asahi x reader oneshots

refusal (~angst~) /part 2/

********************TW: self harm, mentions of anxiety, mentions of food/eating*********************

hey everyone :) so ik that this one is a little dark and i'm sorry if that bothers you :( other stories should be out soon -- i hope you enjoy besties 😫 this one should be a bit more lighthearted, but i'd still consider it angst for the topic at hand. 

this will start directly continuing part one - read the ending of part one again for a refresher.

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"thank you, (y/n), for everything"

we breathe together as the seconds drag by. asahi sniffles occasionally; i can tell he's still crying even if he tries to hide it. i try my best to comfort him, keeping my arms around his frame, keeping him protected, almost. their cries become more frequent and had started to become louder.

"asahi ..." i whisper.  

"hm..?" they whisper back, voice shaky.

"why are you crying again..?" i ask bluntly. i know it's a mean way to ask that question, but it's the only way to ask; i'm just worried about them. there's a lot going on, and on top of that, they've just had an anxiety attack. i just want them to be as open with me as possible, and if asking them this question will help, then it's worth it. 

"i..." his voice trails off. his arms begin to wrap around my waist and he pulls me closer, if that was even possible. 

"i just feel bad," he sobs, burying his head deeper into my shoulder. "i feel bad because i feel as if i've become a burden to you," his cries become more desperate while he brings my body closer to his. 

"it's no burden, asahi. i want you to be open with me. i'm sorry you feel like you can't share because you think i'll be upset. you can tell me anything - i promise," i tell them gently. i rub my hand on the back of their head in efforts to calm them out of their cries. my lips meet his forehead, kissing him in the place that fucks him up the most. his sobs tremble his body. he's so tired. he's been through so much it's just weighing down on him.

"asahi, my dear," i say gently. the most he can manage to say is a hum of response. 

"i understand."

that was all it took for asahi realize that he wasn't overwhelming me. he calmed down and his grip loosened around my waist. his breathing became steadier and his sobs weakened. i'm glad i can make them feel better with two simple words. i begin to feel his breath become smoother and steadier. i rub my hand in small circles on his back; his soft breaths blowing into my shoulder. his arms around my body sink down when he fully relaxes. sleep well, my dear. i close my eyes and allow myself to drift into sleep, now knowing that asahi is safe and well in my arms. 

>next morning<

i awake from the soft morning sun creeping through the blinds. cars drive by outside and the small birds on the trees sing their songs. asahi is snoring gently, our arms are still loosely wrapped around each other like how we fell asleep the night before. their long hair flows over their shoulders and on the pillow our heads lay on. i move my hand and tenderly brush my fingers through his hair. he takes a breath in and slowly begins to stir. a soft smile shows on my face when i look at him. they groan softly as their eyes flutter open. he blinks and looks up at me. awe. his face in the morning is so sweet. my lips curl up more when our eyes meet. i give him a quick good morning forehead kiss.