PSYNCIN' IN THE DISTaiN (,,♡ᵕ♡,,)
── includes: sorta pre-established relationship? if you even wanna call it that. more like SUPER crushing but it's so obvious to everyone but you two, it's not even funny anymore. mentions of nightmares and date's horrendous taste in literature (magazines). gn!reader as always.
✮ a/n: i wrote this at 12 am while tired as hell so, no beta we die like shoko. </3 just needed to get him OUT OF MY HEAD!!!!!!!!
special agent kaname date. someone who's past mixes horribly with his present. someone who's actions, in all honesty, aren't your first option when it comes down to it sometimes. keyword: sometimes.
so when he had insisted it was alright to stay the night on behalf of both your tiring case and the fact that mizuki was staying the night at amame's house for the second time that week, you agreed. not that you ever had anything against the poor kid, but with so little room to sleep within the residence... it had you sighing of relief for the sweet girl.
all went well at first. you two had talked, although not about anything too meaningful. a fantastic choice of takeout and a few drinks had you spilling and laughing a little too hard about the stupidest things, as if you didn't have work in the morning. per usual, the clock tricked you with it's talents such as time, like a magician with his casting wand, placing illusions upon the eyes.
so how did it lead to this? seeing your closest friends, your coworkers, all suffering infront of you. you could do nothing as your eyes refuted to close, succumbing to what was so commonly known as a sense of despair creeping, lurking and ready to takeover. you couldn't help it──the continuous tossing and turning in your sleep, accompanied by the groans and shallow breaths you produced as a result of the devastating nightmare probing your mind. so much so, it easily woke date up. he wasn't too much of a heavy sleeper anyways, so don't feel too bad.
a flood of fresh air rushed through his lungs as he sat up slowly, groggily, almost as if he had forgotten how to breathe for a mere second. he rubbed his eyes; once, twice, three times to see if the sight infront of him was true. there you lie, on his bed like you were struggling. it took him no time at all to get up from the (un)comfortable couch he slept at and actually approach the situation.
"shit...." he muttered, watching for what was clearly too long to be a moment of contemplation as you struggled. it wasn't until something actually coherent came out of your mouth, something unexpected that truly tugged at his heartstrings, maybe a little too hard for his own liking.
"date.. please. not you too. don't leave me here."
god, that dream must have been one hell of a ride. his body moved before he could think, sitting on the bed next to your sleeping body. his hand easily intertwined itself gently within your hair, stroking with such care and precision. his body relaxed as his eyes softened toward you. this new behavior he was putting on for you, it came so naturally. as if in another life, this was what he would always do, just for you, like it was his only true calling within this cruel world.
it didn't take long for you to calm, breathing slowing down ever so slightly, a small smile creeping up onto your features as if you knew what kind of spell you enacted on the agent. he could only sigh.
"if only you knew what you do to me."
aiba has teased him about that night ever since, and constantly reminds him of how his heartbeat increases near you, similarly to when he gets his hands on those magazines of his...
