Bungou Stray Dogs Oneshots

The Ideal Comfort

The pain was climbing up from your abdomen, twisting and stabbing your insides. You clutched at your stomach, gasping for breath, tears welling up in your eyes. Goddammit, it hurts so much. Your hot water bottle lay discarded beside you as you writhed on the bed, blankets too soft to provide comfort for your tormented abdomen.

It was the first day of your period and usually you'd be able to take some sort of medication to keep the pain down.
But. You had woken up to find none of the tablets you needed in the kitchen, your boyfriend Kunikida already gone and that stabbing, stabbing, stabbing pain already working it's curse. You'd even tried calling some other people, but none of them seemed to be picking up.

You had woken up ten.

It was now four in the afternoon.

At least you'd managed to sleep for a few hours, but now the throes of slumber would do you no good. That pain was back and it wasn't fading any time soon. You clutched the sheets in your hands, knuckles whitening, trying not to scream.

You could no longer hear anything.
You could no longer see anything.

Tears were blurring your eyes and the pure concentration from trying not to scream was excruciating. It was there, just painfully there, climbing and twisting and churning...

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Kunikida was walking home early.
Surprising, isn't it?
Mind you, he wasn't doing this because he was lazy.
It was because of his girlfriend, (Y/N).

She had mentioned something about needing painkillers and he supposed that they were for her period, although he wasn't sure about how regular her cycle was or how severe the pain could get.

So on his way home, he had picked up some medicine from the local pharmacy and was now making the ten minute walk back.

***

Goddammit, please stop.

The pain was back.
For a few minutes, it had left, dwindling to a dull throb in the base of your abdomen, leaving you in relieved exhaustion.
But it was back.
And there was nothing to get rid of it.

Your water bottle was empty and your hot water bottle had long since gone cold. The writhing-on-the-bed stage had passed. You were now on the verge of paralysis, clenching your jaw from trying not to scream, slight twitches that escaped your false composure, the way you gripped the blankets in tight fists, knuckles whitening.

Your senses had dulled and now you could only see the blurred white of the ceiling.

When will it stop?

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And suddenly, you could hear Kunikida calling your name, the anguish in his voice as he checked your forehead and caressed your cheek.

"(Y/N)! You're really pale.. Your bottle's empty. Are you...?"

You nodded, barely managing to keep your eyes open.

"I bought medicine tablets on the way back," He rummaged in his bag for a moment before pulling out a small box, "I'll fill your bottles up," He disappeared for a moment with both bottles.

You could hear the running water from the tap in the other room and the kettle as he switched it on to boil. He returned with your full bottle in hand and the tablets. He set them on the bed beside you and propped you up in bed, pulling the covers over you. His green grey eyes were cool and dark as he popped out a tablet and slipped it in your mouth. He held the bottle to your lips and you drank, grateful for the refreshing feeling in your mouth. He pulled away, but you tugged on his arm, drawing the bottle back to your mouth. You gulped greedily before letting go of his arm, panting heavily.
He could see that your eyes were more clear than when he had first come in. That feeling of helplessness when he saw your trembling form on the bed, pale-faced and barely able to see him. He was glad that you now had a little more energy.

***

Some time later in the evening, you and Kunikida sat in bed.. He was cross-legged under the covers (not in his day clothes, mind you) with you sitting in his lap, wrapped up in blankets and holding at least five plushies (which disguised the hot water bottle) while watching anime on your laptop. The warmth of his hands wrapped around your waist and the way his body pressed into your back, his face nuzzling into your neck... pure heaven.

Kunikida removed one of his hands and you wriggled from the lack of warmth, but then you felt a brush teasing through the knots in your hair and relaxed.

He slowly ran the brush through your locks, thinking deeply.

"(Y/N)."

"Hmm?" You paused the episode and looked at him.

"Today, when you were feeling sick, why didn't you call me?"

There.
You almost weren't expecting this question, but you knew that he'd be worried if he found you in that sorry state. You hadn't counted on him coming home early though.

"I didn't want to disturb you-"

"Disturb me? (Y/N), I'm more disturbed by the fact that you didn't call me," He turned your face to him, "Did you even try to call anyone else?"

You shook your head, "I tried calling some other people but they didn't pick up."

"So why didn't you call me? And don't say because you didn't want to disturb me. I want to be someone you can rely on, not someone you're worried you'll bother," He cupped your face with calloused palms, gazing into your eyes as if searching for an answer that he could somehow find in your (E/C) orbs.

You really don't want to bother him. You know how much effort and dedication he puts into both his work and his relationship with you. It was one of the many things that completely contrasted and complimented your disorganised nature and you loved him for it. You were both stubborn, but today you decided to relent.

"Alright then. I'll let you know when I'm having a hard time but on one condition."

"And what might that be?"

"You get me the next volume of Black Butler when it comes out."

Kunikida sighed, "Fine. Now turn around, I haven't finished with your hair," He picked up the brush again and pushed your face back to your laptop, "Hold still."

You felt his hands around the nape of your neck as he teased the hairbrush through your locks, "Quick question, Kuni. Why do you love brushing my hair?"

"Hmm? Oh. Just because it's relaxing for both of us. Well, when you're not attacking me."

"What attack?" You scoffed, "Does tickling count as pain now?"

"It does actually. And I don't get why you think it'll work when you've already tried so many times."

"Well, one day it'll work. And you won't even see it coming."

"Oh really? We'll see about that," And he brushed your hair for the rest of the evening, the pair of you relaxing in each other's embrace through to the moment sleep took you.

I did not edit this

I do not think this is my best

But I spent ages on it

So I got it out there finally

And

I should really prioritise requests

Thx for reading >//<