Soft (Makoto X Reader)

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    A startling sensation of apprehension crawled up your spine at an alarmingly rapid pace, threatening to cause your heart to pulsate right out of your thundering rib cage as your steady breaths turned into ones of capricious flow. It was unusual how out of nowhere you began accumulating this abundant amount of stress and anxiety, over what exactly you weren't too sure, yet you knew it left your mind in a frenzy and stomach in twists. Grasping the silky sheets of the bed in your fists, you attempted to steady yourself by focusing on the durable sighs of your slumbering lover, trying to match your rate of breaths with his. You longed so desperately to wake him and ask to console you in your time of need, but you knew he had hardships of his own and needed those precious hours of sleep to manage throughout the day. Yet even with your stiff and rigid position on the mattress as you tried not to wake him, you felt the mattress behind you shift slightly and creak with weight. Fearing you had caused him to stir, you shut your eyes tightly, holding your breath in your throat.

    "... You can't sleep," his hushed voice echoed behind you. He chuckled softly, brushing his fingertips over your shoulder delicately. "Don't try to hide it, I know you're awake." As you slowly turned to face him in response, his content expression turned to one of concern as his jade eyes flitted about your silent countenance, surveying every detail about your worrisome expression. From the furrow of your brows to the lowering of your eyes, or even how your hands grasped softly at the pillow beneath your head. And as you raised your eyes to meet his, you saw something so simple, yet so genuine and pure, it absolutely took your breath away. A tranquil expression settled over his visage, brows slightly knitted as a small smile adorned his lips, green eyes glimmering with a caring and affectionate sheen. It was... soft. Subtly sympathetic and warmhearted. He seemed almost understanding in his adoring gaze, outstretching his arms towards your figure. "Hey," he hummed, seeing tears poke at the corners of your eyes. "It's okay. Come here."

    Obediently shuffling closer, you pressed your forehead to his collarbone, nimble fingers splayed out over his bare toned chest as his strong arms wrapped about your waist, setting his lips on the top of your head. "Don't cry," he murmured, kissing your temple gently. "What's wrong?" he asked, pulling away slightly and looking down towards your frightened figure.

    "It's just..." you hesitated, glancing away. "I don't have any special talents like you. None of the colleges are going to want me like how they want you and your friends. What if... What if I have no future? What if I can't do anything with my life?" you whispered, meeting his gaze.

    He gave you another one of his soft understanding expressions, encircling your lips with his gently and reassuringly. "I was there too," he murmured, a gentle smile playing onto his lips. "But... you don't have to worry about that. I'm here for you, and I always will be, no matter what." Holding you close to his chest once again, he pecked the top of your head as you nuzzled into his warm presence. "Sleep now, okay? It's going to be okay... I know it will..."

    His soft and compassionate gaze is one of the main reasons you fought so desperately hard. Just so you'd know that everything was going to be okay, just as he said. He was the last small ray of hope in a darkened room locked from the outside. He aided you in your time of need, and that's more than you could ever ask for.