A Demon's Despair... {Akira Kurusu x Reader!}

A Demon As The Temporary Leader

(A/n): {Let's gO!}

{~Akira's POV.~}

I stretched out with a yawn. I've been having to force myself to get up as soon as I opened my eyes. It's been tough... But I will manage. I thought I'd go check on (Y/n) before I left. So, I walked towards the room next to the new one I was using. I had decided to sleep in the room next to the one (Y/n) was in just in case (she/he) needed anything.

I opened the wooden door and peeked inside. (Y/n) seemed to be asleep. I thought I'd at least check (her/his) fever before leaving so I could have a peace of mind about how (her/his) recovery was going. I quietly walked over to (her/his) bedside, and gently put my hand on (her/his) forehead. It still felt warm, but not as bad as before. So, that was a good sign.

I smiled when I looked down at (Y/n's) sleeping face. I brushed a piece of (her/his) hair back gently as I looked down at (her/him). I made sure to not wake (her/him) when I did. I snapped back to reality when I heard the door creak a bit. I looked over and saw Futaba.

"Oh... Are you checking on (Y/n)...?" Futaba whispered as she walked over to me. It was loud enough for me to hear, but not loud enough to wake (Y/n) up. I nodded.

"Yes. (Her/his) fever is still there, but it's not burning hot like it was before." I whispered softly. Futaba nodded.

"Got it. I'm glad (Y/n) is starting to get better...!" Futaba said with a smile. I smiled as well.

"Me too..."

{°•At The D.S.A. Base Again!°•}

{~Akira's POV.~}

I informed everyone that there were no reports for today. Everyone could train, or just take it easy. One of them took the "take it easy" a little bit more seriously than I would have liked... Because she just laid down on the ground and went to sleep in no time...

Saku just started an argument. Jung actually trained. And Kyoto...instigated violence. Actually, I'm positive he's the one that made that argument break out.

"WHY ARE THEY ALL ACTING LIKE CHILDREN!?" I thought while trying to think of something to make them stop. How are they so well-behaved when (Y/n's) here!? Ren walked over to me.

"Wow..." He said as he looked over at all of the chaos unfolding in front of him. I looked over at him.

"You sure screwed this up. I've never seen them get this out of hand before... Don't you know some way to make them all calm the fuck down? They're behaving like five year olds on a sugar rush!" Ren said. I looked at him in shock.

"DON'T YOU KNOW ABOUT SOMETHING THAT COULD MAKE THEM CALM DOWN!!?? YOU WERE THEIR COMMANDER FOR HOW MANY YEARS!!??" I exclaimed. Ren chuckled.

"Nah. I usually just enjoyed the show, or joined in on the fun. That's why they like me so much." Ren said. I facepalmed.

"I can't believe you're my brother..." I mumbled. Ren shrugged.

"Aye. It's not my fault you're Mr. Perfectionist." Ren said with a smile. I sighed.

"So, basically, you know nothing useful..." I said. Ren chuckled.