BLACK CLOVER SCENARIOS/ ONE SHOTS

COMFORT~ YAMI [FL]

IMAGINE: COMFORT ~ YAMI X READER [FL]
REQUESTED BY: nanamxnnn
IMPORTANT: (F/H)= FAVORITE HOBBY
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This day couldn't get any more stressful. Yami swears to god - or whatever he believes in- that if another idiot member of his squad did something stupid he would loose his shit. 

And of course it did happen. You can't stop the inevitable. With a long and painful drag of his cigarette, he slams down whatever paper he was reading. Everyone stops what they're doing and just stares at him. 

Not a single peep was made since they knew they pissed him off. Not if they were asking for a death wish. 

Yami knew exactly where he needed to be so he could relax. Somewhere it would take his mind off of things. 

"I'm going out. Don't bother to find me. Also, don't break anything." 

That last sentence was DEFINITELY ignored. 

Yami walks through the woods. It was only a twenty minute walk, but it felt like forever since the scenery was the same and nothing ever changed. Except when he got this one area. This one area with a small clearing, only small enough to fit a small cottage house. The tree's placed around it like it was protecting the house. 

The sunshine filtered through the leaves, so it shined on the house giving it a earthly glow. Other plants surrounded the house, but they were well kept like it was supposed to be. You would think that this place would be filled with annoying mosquitoes and insects, but surprisingly there weren't that many. If someone were to look hard enough, maybe they could see an insect but the many butterflies that flew around the area should distract said person. 

Yami was used to this scenery, but just seeing it brought him so much comfort. 
Either it was because it was so relaxing and nothing was there to irritate him. Or it could be that he knew what was waiting for him behind the door.

With out wasting another second, he walks over the handmade entrance trail and right to the brown wooden door. He only knocks twice before entering. 

He looks over to the left to see the person who he needed to see. 

(y/n). 

There she sat in her glory. Her (h/c) hair pushed over to the side as her (e/c) eyes focused on the project in front of her. (y/n) was fascinated in (f/h). She was really good at it which always fascinated Yami. 

(y/n) slowly turns her head to the intruder after she heard him come in. 

Which somehow put Yami in an unstable state... since he wondered if this is how she always reacted when someone just randomly comes into her house. 

"Yami," (y/n) smiles at him as she stands up to walk over to him. 
"What brings you here today?" She asks. 

"What? I can't see my girlfriend?" He states, still a bit grumpy. 

Of course, (y/n) notices his mood. With a small frown, she moves her (s/c) hands up to his face and cups both sides of his cheeks. Yami basically melts just from her soft touch, but he didn't want her to see that vulnerability so he stays still. 

However, (y/n) could tell from the slight relaxation. 

"No, I'm not saying that. You just have a schedule when you come over." 
"I have a schedule?" Yami laughs at her words, "I'm the last person that ever has a schedule." 
(y/n) rolls her eyes. He was right, but still. Yami had habits on when to come over. It was consistent. Until now. 

"Yes, I know. You're always late to stuff.. but you do have predictable habits." 
"Tch, whatever." 

(y/n) giggles and pulls back. Yami immediately misses her warmth and all he wants to do is pull her back into him so he could hold her. 

"I bought a bottle of Sake for you. Would you like a cup?" 
Yami groans in pure bliss of hearing alcohol, "you're a perfect goddess... yes please." He says. 
(y/n) laughs at his choice of words, "far from that." 
"To me you are." He says while sitting down at her table.

(y/n) just hums as she places the cup of sake on the table.
In one quick swig he downs the drink, "this is good stuff... thank you." 

"Alright," Yami sighs as he stands up. 

(y/n) thinks he was about to leave, so she starts to clean up. 
"What are you doing?" 
"Cleaning up. What does it look like?" 

Yami clicks his tongue at her words. Deciding on not saying anything else, he swiftly picks her up and throws her over his shoulder. 

(y/n) let out a small shriek, "Yami! What are you doing?!" 

Yami doesn't say anything as he walks towards her bed. He gently places her down and it's not long after that he soon crawls into the bed with her. 
Still without saying another word, he moves around so the both of them could be comfortable. 

Yami laid on his back, while (y/n)'s head was placed on his chest. His arm wrapped tightly around her waist so she wouldn't go anywhere. It was finally peaceful between the two. That was until (y/n) had to ruin it.

"You know... if you wanted cuddles you could've asked." 

Yami's eyebrow's furrow. Him? Wanting cuddles? Yeah right. 

(y/n) knew he wasn't going to answer. So instead, she leans up and places a small kiss right under his chin. When her head rests back on his chest, Yami lets a small smile break. He softly looks down at her to see that her eyes were closed and that her breathing started to become normal. 

"Thank you." He whispers.

No matter what (y/n) did, she was always his comfort.
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