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Stormy days are a roll of the dice. A game of chance strolling in with swirling grey clouds and a rumbling sky. Every loud crash that shakes the atmosphere is answered by your stream of profanities at the ceiling as you wait for Suguru to come home soon.
And the wind? God, the wind is a fucking nightmare. Not only does it rattle the trees with every bitter blow, it jumpstarts your heart and tosses it in a blender. Couple that with the intermittent sound of the foundation settling or limbs tapping against the shutters and you are anxiety walking.
“Shut the fuck up!” You roar at the vibrating wood panels when another clap of thunder follows a bright flashing sky.
You pace the living room floor and turn up your YouTube video on the television screen, trying to redirect your focus while you breathe deep to make the pain in your chest dissipate.
Funny videos do little to take your mind away from the storm laughing at you outside, but it’s better than nothing. You check your phone for the fiftieth time, bolstering yourself to ask Suguru if he can finish his mission early or ask Gojo to run interference.
Hell, you’d welcome the white-haired gremlin for company right now if it meant not being alone.
Click. The front door opens like a siren song. Your own personal hero steps inside as though he has a direct link to your thoughts.
“Yin? I’m home.” The tender timbre of Suguru’s voice wraps around you like a blanket, and instantly you’re attached to his chest. “I figured I should wrap things up quickly with this storm. I know you’re not the biggest fan of them.”
“It’s not even that, because I like storms, I just hate the wind that goes with it. A nice little rain? Fine. A mild thunderstorm? Cool, great. But every damn time the wind picks up when it’s a bad storm, it fucks with me.” You whimper, focusing on his scent the moment he’s in your radius.
Cherry blossoms mix with fresh linen and tantalize your olfactory nerves; you move your ear and soak up the steady rhythm of his heart, matching your breathing to its even pace.
Suguru starts humming out a lullaby in his deep baritone, the notes fluttering between hopeful tenor and calming bass. You’re not sure what you did to impress God enough to send you such an angel, but your gratitude oozes out of you in thick, wet tears.
Minutes pass where you hold onto him so you’ll stay tethered to earth. When you finally pull back and open your eyes, you realize he’s moved you to the couch, fanned out across his lap.
“There, now. Are you feeling better?” He presses a kiss to your temple. “Would dragon cuddles aid in your comfort?”
You gasp. “Draaaggoon?”
With a smirk and a wave of his hand, a large rainbow dragon twists and twirls through the lavish living space. You’re grateful Geto has enough money for the two of you to live spaciously, or it might be too claustrophobic for you.
A hot wave of air tousles your hair and makes you smile as bright yellow eyes beam at you, Geto’s dragon nuzzling against your cheek. The soft, velvety fur acts as a balm to your crippled soul, and you wrap your arms around his neck with a heavy sigh.
“Thank you.” You say to the room in general. “I need this.”
“Is there anything in particular you’d like to watch that might help?” Geto pulls his fingers through your soft strands of hair as he basks in the sight of you cuddling with his dragon.
Nothing you need is too much – not when you’re the one who pulled him from the brink. The least he can do is offer the same for you.
“Maybe some ASMR or a video game playthrough? Or even anything lo-fi while I listen to you talk to me will be fine.” You twist and turn until you’re in a position allowing Dragon’s head to lay in your lap while you lean into Geto’s embrace. “I’m sorry if I’m being too much.”
“You say that as if it’s a bad thing.” He chuckles and leans in. “Yin, I find that with every passing day I only want more and more of you. You couldn’t possibly be too much for me.” He whispers, kissing the shell of your ear. “So, be too much. Be as much of yourself as you possibly can. And I will be here to savor every morsel.”