LeoPika short stories and one shots!

voice

{College au}

Kurapika sat back, playing a videogame on his phone rather than listening to his online class. He hated that class, but it was required for graduation. The professor started talking about something actually important for next class, so he finally started paying attention.

The instructions were unclear. The professor was vague. He'd always been a mushy-gushy feelings kind of guy, not great for someone who held Kurapika's academic success in his hands.

"Draw three gingerbread people, we say people because not all gingerbreads are men." The professor said, and Kurapika rolled his eyes. "And label the first one My Voice Now, the second one How I Want My Voice To Be, and leave the third one blank."

Kurapika opened a notebook and did what he was told.

"Now draw or write down anything that comes to mind when you think of your voice now. You'll have a couple minutes to finish that before we move on."

Kurapika stared at the wobbly picture of a gingerbread man. my voice now.

He was reminded of yesterday when he was sick at work (wearing a mask of course), and his voice was deeper. He liked it like that. Eventually, throughout the day his voice warmed up and settled into its usual higher pitch. That's when people started misgendering him. Fuck.

"Of course!" His peppy reply plagued him. "Anything else with that?" the whine haunted him. "Okay, have a nice day!"

Fuck.

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Leorio was sitting on the couch watching a nature documentary when Kurapika came in. He didn't hear him, so he was startled when a hand landed on his shoulder.

"Oh, sunshine, it's just you. What happened?" Leorio opened his arms and led Kurapika around the couch to sit in his lap.

Kurapika's face was puffy and red from crying, and he was wrapped up in a blanket. "I don't wanna talk about it." He whispered.

"Ok. Do you wanna watch this with me?"

Kurapika nodded and snuggled on his lap. He listened to the soothing narrator and the calming music. In a matter of minutes he'd calmed down and was feeling rather sleepy.

Leorio leaned down and kissed Kurapika's face, and Kurapika leaned up with his lips exaggeratedly puckered to show he wanted a kiss on the lips. He got one. Then two. Then a real kiss, deep and slow. Leorio held his face and rubbed his cheek with his thumb as he continued to suck gently at Kurapika's lips.

"Hm." Kurapika hummed and they broke apart. "Sorry, you probably need to pay attention to the movie for your class."

"I'll just get the answers from Zepile." Leorio whispered, and connected their mouths again. Kurapika wrapped his arms around Leorio's waist, and surrendered himself to the affection.

Leorio broke away this time, and left a final kiss on Kurapika's forehead. "You doing okay now?"

Kurapika nodded. "I got overwhelmed. And I... don't like the way my voice sounds." He began to cry.

"Aw, honey." Leorio hugged him closer. "I'm sorry you feel that way. But I'm serious, I love you just the way you are, no matter what your voice sounds like. So when you feel bad about yourself or that something is wrong, just remember that kind of stuff doesn't bother me."

Kurapika snuggled in closer and pushed his face into Leorio's chest. "Thanks."

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Ayh the class thing was something that happened to me a couple weeks ago and I still haven't recovered from the depressive spiral. 

AYOOO ITS 1 AM!! I swear I don't do it on purpose.