Origins Crew x Reader Oneshots/Preferences

(Takeo x Reader)

Being sick amidst a zombie apocalypse isn't exactly a situation held in your favour. But the one and only perk is having Takeo take care of you. You can manage just fine on your own, but Takeo is always there to try his best to serve a helpful purpose when you aren't feeling 100%. This includes protecting you when a horde comes, making sure you get plenty of food and water to keep your strength up, salvaging any medicinal products that he comes by (And spending extra time in a building to look for said items) and so much more. All in the name of looking after you.

Oneday you stumbled out of a room, struggling to contain any of the salvaged sustenance Takeo managed to preserve in your stomach. You steered away from the rest of the group, releasing unholy bial before hacking up the rest of your meal. You shuddered and wiped your mouth, the taste of sour vomit lingering. A hand connected to your shoulder, whipping you around. Taking a moment to register what you were seeing, Takeo Masaki, your carer himself, stood concerned for you.

"Are you alright, my Y/N."

My Y/N?

"Other than the aftertaste of vomit and still feeling like complete shit, i'm fine Tak" Your vocals sounded raspy due to a dry throat, although you would think the vomit would have slightly altered that. But that's disgusting so you quickly stopped thinking about it before you hacked again.

Takeo took you into his arms and lead you away from the rest of the group, getting you cleaned up and forcing you to consume any liquidated food they had and clean water that Takeo salvaged. He then lead you back into the building but to a different section to the rest of the guys, making sure you were tucked in various warm fabrics to keep you as comfortable as possible, you being both sick AND cold in the moment.

"Thanks for...being there for me" You cleared your throat and told him, earning a pleased smile in return.

"It is no problem at all, Y/N. Looking out for you feels natural. Like instinct."

You smiled.

"And, by MY instinct, i would ask that you join me in these blankets" You smirked, him raising an eyebrow before cuddling up to you in the sheets, but keeping a big enough space for you to be comfortable. However, in that moment, you just wanted to be laying in his arms. To feel safe and secure.

The next morning you woke up, drowning in large fabrics and, well, Takeo. You were pressed against his chest, strong and built arms wrapped around your body. Listening to the soothingly slow breathing radiating from his sleeping state. Things had moved so fast in such a short amount of time for you two. A minute ago, you were just strangers looking out for eachother. And now, you can officially admit and declare your love for him. If only you could let him know how much he as a person meant to you, and how much you loved him. But it's a lot harder than you thought it would be.

You felt Takeo's breathing hitch before hearing a soft yawn escape his lips. You looked up and emerged from his grip, sheepishly smiling. His eyes widened with surprise.

"Oh. Morning" He said, stretching out his cramped limbs.

"Morning to you too" You coughed out, feeling the sting of the first morning sentence not cooporating well with your cold.

"Still sick?"

"Still sick."

"Hm. If only it could go away overnight" He sighed.

"You can say that again" You coughed, standing up, allowing him to stand as well.

"I hate seeing you in pain...i really care about you."

Takeo slightly spilled his heart out. You smiled brightly.

"Same goes for you, Tak."

"No. I have...feelings for you" He admitted.

You coughed loudly again and looked into his eyes.

"Wait really?"

He sighed and crashed his lips into yours, you smiling through the kiss and gladly returning the gesture. When you pulled away for a breath, you looked into each others eyes for a moment, taking in the cute moment.

"Does that mean you like me back?" He asked, looking hesitant and slightly worried.

"One hundred percent" You giggled, then stopped and let out an annoyed groan.

"Now you're going to get sick."

"Well if i do, atleast you'll be there to take care of me."