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You sat down on your desk, not moving a muscle, staring at your laptop’s screen. You could not help but feel your heart sink into the floor and your eyes well up in tears. You felt your body just tense up as the tears in your eyes run down your cheeks like streams. “I’m a failure…I studied so hard for that, damn it,” you muttered under your breath as you tried to wipe your tears with your hoodie sleeves. It was your exam for (subject you have trouble with), and you studied so hard for it. You did all you can but in your eyes, it did not seem like enough. You got up from your chair and plopped onto your bed, leaning your back against the headboard, knees to your chest with your arms resting on top of them. You tried to calm down; you tried to breathe deeply but somehow that only made your heart beat faster and faster.
*knock* *knock*
“Hey, (Y/N), you in there? It’s been a few hours and I didn’t want to disturb you ‘cause of your exams but, I was wondering if you’re hungry.”
‘Oh no, Ike, crap. I can’t let him see me like this,’ you could hear his soft voice on the other side of the door. “Um…*sniff* I-I’m good, Ike, I-I’m not hungry,” you tried to stifle your crying, wiping your tears and sniffling.
“A-Are you sure? Love, are you okay? I can hear you sniffling.”
“Y-Yeah, i-it’s just a cold! You should stay away.”
“(Y/N), you’re a terrible liar. Your voice sounds shaky, I’m worried. I’m coming in.”
You hear the door open and in an instant, you looked away. You did not want him to see you like this. “Oh no, (Y/N), what’s wrong?” he walked over to your bed, taking his shoes off and sitting next to you. You did not answer, you just looked away from him. Ike hated seeing you like this, seeing his darling love hurt. He was worried, thousands of thoughts began to rush through his head.
“(Y/N), please, tell me what happened.”
“I-It’s nothing, Ike, I swear–”
“No, there is something. Did something happen? Did someone hurt you? Who the f–”
“No, Ike, I swear. No one hurt me, it’s nothing.”
Ike let out a sigh, relieved that no one hurt his love but is still worried nonetheless. “I see. If you’re not comfortable talking about it, it’s fine. Just…can I hold you for a bit?” he did not want to pry anymore, worried that maybe that will make you feel more anxious. You nod and he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. He could feel how you were trembling, just making him all the more worried. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I got you. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers softly. You felt your nerves calm down a little, your breathing finally going back to normal. “Thanks, Ike, I really needed this,” you say, nuzzling yourself into him. “I don’t know what’s got you like this but…I just want you to know I’m right here for you, okay?” he says, holding you closer and kissing the top of your head.
“It’s just…um…something did happen….”
You confessed that something did happen. “*sigh* I knew it, what happened?” you try to look up to him but something in you is stopping you from looking into those eyes of his. “Honey, look at me,” he commanded, using his thumb and index finger to tilt your head up, your eyes meeting his. “There’s my love,” he said, gently smiling and wiping your tears away with his thumb. “So tell me, what’s wrong? What happened?” Ike asked, worried. You sighed and pointed at your laptop, still open on your desk. “Did something happen on your test? Was it hard?” he asked, tears beginning to well up in your eyes again. You bury your face in his chest, sobbing your heart out.
“I studied so hard…and…still I failed! I already don’t do well in that subject, so I studied so hard for the exam…and I’m exhausted! I don’t know how much more I can take, Ike!”
He could hear the anger, frustration, and exhaustion in your voice. He did not care if his shirt was already stained with your tears, if anything he held you even closer, knowing that was what you needed. “I’m sorry you had to go through all of that, but why didn’t you tell me all of this? I could’ve at least helped you,” he said as you replied, your answer coming out all muffled. He let out a small chuckle, “love, I can’t hear you with your face in my chest like that.” You lift your head up but still could not face him; your eyes just shifted to the side. “Y-You’re just so busy with streaming and writing and I did not want to burden you with things I can do myself. I did not want you to worry over me,” you said, his heart sank. He prompts you to look at him, one hand still holding you close and the other caressing your cheek.
“(Y/N), I will always worry about you. I understand if you’re not comfortable with opening up about things like this but, I hope you know that I will be here to help your get through them. Failure is a normal thing, everyone experiences failure at one point or another. Just because you did not do good now, does not mean you will not do good on any test. There is always a next time, and I’ll be there to help you.”
That soft glow in his eyes and his ever so gentle sounding voice calmed you down. “Thank you so much, Ikey,” a small smile crept on your face. You saw a dusting of pink on his face followed by a smile. “Anything for you, love,” he said before giving you a quick peck on the forehead. You felt your breathing ease up, your heart relax. “Actually um…can I…um…,” you could see the pink on his cheeks become a cute shade of red as he tried to get the words out of his mouth. “Can you what?” you asked, tilting your head like a confused puppy. He took a deep breath.
“Can I kiss you right now?”
You felt your heart do a backflip and gave him a nod. He smiles and leans in, gently pressing his lips on yours. He could not help but smile into the kiss and neither could you. The two of you pull away, resting your foreheads against each other. "Do you have anything else to do today?" he asked, you shook your head. "Perfect, lay down with me," the two of you lay down on your bed, on your sides, facing each other. He takes his glasses off, putting them on your desk before pulling you close. You lay your head on his chest, slowly and calmly falling asleep as he whispered various sweet nothings to you. As you drifted off to sleep, you heard him whisper.
"I love you so much, (Y/N). You did well today and I hope you know that I am so proud of you."
*Bonus*
“Hey, uh…does anyone know where Ike is?” Mysta asks. He and the rest of Luxiem, apart from Ike, were on a discord call and were about to play a game. They were just waiting for their novelist to show up. “Ike knows about this right? Like, he knows we’re gonna be playing Prop Night?” Shu asks. Vox suggests one of them call Ike and since Mysta was the first to ask, they all voted that he calls him. The British detective tries to call him on and get him into the server because they were all just waiting for him.
Meanwhile, Ike, still partially asleep, feels a vibration in his pocket. He must have forgotten to take his phone out and put it on the desk before falling asleep with you. He takes his phone out and saw that Mysta was trying to call him. “Hello…?” he asks, his voice still a bit rough, he did just wake up after all.
“Ike, yo, where are you? And why do you sound like that?”
“What do you need Mysta?”
“Dude, we’re waiting for you on discord. We’re gonna play Prop Night, remember?”
‘Oh shit, right. I did say I would go play with them,’ he remembered, cursing a little under his breath. He looks at you, still asleep in his arms.
“They look so peaceful.”
“Who looks peaceful? Me?”
“I’ll be on discord in a moment,” he opens discord on his phone and lowers the volume as much as he can so that he doesn’t wake you up. He joins the call and as expected, it was a mess.
“EYYYY! HE’S HERE!!!”
“NICE IKEY WIKEY IS HERE! POG!!!”
“Ike, you silly little boy, where were you? We were worried sick.”
Ike lets out a sigh, not at all surprised. “Hi guys, uh, just wanted to say I might not join you all for the game,” he apologizes. A series of gasps followed. “Huh? Why? Prop Night is so much fun with you,” Vox says. “Yeah, but…I…,” he looks once more at your sleeping face, your arms wrapped around his waist, not letting him go. “I’m taking care of something important right now. I’ll play with you guys another time,” he says, smiling at you lovingly and brushing some hair away from your face. “Aww, he’s talking about (Y/N),” Mysta says as everyone starts aww-ing. Ike felt heat rise upon his cheeks.
“H-How did you know?” Ike asked, flustered.
“I mean, I’m a detective. This is kinda my thing, you know?” Mysta explained.
“Ike taking care (Y/N)! That’s so cute!!!” Luca exclaimed.
“(Y/N) is one lucky bastard to have you, Ike. One lucky bastard indeed,” Vox commented. Ike could not help but smile proudly at himself. You are one lucky bastard to have Ike, but more so, Ike is one lucky bastard to have you.