little gift for @jelly-kibtyfish . i hope this isnt weird i js have bad cramps 🌾
thinking about how chuuya nakahara, who has known nothing but violence and chaos his whole life, treats you with utmost gentleness and fragility.
the night is loud. dead silence, with the exception of the soft inhale and exhale of you and your boyfriend's breaths. its a normal night, yet somehow, you're hyperaware of everything.
and that's quite bothersome.
chuuya doesn't notice it at first; he doesn't notice the way you tense up in his arms, your frame shaking. he doesn't notice how you scowl deeply, your eyes shutting as if your last defense to pain is to pretend you don't exist.
he doesn't notice, of course he doesn't. he's asleep.
and you should be asleep, too.
but this undying, unfortunately prospering pain in your stomach is making that very difficult.
you carefully roll onto your side, bringing your knees to your chest in hopes to ease the pain. you dip your chin inwards slightly, leaning your cheeks on the curve of your knees and forehead just barely pressed against the top of your knees.
the pressure is somewhat comforting.
but it's not really enough.
minutes turn to an hour; how long have you even been up, since the pain became too prominent to ignore? you roll over again, now leaning your forehead against chuuya's chest.
he faintly groans, his eyebrows furrowing a little as he stirs awake.
"[name]?" he murmurs, blinking a few times to adjust to the darkness.
"yeah?" you whisper, shuffling backwards a little in hopes that he goes back to sleep.
"what's wrong? hey, come back," he shuffles forwards, wrapping his arms around you again.
"liar. tell me what happened," he rests his chin on the top of your head, gently pushing your face into his neck.
his scent is familiar; comforting. almost makes the pain go away.
"i have really bad cramps," you mumble, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.
"mm, 's that so?" his hug feels less tight and more tender now. softer, adorned with care and laced with a little concern.
"yeah. nothing serious, see? it'll be fine, so go back to slee—" before you can even finish, chuuya flips you around.
with the care of a lover, and the cheekiness of a man that has a point he wants to prove.
"you go to sleep. is this okay?" he asks, wrapping his arms around your torso again. his hands are cold upon first contact with your skin, when he slips under your shirt.
"chuu—?" he lifts one hand from your stomach to cover your mouth, waiting until you settle down—flustered, nonetheless—to remove his hand.
before he returns it to rubbing up and down your sore area, he presses a kiss to where your lips would've rested under his palm. you dramatically roll your eyes, trying to ignore how that may have been the most charming thing he's done tonight.
"good night," he whispers, resting his now warm hands against your lower abdomen. kind of like a heat pack, except its not uncomfortable and you can actually sleep!
"i love you," you murmur, turning your head slightly to plant a messy peck to his cheek. you miss—miserably, as you'd call it; but he thinks its lucky—, and reach the corner of his lips instead.
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