323 NOTES ON MY DILUC DRABBLE ????!!! TYSM MWAH MWAH

323 NOTES ON MY DILUC DRABBLE ????!!! TYSM MWAH MWAH

sorry, my mental health's been shit. i'll try to publish something tomorrow <3

Bitches be like “I’m fine, I don’t need therapy. I have my comfort character.” And their comfort character is traumatized, touch starved and punches their problems.

It’s me. I’m bitches.

hi, i just wanna say i really love the way u write kenma!! 💞💞

ahhh!!!!! thank u SM!! <333

heyho! i got a request (FINALLY) and i'll be publishing that in the next few days!!!! :D how'd you like the keigo drabble?

hi :) id like to request a comfort aizawa/eraser head x gn reader that's struggling with an ed alone fic/drabble? so basically how he'd find out and help and support them? it's ok if you don't feel comfortable, but thank you in advance if you do it!

hi sweetheart, sorry for the delay ಥ_ಥ i hope this is comforting enough and helps you get through whatever you're going through rn, know that i'm here and i'm rooting for you to get better!! ♡

AIZAWA SHŌTA WITH A STRUGGLING S/O

warnings: gn!reader, EDs (mentions of binging and chaotic eating patterns), mentions of self-harm, reader gets slightly injured at some point, angst to fluff, comfort. so much comfort (aizawa being a jewel of a man)

there is no way i can get through this.

it was all too much.

the stress, the thoughts, the food, then the lack of it.

and the tears.

the pain.

those were the ones that stood out the most, your body documenting each and every moment in great detail.

that time you ate "in advance", only to stop for (a new personal record) four days straight without giving in, water, coffee and bananas being your only companions during that tough time.

that time you couldn't hide the scars on your body, sick reminders of your attempts to forget the anguish that lied inside your head, an animal ready to strike whenever you were at your most vulnerable.

or that time when you looked at yourself in the mirror, the stretch marks your hips more preeminent than ever, the flabby side of your underarms noticeable from every angle, no matter how much you turned around, tears running freely down your cheeks.

and shōta couldn't do anything about it.

he tried, he really tried to reach you. he couldn't, though, because you wouldn't let him. and it pained the man to no end, because all he wanted to do was to hug and love and kiss the pain away.

the moment he found out about your struggle he wanted to help, he wanted to show you that you could trust him, you could rely on him, because he cared. he cared about you so much.

unfortunately, though, it was a difficult task. when a person is so deep into that mindset, it's hard for them to get a grip, not to mention that skipping meals made you more prone to getting irritated.

it all got to the point where you two would fight over anything related to food, him questioning you about your poor diet choices and you yelling nonsense at him, telling him that you were fine and that he was smothering you.

"love, i just want to–"

"enough!" you shouted as you got up from the table and stomped your way to the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it.

aizawa looked in disbelief before sighing, getting up from his seat at the kitchen table and making his way towards the bathroom door.

without saying a word, he leaned his back on the cold surface, sliding down on it until he was sitting on the floor, knees pulled to his chest but kept spread apart, head bowed down, with one hand over his face, the other one on the back of his head.

despite his imposing height, he looked so small on the wooden floor, so helpless.

a soft crash was heard from beyond the door.

then, a whimper.

shōta got on his feet in an instant, ready to barge in if needed, when you opened the bathroom door yourself.

tears were gracing your features as two bloody trails ran along your face, from your forehead to your chin.

aizawa was stunned.

"i–"

"shōta," you sniffled. "it hurts."

that woke him up from his trance in an instant.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

"how'd you manage?" he asked softly, dabbing at the (he discovered) small wound on the top of your head with a wet towel.

"it's all because i'm dumb." you half laugh, half sob and he shushes you.

"don't say that, kitten."

you just look at him with round, puffy eyes, the man smiling comfortingly at you.

he put the towel away and leaned towards you, sturdy hands on both sides of your cheeks as his thumbs started stroking aimless patterns on your skin. his dark eyes never left yours as he spoke:

"never stop yourself from seeking help when it comes to this, alright? i'm here, i'll always be here for you, my love. you are not alone, and i will make sure that you realise how loved and cherished you are, regardless of how much you weigh." he said sternly, causing a fresh outburst of tears to flow down your cheeks.

he just kissed them away gently before bandaging your wound and helping you off the counter and into the bed.

it was all warm, the comforter soft beneath your limbs and fingers, the man that slid in next to you even warmer.

you didn't fall asleep instantly, the gentle light coming from the lamp on your nightstand still illuminating shōta softly as he read, tired eyes roaming the pages of a small book with interest.

"what're you reading?"

"hm?" he raised and eyebrow, glancing at you from behind his glasses. "oh, just a novel nemuri borrowed me a while ago."

"mmm, i see."

he kissed your forehead and continued with what he was doing, but not before cuddling you closer into his side.

after a while, the lights were out, and you could feel his strong hands caressing your shoulders softly, then your waist, then your hips, then they tumbled back to hold yours, tiny palms squeezing his affectionately.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

"mooorning" was the first thing that hit you in your sleep-induced confusion, never getting used to his even raspier voice as another day was slowly starting to pull you into motion.

"yeah, you too," you mumble, sleep not yet entirely gone from your drowsy features.

"up we get, darling." you suddenly heard an old tune coming from the radio nestled between the books on the shelf to your left, as the rich smell of coffee made itself present in the room.

you open your eyes to see aizawa standing in the doorway, leaning onto one shoulder, legs crossed carelessly in his hello kitty pijama pants, two mugs of steaming liquid in his hands.

"huh, since when are you so fond of waking up early?"

he just shrugged and walked over to your side of the bed, putting down the mugs and petting your head gently.

"how's the wound doing?"

"'s existing, i guess" you say as you cringe at your outburst from the day before. you sometimes wondered how he kept his composure through it all, while also doing his job as an attentive teacher of a pretty special highschool, caring for a class full of gifted individuals.

"darling, you're drifting away from me again."

it took two blinks to get you back to reality as he smiled and helped you off the bed, while guiding you gently to the bathroom.

"you know i can walk, right?" you say, flustered by his gestures, feeling your cheeks getting more and more warm.

"mhm." he just smiled and kissed the top of your head while the two of you went on with your morning routine.

as soon as you looked at yourself in the mirror, thoughts were starting to creep back into your mind. luckily, though, shōta was alert and kissed away any insecurity that decided to reside inside your pretty little mind and turn your day unpleasant.

after leaving you even more speechless, breathless and disoriented (because of how surprising and welcomed his affection was), you decided that you should give each other face masks, "because that's what couples do" (to which you had to add an "oh my god, you sap")

"don't eat the cucumber, you moron!" you shrieked at him, coffee in hand as you leaned onto the kitchen counter.

"too late" he grinned from his chiar as the radio in your bedroom kept playing song after song, melodies that you happily hummed along to.

yeah, you thought. i guess there is a way to get through this.

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