𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

the day had been absolute hell.

from the moment you woke up, everything had gone wrong—your alarm never went off, making you late. school had been a disaster, and to top it all off, a cruel comment from someone you barely even knew had been the final straw.

it wasn't even about what they said. it was about everything piling up, wave after wave crashing into you until you felt like you couldn't take it anymore.you wanted to cry.

god, you wanted to cry so badly.

but you held it in, forcing yourself to keep it together for just a little longer.by the time you made it back home, exhaustion was clinging to your bones, weighing you down like lead.

you opened the door quietly, stepping inside and shutting it gently behind you, as if the sound itself might shatter the fragile control you had over your emotions.

the dim glow of the tv flickered in the darkened room, casting soft light onto kunigami's broad silhouette. he was lounging on the couch, one muscular arm draped over the backrest as he absentmindedly scrolled through his phone, half-watching some random show. the moment he heard you walk in, his head snapped up.

"hey, babe—" he paused, his deep voice cutting off the second he saw your face. the easy warmth in his expression vanished, replaced instantly with concern.

kunigami was observant. he noticed everything, especially when it came to you. the redness in your eyes, the way your hands trembled slightly as you set your bag down—it all told him something was wrong.

"come here," he murmured, his voice softer now. "tell me what happened. i'll listen to anything, no matter what."

and just like that, the last of your restraint crumbled.

you didn't even hesitate. crossing the space between you in seconds, you crashed into his chest, burying your face in the fabric of his hoodie as the sobs broke free.

his arms wrapped around you in an instant, one strong hand splaying across your back while the other cradled the back of your head.he held you tight, steady—like a rock against the storm raging inside you.

the sound of your muffled sobs filled the quiet room, and kunigami could feel your warm tears soaking through his hoodie. the realization made his chest ache, his grip tightening just slightly as he pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head.

"shh, shh, it's okay," he murmured, one hand moving to stroke your hair, fingers running through the strands in slow, soothing motions. "you don't have to talk about it right now. just let it out, sweetheart. i've got you."

the way he held you—so secure, so steady—made your whole body begin to relax, the weight on your shoulders lifting, even if just a little.

kunigami kept running his fingers through your hair, occasionally brushing his lips over your temple, whispering quiet reassurances against your skin. every word, every touch was careful, patient—like he was trying to piece you back together without hurting you further.

after a while, your sobs turned into sniffles, and you slowly lifted your head from his chest, rubbing at your swollen eyes. kunigami reached out, catching your wrist and guiding your hand away before using his sleeve to gently wipe away the tear tracks on your face.

"you know what you need right now?" he said, his voice warm and soothing. "a movie and some (f/f). no arguing, babe."

you let out a weak laugh, still thick with emotion, but you nodded, resting your forehead against his shoulder. he wrapped his arms around you protectively, holding you there like he never wanted to let go.

"i'll take care of everything," he promised, pressing another soft kiss to your forehead. "just stay right here with me."

and for the first time all day, you felt safe.

𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠