Beastars - Snowy Days [Beastars X M.Reader]

Chapter 13 - Growing Concerns. Help him, Sheila! 🍋

A/N: Ah yes, it is I again. Yep, this chapter will contain a small scene of lemon, nothing much. I added a warning right before the scene plays for those who're not interested in it.

Usual warnings of my ineptitude of a writer, grammatical errors, incoherent story-telling, yada yada, you guys get it.

Enjoy!

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You dashed out of the studio, your ears splayed against your head as you rushed down the familiar path towards your dorm. The hot, humid air clung to your fur, making you feel suffocated and overwhelmed.

As you ran, you could feel the eyes of the students on you, their gazes lingering on your bare chest and the tears that streamed down your face. But you didn't care. All you wanted was to escape, to find a quiet place where you could be alone with your thoughts.

Your breathing came in ragged gasps as you sprinted faster and faster, the sound of your feet pounding against the pavement like a drumbeat.

When you finally reached your room, you collapsed onto your bed, panting and sweating.

You felt utterly exhausted, both physically and emotionally, like you had been carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you let them fall freely, allowing yourself to grieve and process everything you had been holding back. It was like a dam had bursted inside of you, releasing all the pent-up emotions that you had been suppressing.

You covered your arm over your eyes, hating the fact that you were crying over something that seemed so trivial, but the weight of your thoughts was too much to bear.

As you stood up, your legs trembled under the weight of your emotions.

You forced yourself to walk towards the wardrobe, your vision blurry from the tears that wouldn't stop flowing.

Your hand searched for your favorite gray hoodie, the one that always made you feel safe and comforted. Finally, you found it and slipped it on, relishing in the softness and warmth that enveloped your body.

You pulled the hood over your head, cocooning yourself in its familiar embrace. With your arms wrapped tightly around your torso, you collapsed onto your bed, curling up into a ball.

The tears kept streaming down your face, matting your beautiful grayish-white fur.

In that moment, you felt utterly worthless and alone, lost in a sea of existential dread.

The weight of it all was suffocating, pressing down on your chest and making it hard to breathe. You wished you could just make it all go away, to escape from the pain and the uncertainty.

Your sobs were silent but powerful, that echoed slightly through your room. You tried to muffle them with your hands, but they came out anyway.

You hated crying, hated feeling so vulnerable and exposed. But sometimes the weight of the world was just too much to bear, and all you could do was let it out.

The tears flowed freely down your face, unchecked and uncontainable. Your nose was clogged and your throat felt raw from the sobs that wracked your body.