Devotions of Your Keeper (Thoma X Fem Reader)

Thunderstorm

Synopsis: You've always hated thunderstorms and Inazuma is full of them. On one particularly bad night, you try to calm yourself with a snack only to get caught by Thoma, who takes it upon himself to soothe you from the storm.

Theme(s): Fluff, Comfort.

Relationship: Can be seen as platonic or romantic.

Word Count: 2418

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Thunderstorm

CRACK!

You shuddered and yanked the duvet over your head. It did little to block out the flash of white that followed. Even if you did, you couldn't stay hidden for long without it getting hot and stuffy. You had to peep out for a breath of fresh air. As soon as your eyes popped out, you were rewarded with your dark room flashing white again, making you hide back under the covers.

You really thought living in Inazuma would help you get used to thunderstorms, but somehow, it had made your fear worse. Though you were safe in bed in your stormproof house, every flash of lightning felt close. Too close. Like the Raiden Shogun herself had her beady eyes on you, waiting for the right time to strike the moment you let your guard down.

You tried to shake the thought from your mind. You tried to remind yourself you were safe. But the thunder boomed over your thoughts of reason and struck fear into your heart instead.

The worst part about it all wasn't your actual fear of the thunderstorm. It was the fear of what people might say if they found out you were afraid of them. You lived in Inazuma out of all places. It was practically famous for its thunderstorms. If anyone found out about your fear, if you didn't get kicked off the island, you would surely become a laughing stock for the rest of your life.

A loud BANG made you shriek and leap out of bed. You scrambled across on the floor. The lightning felt so close . . . You had to get out of here.

No. It wasn't that close. You were being so stupid . . .

But you couldn't stop yourself whimpering at the rumble of thunder.

Food.

You needed food.

Something to take your mind off the . . .

CRACK!

You ducked back down and could have slapped yourself for doing so. This was ridiculous. You tried to remind yourself:

"I'm safe."

"I'm safe."

"I'm safe . . ."

You were shaking as you weakly rose to your feet and brought yourself to the corridor. You dared not make a sound. You doubted anyone in the Kamisato Clan would hear you over the pound of rain and . . . you gulped . . . the crackle of thunder. But you still worried that one little creak of the wooden floors would expose you . . . and your fear . . .

You took a deep breath as you began shuffling down the hall. It was just one straight walk down ahead. You felt your way down by brushing the walls on either side- you were not turning on the light. Every once in a while, you were given a glimpse of your path down- a booming white glimpse that made you freeze where you were.

You should turn back. You didn't feel safe doing this.

No. You needed something (sweet/ savoury) to ease your mind. Maybe a drink to help you sleep better. You took a deep breath and marched your way down the hallway, straight to the kitchen. Opening the fridge gave you the first source of light that filled you with some form of ease.