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Gaz x Reader (Fluffy - Eczema Comfort)

You wake up in your dimly lit room, Kyle lays sound asleep beside you. It's happening again and the only thing you try to focus on is the sound of the air conditioning as it hums in the background. As the night wore on, an unexpected itch disrupted your slumber, causing you to squirm uncomfortably in your sleep, inevitably waking you up completely. 

Your eyes fluttered open, and you found yourself enveloped in darkness. The itch persisted, a familiar sensation that had haunted you since childhood – eczema, a relentless companion. You shifted quietly, not wanting to disturb Gaz's peaceful rest beside you. The fabric of your clothing seemed to conspire against you, triggering an irritating cascade of discomfort.

Unable to bear the incessant itch any longer, you sit up in bed. The soft exhales of Gaz indicated his deep sleep, unaware of the silent struggle unfolding beside him. You fumbled for your phone, using its glow to navigate the room without waking Gaz. Carefully, you tiptoe to the bathroom, your movements guided by the faint moonlight streaming through the window and off the screen of your phone. 

Once in the bathroom, you sighed as you peel off the offending clothes, revealing your inflamed skin beneath. The mirror in front of you reflected your irritation, your frustration, your pain and your insecurities. Gaz knows about the flare ups but from time to time, you try to hide it away and forget about it. The red patches on your skin always a painful reminder that you're never going to get rid of it. You search for your lotion, the one that the doctors prescribed to you when you were a kid, though recently your skin has been fighting even harder against it. 

You shake your head but sigh in slight relief as the itching subsides by only a bit, though now a burning sensation emerges and you groan as you go to rinse the lotion off your skin. The cool water relieving you just a bit - for another few seconds, then it begins to itch all over again. 

"Dammit!" You hiss and stare at yourself, tears starting to form and your nose running. With a sniffle you scratch at one of the red patches again. 

Back in the bedroom, Gaz stirred at the muffled sound of your sniffling. His instincts kicked in, alert to the slightest deviation from the ordinary. Slowly opening his eyes, he noticed your silhouette in the dim light of the bathroom. 

"Y/n," Gaz whispered, his voice a delicate murmur that reached your ears. Startled, you turned towards him, his eyes adjusting to the low light. You stand there with nothing on your upper half, yet you attempt to mask the traces of tears that glistened in your eyes.

"What's wrong?" Gaz asked, his concern evident. You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should try to tell him or just let him take in the scene and come to his own conclusion. 

"It's just... my skin," You confess, your voice barely audible and breaking. Gaz, ever vigilant, moved closer, his gaze softening as he took in the raw red, freshly scratched patches on your skin. He shakes his head and smiles softly to try to soothe your insecurities as much as he can in the moment. He reaches out to hold your face in his hands and you lean into his reassuring touch.

Kyle shifted his focus to providing solace. He gently guides you back to the bed, creating a makeshift cocoon of pillows and blankets. With a faint smile, he retrieved a tablet from the bedside table, determined to distract you from the persistent itch.

"Let's find something to take your mind off it," Gaz suggested, his voice a comforting anchor in the quiet room. He scrolled through the tablet, exploring a variety of shows and movies, searching for the perfect distraction. You nestled against the pillows after he'd found the biggest shirt he could find so it would be as loose as possible on your body. 

As the screen illuminated your faces, Gaz found a lighthearted comedy series. He pressed play, and the room filled with the laughter of fictional characters. You, momentarily drawn into the storyline, forgot the incessant itch that had plagued you moments before. Gaz, keenly observant, noticed the shift in your mood and silently rejoiced in the small victory.

Engrossed in the entertainment, you find yourself chuckling along with the characters, the scripted humor momentarily overshadowing the persistent discomfort. 

As the episode concluded, Gaz glanced at you, gauging your response. The itch, though still present, had momentarily lost its grip on your attention and you keep watching the show until he finally whispers to you.

"Better?" Gaz asked, a genuine concern etched on his face. You nod, gratitude in her eyes. Recognizing the soothing effects of the show for now, he sets up another episode. The soft glow of the screen illuminated the room once again as the fictional world unfolded before you. Kyle observed as your restlessness gradually gave way to the gentle rhythm of her breath almost syncing with his as you started to slowly fall asleep watching the characters. 

As the episode progressed, your eyelids continued to grow heavy. He adjusts the blankets to ensure your comfort, not over your arms where the eczema happened to be but across your legs. In the glow of the screen, you finally succumbed to the embrace of sleep.

As the episode reached its conclusion, Gaz muted the tablet, leaving only the ambient hum of the air conditioning. You move down a bit, getting a little more comfortable wrapped in the soft cocoon of blankets.

Gaz lays beside you, his hand gently rubbing your arm where it isn't itchy for you, eventually falling asleep himself all over again. 

(( x_Neito_Monoma_x here you are love, I apologize for it taking so long, I got --- distracted and needed a small break from writing these XD but here it is! I hope you enjoy it! ))