{Finding fluff balls in a needle pile}
Takes place some time following Kokichi’s suicide attempt. Kurochi wakes up without Jaden in bed, but much to his relief finds both him and Kokichi sleeping peacefully on the couch. (Starts with light angst, ends with fluff)
Kurochi stirred, flipping over in bed to reach for his boyfriend, only for his arm to fall against cold empty sheets. His eyes fluttered open.
Head stuffed with morning cotton, he struggled to sit upright. The comforter slid down his torso to pool in his lap, heavier than normal while Kurochi still ran through the disoriented process of waking up. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, blinking away his blurry vision as if it would make Jaden materialize on his side of his bed. When he didn’t, Kurochi’s stomach knotted.
He remembered the struggle Jaden was going through as of late, how distant he’d been. As he thought of the red flags, fear clenched around his chest like a fist crushing his windpipe. It dragged Kurochi back down into his previous insecurities, how he couldn’t help Kokichi, he couldn’t help Jaden, he was useless to help…








