hello! can i ask for a scenario with nice from to be hero x where reader saves him from his attempt; became his emotional support so nice become attached to them to the point he's obsessing over them?
thank you so much! 💓
The light of salvation that made me addicted
( Nice x Reader)
A/N: I live that Idea so much!! Keep going with your Ideas! Ily!♡
CW: Depression, attempt of Suicide, dark topics, jealousy, slight nsfw, English isn't my first language!
Okay, how it all started is hard to explain what you were even doing on this roof. Your thoughts swirled around in your head, a big advertisement for the show of Nice and his girlfriend Moon. A deep feeling of loneliness came over you. You had only found out a few hours ago that your boyfriend had cheated on you with his work colleague. You know your worth. But it still hurts to know that he never really loved you. As you stared at the advertisement, you could feel nothing but jealousy. Why can't those voices stop whispering those disgusting things into your heart? And just as you were about to open your mouth to scream out curses, your eyes caught a glimpse of something white out of the corner of your eye. The hair of the perfect hero, Nice. But he was walking dangerously close to the edge of the roof and before you could remember, your legs were running towards him as he dropped into his familiar pose.
For Nice, there was nothing of value anymore, not even himself. He had been surpassed by a dog, and thus his worth wasn't even up for debate; he had failed. As he let himself fall, he found himself looking into someone's face. Concern was evident, yet he struck the pose he was known for before plunging into the depths, or at least, that was what he thought. When he turned his gaze upwards, he saw you desperately clutching his hand to save him from certain death, his saving light in the lonely void. His pupils dilated when he heard your voice for the first time. He must have already been dead, because that voice was like an angel's..."No matter what you're going through, death isn't the right answer! Now get up, I can't hold you for long!" And he almost considered letting go of your hand and falling into the depths, but something drew him to you, so he climbed onto the roof and sat down on the ground.
Nice didn't know how to explain what was wrong with him, so he sat in front of you, staring up at you like a puppy who doesn't know what to do. A soft sigh escaped your lips, the corners of your mouth curled into a gentle smile before you helped him to his feet. After that, the days passed, you and Nice became close friends, and whenever he has those dark thoughts, when fear overcomes him, he finds himself in your arms the next moment. The warmth emanating from your body was the only thing that could calm him; you were the only thing he needed.
One evening when things were getting worse, Nice was on his way to you when he turned a corner that led to the street leading to your apartment. He saw it. A man standing brutally close to you, something dark forming at the bottom of his soul: jealousy. Nice didn't hesitate. Just as you were about to refuse the man, a warmth spread across your shoulder, Nice's hand. "She said no." His voice echoed coldly and controlled in the street. The stranger became scared at the way Nice looked at him and immediately disappeared. When you arrived at your apartment, Nice pulled you into his arms, his breathing labored, his head resting on your shoulder. "Come with me," he begged.
You didn't know how you got into this situation. Nice was lying on top of you, your clothes long forgotten, and the look Nice gave you sent pleasant shivers down your body. "Nice, we're no-" He interrupted your worry, his lips crashed against yours, and a night full of emotions began, a night in which Nice revealed his love to you and everything that still slumbered within him: you belong to him, to him alone.
And since that night, Nice became more and more possessive. You couldn't be seen without him. He always had his hand on you. His management was worried because he was neglecting his duties, but whenever they wanted to separate you, Nice refused more and more. And so the circle formed that you could never escape. There were also moments when you asked yourself what would have happened if you had let him go, but then you looked into those blue eyes, so full of devotion, love and affection.
No matter how controlling or possesive he may be, he is your Nice, and you are his light of salvation ♡
-Peachyprophet
