𝒲ဝｍ𝘣-ꓚ੦𝙘ჿᴑ𝘯ｉռ𝔤 ℰ𝒎𝗼𝑡ⅈ𝕠𝖓𝖘 (JJK X Male Reader)

Die, Die, Die, Die

[3rd Person POV]

Y/N, felt so heavy, no desire to stand up and try to turn his head side to side to see where his brought was dragged to. His face felt so sore, choosing it to be the reason he will lay down, this is relaxing.

His cheek brushed against a soft fabric, it felt rough when he jerked his head hard enough to the side.

The texture felt similar to a hand, sometimes you'll brush your fingers across your cheek to mimic a similar touch to like of a mother's but letting your fingers trace your cheeks a little harsh causes scratches to be made.

Kori: "Y/N? You awake?"

Staring upwards, making her voice heard the male groaned and stood up or sat up. Finding himself to be in a Sushi Restaurant.

Kori: "Want some?"

It seemed everyone was around the table all eating sushi, though everyone was here if felt as one was left out despite being here.

Before a word could slip from his mouth. the sweet taste of rice touched his tongue as the cold salmon felt refreshing. With the taste of rice and fish came the hands that made a mask over his lips, not to prevent the action to speak but to let not even a single grain of rice slip from his mouth.

Forcing upon himself to swallow the sushi, not bite down and chew softly to enjoy the flavor, his throat it felt as it suffocated, the ball of food stuck in place so it will not go down even more. A tight sensation, it made him so dizzy. Saliva spilled from the corner of his lips. His eye went wide, they turned red from the immense struggle and pain to swallow down, down, down, down a small amount of food.

Why is it so hard?

You swallowed her sweet nectar, what is the difference between the sweet rice?

Is it the person who feeds you like a toddler?

It's the person?

Kori patted his back gently as he spits the food onto a napkin, no one seemed to notice or care about him as either one was too excited about the changing taste in food or being sour over being uninvited yet invited as a group to eat.

Y/N: "I don't wanna eat"

Mumbling so slowly and softly it sounded he spoke an ancient language of the olden times, only Kori understood him.

She had to learn how to read his lips due he moved them in a way so delicately, eyes that had to take in every detail of moving lips. Kori wants him to feel more opened minded, more talkative even if he does not wish for those qualities.

Shyness is the comfort and the shield for depression and overthinking minds, and souls.

Nobara: "Kori stop hogging all the good plates of food!"

Kori: "Their not mine their Y/N's"

Defending him by hugging him close, his body did not flinch from her warmth body. It felt cozy, soft like silk hair of an owl, their large body that collied with his small fragile body. As two large arms/wings buried him deep creating a sort of womb. "Mom," he mumbled as he let himself sleep on her, a single mellow droplet of satiny glass, spilled and stained Kori's ankle.

A soft little touch of ocean brought her to look down, Kori mouth opened slightly at the action of Y/N. Feeling still due to the new memory burying into all the other memories of Y/N of how much he'll avoid the comfort she gave him. He accepted it, the hug, a small hug that was meant to be nothing but a gesture of warmth.