Forgotten Love {Matsu x Reader}

Chapter 17

"Jyushimatsu-san!"

Trying to grasp the yellow matsu who was kicking his legs, flailing around in pain. Seconds ago, you were on the phone with your mother, who just wanted to inform you that they were going to go shopping and take Renny with them. But hearing a sudden scream, whipping your head around to see Jyushimatsu on the ground! Without a second thought you hung up and rushed to his side, hence why you are here. "Jyushimatsu-san! Its okay!" trying to speak over his cries of pain. He was crying?! What the heck was happening! Finally, just diving in, you swaddle your arms around him. Bring him close, feeling him trying to fight it, kicking, screaming, but you continued to hold him close. His head to your chest, hoping the feel if your heart beat might bring him back or calm him.

So warm... Its so warm. Whoever was holding him was so warm and soft. Really soft. The distorted ring started to slowly fade away, his legs sore from kicking. His heart beat slowed down, his breathing returning back to normal. He felt so sore... That was something he never experience. All his life, he never experience a sign soreness in his body. But he felt like his limbs would fall off, his throat sore, his eyes stinging. "Ah..."a relief of a sigh escape his lips as he nuzzled against the warmth. Slowly opening his eyes he rested his cheek against the soft surface, his vision still trying to focus. Seeing the name tag, he knew now who was warmth and soft. He dozily look up, a weak smile form on his lips, "(Y/n)-san..."

"Its okay.." shushing him as you continue to cradle him. Lifting a careful hand to patting the top of his baseball cap. Now it was your turn to soothe him. This wasn't the first time.. Todomatsu.. Choromatsu... Now Jyushimatsu... They were all experiencing something that created pain. You started to wonder if the others were feeling it, Ichimatsu, Karamatsu, and...Osomatsu. Rocking back and forth, kissing his forehead, mother mode kicking in. Not realizing what you were doing to the ball of sunshine.

Jyushimatsu hum happily feeling your lips against his forehead, a blush staining his cheeks, wrapping his arms around your waist. This is nice, normally he would do anything crazy from receiving this treatment, but his whole body ached and more importantly... This felt right. Something about this was also familiar... maybe it's the warmth.. The softness.. Or both. He didn't care. "(Y/n)-san." longingly closing his hues as he rub his face further into your bosom, his baseball cap pushing upwards then fall to the side. Snuggling against the top of his head, closing your eyes with a faint smile on your lips. Cheeks fluster with a hint of pink, thank goodness he's okay. Wait. What were you doing? Tensing in place, your eyes snap open, dreading to look under you.

This was the moment you realized you don goof.

What came over you?! Cradling Jyushimatsu as if you were his...his... lov-nope! God you just hope no one was watching! Shifting your eyes to take a look at your surroundings, seeing a few people at a distance passing by whispering, others covering their children's eyes. NOW THEY LOOK?! NOW THE GIVE A SHIT?! No! This can't go on like this! Shaking slightly you decided to think about a logical way to get out of this.

"Hey.. Uh Jyushimatsu-san.. Do you wanna go to the hospital-" "No." he shot down quickly

"Then how about I take you home-" "No." another quick reply

"Uh but you're head was really hurting. Wouldn't it be-" "No." moving down nuzzling against your mid torso.

Shit.

"Well, uh-" shifting your eyes left to right, "I want to stay with (Y/n)-san.."

Fluttering your hues at his statement you pulled away slightly, but he wouldn't let you. His grasp around you firm and tight, he didn't want any type of distance between you two.

Jyushimatsu doesn't know why but he felt like if he were to let you go, he'd never see you again... Remember you again... Like that memory. Is that what his brothers' were experiencing? It's painful. Heartbreaking really. Having these memories spring onto them, then phase out in distorted pixels. Letting one hand loose he move to touch the side of your stomach. That memory of the humid night... Something tells him that he made the mistake of letting you go. Shifting his hand back, his fingers gripping the back of your white blouse you wore, pulling slightly.