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gorejo · 9 months

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▸ BROKEN PIECES. — GETO SUGURU.

summary: spiraling in his intrusive thoughts, the chaos in his mind eating away at his sanity, you're there to catch him — to prove to him that he's worth the bet of saving... because he's always done that for you.

content: reverse comfort. very light angst. reader is mentioned as geto’s girlfriend. in a world where someone is there for suguru before he spirals )) : minimal cursing. emotional geto. this was more so for me when i wrote this, but sharing is caring ~

They say soul ties link two people. A bond beyond a dimension of reality, connecting them as one in emotion and spirit.

Maybe that’s why the phrase goes, soul ties are dangerous, so be careful who you give your soul.

It wasn’t long before you noticed these subtle changes. He swears he’s been mindful to not reveal this side to you.

But again, soul ties are dangerous — there are no secrets when you fall into the abyss together. At least one of you would be there to carry the other.

“You’re doing it again,” you softly muttered, putting down his morning coffee, the cup lightly clinking against the glass table, the sound radiating loudly in the quiet room. you gently run your finger against his forearm, hearing his slight hum of a thank you as you quietly take a seat next to him on the couch.

Confused as he looked up, about to answer knowingly, only to quickly replace his stoic face with a facade, “Doing what?” he chuckled — the one where his eyes would become like crescent moons, yet the shallow depth of his smile gave it away.

“You’re in your head right now, no?” You questioned, doing your best to look into his eyes — to connect, to be there with him, to let him know… that you were there to carry him through, to never let him fall — and even if he did, you’ll still be there to catch him.

Pushing his bangs out of his forehead, he spread out his legs to give a little stretch. “No, just spacing out baby,” he let out as he reached over to bring you closer to his side, “nothing to worry about, sweetheart,” he muttered, as he nuzzled his nose to your cheek.

“it's probably because I wasn’t able to sleep too well through your snoring last night,” he laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

In truth, you would find Suguru oftentimes awake during the quiet hours of the day, when no one else was awake but him, lonesomely spacing out as he looked outside the window, his dark eyes empty and lost as if he searched for a greater purpose, or as if he was searching for a saving grace through it all.

You’ve noticed Suguru spending a bit longer in the shower, the bags under his eyes getting a bit darker. The once shine of his hair was now replaced with dull, tangled strands, and the gentle smile on his face — the one that made you fall in love with him — was muted now with a tired look as he forced himself to be who he wasn’t anymore.

And you knew, you can feel it without him having to explain, he hated it — he hated himself for it.

“I won’t push you, Suguru,” with tears starting to brim at your eyelids, doing your best to stay strong because it wasn’t your moment, “I just want you to know that I’ll always love you.”

And reaching over, as you searched for his eyes, asking for permission to touch him, only to lean in to give him a small kiss to his jaw when you see — no, feel — his body starting to relax, the tightness of his shoulder unraveling as you felt the pent up exhaustion in his mind starting to spill, “but let me in sometimes, let me carry you for a bit.”

Surely, soul ties are dangerous because everything hurt and it hurt you more to know that he carried this all alone till now.

“You can’t say that,” Geto abruptly stated with gritted teeth, refusing to look at your pleading gaze, “don’t say shit like that so easily, not when I’m like this.”

“And what’s wrong with who you are now?” You warmly confronted, your heart softening up to your boyfriend's vulnerability, “You’ve done it for me, no?”

That’s right, Geto’s been there — he’s been through it all with you and for you.

He’s been there in every season, like a silent pillar that you rested on whenever you needed love and security, and without speaking a word, without needing anything in return, he simply loved you through it all.

He was your saving grace.

“It’s not the same… I- I can do that for you,” His gaze slowly turned to you, lips trembling as his tired eyes were now honest and transparent, only for him to quickly avoid your gaze again like a guilty criminal, “You’re… you’re different from me.”

“How so?” You questioned, slowly prying him open as you softly pulled his chin to face you again, “You don’t trust me?”

Shaking his head in disagreement, “I do…” taking a moment to compose himself, “You’re worth saving,” Geto quietly confessed.

“Bingo,” you cheekily smiled, lightly pinching his sunken cheeks, “I am.”

“So just leave it alone —”

Interjecting him, lightly pushing the furrow of his brows with your finger, “You showed me that I am,” you admitted while combing through his hair while your other hand tried to loosen his tight grip.

“You showed it when you held me at my lowest, you proved it to me when I least believed that I was deserving of love. You countered all odds and healed me,” intertwining your fingers with his as the other cupped his face, “you were the one that carried me through my worst, taking my pain as yours.”

You felt him melt into your palm, the heat of your hand giving him a sense of security that he tried to cling onto for his last measure, “So let me show you that you’re worth it for me,” you confessed.

And before you saw the drop of his tear threatening to fall, Geto led you up onto his thighs, his head leaning back against the sofa, his neck resting against the edge with his dark locks falling as he closed his eyes with furrowed brows, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, and I’m fucking scared,” his grip on your thighs tightening as he stuffed down a sob.

Leaning your head against his chest to hear his beating heart, “What are you so scared of, Suguru? Tell me, what can scare the Geto Suguru, my strong, dependable, and pretty boyfriend?”

"Seeing your ugly cries that make me love you more," Suguru half-heartedly joked.

"what else?" you hummed.

"And when your snot gets all over my clothes," Geto continued with his chest vibrating with his soft voice.

"mhm, but you said I was still pretty though," you pouted.

"You are... you're so so pretty," confessing as his voice started to shake, "but I- I'm —"

Instead of continuing, Geto chose to stay quiet. And though his lips were unmoving, the rhythm of his breathing juxtaposed his silence as you felt his body lightly shake, but you continued.

"tell me, love. what are you feeling in here?" you whispered, pointing to his heart as you lightly kissed his chest, soaking in his unraveling.

Lowly groaning with his forearm around his eyes, the vein on the thickness of his neck highlighted as his Adam’s apple bobbed while swallowing his spit, “I’m so terrified that I’ve lost myself too much…” his soft lashes slightly coated with tears while his nose mildly flared, “too much to the point that I’ll lose you too,” Geto whispered — as if he was afraid it would become true if he said it any louder.

And with his confession, you moved his arm from his face, and seeing his eyes coated with tears, your boyfriend never looked more handsome. In his vulnerability, in his raw emotional state, a grace he’s never shown to many, you couldn’t help but fall in love with him even more.

“Even if you’re spacing out, even if you think it’s nothing,” caressing his face as you gently kissed his tired eyes, feeling a droplet and another of his tears fall against your cheeks, finding the courage to uplift his burdens even for a moment as you find his arms tightening around your waist, soaking in the comfort of your embrace.

“even if think you’ve lost yourself, I’ll always pick up all your broken pieces and piece them back together…” you promised.

And uncaring of the tears that started to spill from your heavy lids, vision blurry as you felt your pulse increasing, you let them fall to pool at his black cotton shirt.

“... I want to know what’s going on in this pretty head, Suguru” you confessed as you placed a tender kiss on his forehead, pushing away the strands of his hair as you gently combed through the tangles, “the messy, the dirty, the naughty, the whatnots that keep you up at night. my boyfriend’s too pretty to be hurting like this, you know? I won’t allow it.”

Using humor as his comfort, loosening up the tension as he welcomed you into his mess, “damn, I can't have you ugly cry now and ruin my shirt,” he chuckled, wiping your tears with a kiss.

And matching his forehead with yours, his voice softly trembling while his hands carefully moved to cup your face, his thumb grazing your lips as he reached in closer to seal his mildly chapped lips with yours — a connection pure and simple that would bring light into his darkened reality. His saving grace slowly chipping off the chains of his dysphoria, “I love you so fucking much, angel… ”

“... save me,” Geto confessed.

And in your arms, Geto Suguru breaks, finally letting down his shackles in the reign of your mercy.

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gorejo · 2 years

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≡ suna rintaro x reader

↳ Rintaro’s finally come home.

tw/cw: unedited. nothing much! just couple of curses and suggestive teasing

✉ : hope you all enjoy (( :

“My ass is sore from sitting too long,” Rintaro grumbled over the phone, where the collar of his zipped puffer jacket covered almost half his face, his breath mildly huffing as he walked out towards baggage claims, hoping that he could process his next steps as fast as he could, and quickly catch a taxi to head back home to you.

Despite not being physically next to him, you still felt his breath tickle against the crook of your neck whenever he would complain when the flight was too long or that the food was bad, muttering under his breath how he couldn’t stretch out his legs and that his teammates snored too loudly, or that he couldn’t get a wink of sleep because you weren’t there, that his pillow just didn’t feel right in his arms, that he missed you — all of you.

“I’ll give it a kiss when I see you,” you teased, smiling at the sound of his comforting soft voice, missing him just as much.

“You better keep your word for it, babe… but, fyi, I haven’t touched you in a good month, so I’m pretty sure I’ll be the one to kiss and massage your body later tonight, no?” Rintaro mindlessly threw out.

“I’ve been working out Rin, I’m sure I can keep up with your endurance.”

“You sure? All I’ve been doing is train for the past month, so don’t expect me to go easy on you.”

Taking his voice an octave lower with a lowly chuckle, “Also, you’re always dead tired after the first round, no?”

“Whatever… you’re so annoying,” you grumbled, immediately hiding your face by the crevice of your arm as you felt your cheeks heat up at the thought of your intimate moments with him — passionate, strenuous, amorous yet carnal, but still soft and knowing.

Despite the weather being awfully chilly this morning, your heart felt warm.

Rintaro had been away to train for a month overseas during his offseason to condition and prep for his upcoming season.

Yes, he made it his mission to call you every night. Surely, he texted you whenever he had the opening to update you about your day, or to just send you the typical text, ‘What are you doing?’ and ‘miss you, babe,’ occasionally throwing in thirst traps on his socials, just to get a rising out of you, only to delete it the moment he saw you view his story.

Every night you fell asleep to his face on your screen — tired with cheeks softly sunken but jaws chiseled and torso toned — where the simple sounds of each other’s soft breathing became a sense of comfort during these past couple of weeks.

“But, I’m happy that you’re finally coming home… I didn’t think a month would feel so long,” you murmured as you played with the hem of your sweater, fiddling your cold fingers.

“Yea? I missed you lots YN… a lot more than you know.” You heard him deeply exhale through his nose, soon followed by a soft chuckle as if he realized the gravity of his words.

“I missed you too, Rin… more than you’ll ever know, as well,” you sniffed in the cold morning air, holding your phone stable in between your shoulder and ear as you bundled yourself tightly in one of his sweaters that you specifically asked for him to leave — the one perfectly molded to his frame and embedded with his scent.

“You know my teammates would always ask about you whenever they caught me looking at my lock screen?”

“You did? Damn what a simp… Wait! Oh god… is it that picture of me?” A puff of white smoke illuminated the air as you laughed at his confession, followed by a shock of embarrassment filling the pits of your stomach.

“Don’t act like you didn’t do the same, YN… and yea, that picture is actually my favorite, you looked really cute sleeping during facetime with your mouth open while slightly drooling.”

“Dude why couldn’t you show them a nice picture of me… now they’ll probably think I’m so weird,” you whined.

“I did show them, I always do…” he chuckled, “But dude can you believe they said I’m the lucky one? Obviously, I’m the better one between us.” Rintaro teased.

You missed him. You missed his teasing. You missed the way his face would crinkle in the morning when you tried to pry him off his grip, laughing when he tried to kiss as you jokingly pushed him away, softly whining, “you stink Rin,” only for you to always lose to his, “five more minutes, and you’re lying, I never stink” knowing full well that he wasn’t planning on letting you go, nor letting you win.

You missed the way he placed his chin on the top of your head as you prepared coffee in the morning, swaying back and forth with his hands in your shirt, face cuddled to the crook of your neck when he wanted to get even closer, his toned arms wrapped around your waist as you leaned against his naked torso, his soft lips trailing up your neck before he whispered, “you feeling it babe?”

“you need to get ready in ten minutes, rin... we can’t.”

“you underestimate me too much, baby,” his lips running to yours, his thick hands lightly grasping up your jaw, centering your face to his, “that’s more than enough time.”

You missed his light touches against the expanse of your skin and the way he ran his lips along your body. You missed the way he held you softly or when he pulled you into his arms as he kissed along the crevice of your neck and cheeks. You missed the way he made you feel secure, loved, and desired.

“Shut up, you're so annoying… by the way, when will you get home?”

“Hmm… maybe in an hour and a half? I didn’t book my taxi yet and fuck hold up, let me get my bag.” With a slight grunt to his voice as what you presumed was him picking up his luggage, your heart raced in expectation.

“Hello? Babe, you there?”

“Mhm, I’m here. You got your bags?”

“Yea, just got them right now. Gonna head out now to catch a taxi. I’ll be home soon, so go back to sleep… its way too early for you to be awake right now,” softly chuckling, “I'll catch you in bed so don’t wait up for me.”

“I’m alright, I like hearing your voice. And plus, I’m excited to see you, so I can’t really sleep.”

You heard his luggage drag against the smooth waxy surface of the airport floor. He was close to the exit — a step closer to you.

“By the way, what are you wearing?”

“Uh… just my regular clothes? Why what’s up?”

“It’s really cold out right now, just wanted to make sure you were dressed appropriately for the weather,” you hummed.

“I’m aware of how cold it is…” taking a second to continue, “why are you being weird all of a sudden? you’re scaring me.”

“I’m not, just saying its cold out right now,” you smiled into the phone, slightly shivering, finding it cute at how he immediately found you suspicious.

“You’ll be out from exit A right?” Your heart pounded in anticipation, almost impossible to contain the adrenaline that pounded through your blood.

“Yea...?” His voice deep and questioning, his eyes probably looking back and forth, scanning the airport just to see if he missed any detail.

“I’ll see you soon then.” You smiled, your breath puffing out continuous fogs of white smoke, painting the chilly early morning a beautiful picture of a lover awaiting for their love to finally return back home.

Halt.

You heard the sound of his baggage running against the pebbled floor suddenly come to a stop.

“... what?” He breathed out, standing in front of the automated doors, where his breath now felt hot, cheeks heating up as his body increasingly started to feel warm within his puffer yet the contrast of the cold air mildly blowing against his face caused him to perspire and heart pump harshly to keep him warm as his body lightly shivered in his parka.

And he was looking straight at you — standing across the street bundled tightly in his sweater, bouncing on your toes to keep yourself warm.

You heard him release a deep exhale through the phone before taking his first step out into the cold to meet you, “what are you doing here?”

click clack

the wheels of his luggage softly running on the line, the tempo of its sound increasing as his once quiet steps turned into longer strides, making his way over without caring what was near him.

Immediately jogging over to you, his duffle bag strapped securely around his chest, bouncing whenever he changed footing. He kept his phone against his ear, refusing to end the call, where the quiet puffs of white smoke trailed behind him.

“To pick up my boyfriend, what else?” You chimed back, shivering slightly when a breeze of cold air passed by.

“Your handsome boyfriend?”

“Ehh… that’s debatable,” you giggled.

“How long have you been waiting for?”

“Hmm maybe like thirty minutes?”

“Fuck, babe… its dead cold out right now, you could’ve caught —.”

“I know, I know… but your sweater’s warm, so I was okay! And you came out faster than I expected.” You cheekily smiled as he stood close, where his towering height, face filled with worry that you might've caught a cold loomed over his while he too also failed to suppress his smile.

“And plus, like I said... I really wanted to see you…” you spoke through the phone, eyes looking towards the ground as your feet played with the gravel of rocks below, suddenly shy that he was actually here, his shoes inches away from yours.

“yea? me too.”

And standing before you as he raised your chin up to look up at him, gently pulling you into his arms, opening up his jacket for you to nuzzle into his warmth as he placed his cheek on the top of your head, tightening his hold around your waist.

“Missed you,” you muttered taking in his scent.

Despite the cruel temperature of the weather, you didn’t feel cold. Surely, just moments before he held you in his arms, you were shivering as you bundled tightly into his sweater, doing whatever you could to stay warm. But now, either you were hallucinating from hypothermia… or, you genuinely didn’t feel cold because he was here — to block you from the harshness of the world like he always has.

“What a simp.” Rintaro copied your tone from prior.

“Hey!” You pinched his waist as he chuckled at your reaction, squeezing you even tighter in his arms.

And lifting up his hands to gently caress your cold cheeks with the warmth of his palms, softly brushing your skin with his thumb as he pulled you in for a kiss. Automatically closing your eyes in instinct, expecting that he’ll take the lead…

“You’re so down bad for me, admit it,” he teased as his lips loomed over yours, lighting biting the tip of your nose where his minty breath tickled your face.

And holding his wrists as you looked back up at him, pushing yourself up to finish the deed, planting your lips onto his with a slight moan reminiscing from his throat — a kiss slow and timely, warm and soft, gentle and knowing.

“So down bad that I'm willing to kiss your sore ass,” you muttered in between short kisses.

“Damn… got me a keeper,” he whispered as his gaze alternated between your warm lips and eyes.

Shaking your head with a smile, absorbing in his face — his pretty features that’s become more chiseled, his eyes ever so observant and knowing, the softness of his hair that you missed as you basked in his warmth, the scent of his skin as you brushed your nose against his body, the tender touches of his fingers as he softly ran the tips of his digits against your skin — you missed it all.

He offered you a small peck on the lips before encasing your hands into his before he lead you both back to your car,

“Thank you for picking me up... Give me your keys, I’ll drive you must be tired.”

“Anything for my handsome boyfriend.” You squeezed his hands tightly, “And nope! I’ll be your chauffeur for today.”

Smirking as he glanced down at you, eyebrow lifted as he mumbled out with a hue of red on his cheeks, picking up his steps as he quickly lead you to the car

“... you better have your endurance on check, YN,” muttering as he looked forward, lightly gripping your hand, “I’m not planning on letting you go the moment we step into the apartment.”

Rintaro had finally come home — home to you.