF 4….
You really didn’t mean to fidget so much, but at this point you had no control over it.
Tsukishima’s poor pillow was working overtime, forced to sop up the ever-flowing waterfall of sweat from the back of your neck. A shiver ran down your spine as your eyes darted around the room, hyper aware of all ambient noises. It felt stuffy and uncomfortable, a stark contrast from the feeling hours earlier— before the incident.
Kei was motionless next to you. You assumed he was asleep. As your eyes glanced over his calm, sleeping, glasses-less form, you couldn’t help but envy him for once. How could he sleep so easily? So unfair. Especially since his room was nearly the spitting image of the setting from the game. Well, almost nearly. All that mattered was that it was near enough for you to fidget at every reflection of light and flinch at every heavy breath he took.
Your quivering fingers trailed along the seams of the blanket you shared while your eyes glanced around. They followed a pattern, wandering between the almost-closed closet, the almost-closed door, and the digital clock on his nightstand. The crimson bars spelled out the time— 2:48 AM. Exactly 3 hours and 12 minutes until you were safe. Exactly 3 hours and 12 minutes of fending off evil, haunted animatronics.
After you were absolutely positive that the sounds of breathing came from your boyfriend, you pulled the flashlight out from its hiding spot under your pillow. A soft click and the wall across from you brightened with a soft circle of white light. To avoid waking him, your exit from the bed was slow and discreet. A fair bit of wriggling later, and you were sitting on the floor at the foot of his bed. Unbeknownst to you, his gaze was glued to your figure, annoyed.
Towards the door you sauntered, terrified. You’d held it closed at first, keeping your breathing as silent as possible. An ear pressed against the door made you sure that everything was silent. The hand you’d kept on the doorknob tensed up. While you were checking for monsters in the hall, Tsukki had risen from his spot on the bed. During his sluggish walk over to your shaking frame, you hand turned the metal knob. He raised a hand to turn you around just as you pulled open the door. Cue chaos.
You staggered, heart racing. To catch yourself from teetering, you fell back against the door, slamming it closed. Without hesitation, you went on the offense. The flashlight in your hand turned into your weapon as you started striking whatever it was that had came at you. Tears brimmed in your eyes as you fought.
“Don’t HURT him— don’t TOUCH him— I’M NOT GOING DOWN EAS—“
He ripped the flashlight from your grasp before switching the lights on on. You were met with the disgruntled face of the supposedly-sleeping Tsukki, not a murderous robotic animal. In turn, he was met with your terribly frightened features. Both of you stood for a few long moments, the air heavy with awkwardness and embarrassment— mostly on your part. A wave of relief hit you harder than anticipated; instead of speaking, your arms looped around his torso before you fell into his chest.
It all caught him off guard. There you were, weeping into his pajamas not even 30 seconds after fighting him like he was trying to slit your throat. Still, he was sympathetic to your plight. Large, calloused hands rubbed circles on your back, returning your embrace. They traveled down, past your hips, to hook around your thighs and hoist you up.
Kei’s grip loosened as he lowered you over the bed. He made sure to be gentle. After placing the flashlight back in its proper place and turning off the lights, he slipped into bed. You inched over to him, close enough that you could rest your head on his pillow. His arms wrapped around your waist this time, pulling you closer. He was the first to speak.
“Don’t hurt him?” His tone lacked the usual, teasing lilt. The phrase was festering in his mind since he heard it.
Of course, he didn’t think that his significant other would beat him upside the head with a flashlight. But, if anything, saving yourself would be the first thought when faced with a life or death situation. A, “Get away from me!” would’ve been acceptable. “Don’t touch me,” or even “Don’t kill me.” But you said, “Don’t hurt him,” and it burned him up.
It gave him butterflies that he wouldn’t ever get used to. He was your first thought. He was the reason you fought. He was so important to you, that you weren’t even concerned about yourself. And the pit of fluttery warmth it caused in his stomach multiplied tenfold when you curled up against his chest and gave a curt nod.
His soft voice cut through the silence once more, “Stupid. You should be more concerned about yourself.”
You pulled your face from his chest before responding: “I- I’m sorry, Tsukki. I’m sorry for hitting you, too..”
He tilted your face upward to give you a quick kiss on the forehead before running his fingers through your hair. In return, your fingers curled into the cotton of his nightshirt. The quiet hum that left his throat was enough to let you know he didn’t mind.
“I appreciate it, but next time leave the beating of imaginary animatronics to me.” Tsukishima wouldn’t admit it, but the fact like someone felt like he had to be protected almost bruised his ego, in a good way.
“What, like you could. You’d be eaten like the french fry you are!” The smile playing on your lips didn’t need to be seen to be known. He could hear it in the tone of your voice.
A comment was tossed back with a dry laugh. “Like you could do much better. You’re my strawberry, remember?”
“Uh-huh, okay. Whatever you say, trans fat.” You let out a small chuckle yourself, placing a tender kiss on his chin. It elicited a blush and a yawn.
“Go to sleep. It’s 3AM. I’m tired.” Taking this as a sign of defeat, you pressed against him with care. He shifted, adjusting how his legs tangled with yours, moving the pillow, and relaxing his grip on your torso.
“Goodnight, Kei. I love you.”
You cuddled until you fell asleep, but…No one bothered to close the closet, or check what was lurking in it…
