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It’s going to be okay, but it’s going to be different

Summary:Y/N just lost a very dear friend and doesn’t know how to go on with life, luckily her husband Shouta is there.

TW:death/mention of death

[sorry for bad English]

“I’m sorry, they didn’t make it.”

These were the words that destroyed you.

One of your dearest friends, gone.

Just gone.

It hurt you, destroyed you.

All you could do was lying there, in your and your husband’s bed, all day. You weren’t able to stand up, the moment the call you got would play again and again in your head.

“I’m sorry, they didn’t make it.”

That’s all you were able to think about for the last two weeks, well beides the haunting thoughts.

What if you called them before it happened?

What if you invited them over instead of going grocery shopping?

What if you were with them?

What if ———

“Y/N? Are you asleep?”

Your tired eyes look up.

And they met other tired eyes, though they were not tired because of nightmares like yours were.

All you could do was stare at your husband. Too drained to say something.

So you just lied back down.

Shouta knew what real loss means, so he understands what you’re going through. And so he understands what you need.

The mattress shifts as he climbs into bed and lies down next to you.

“You should eat something.”

He starts to rub your back, you love it when he does that, but right now you just feel nothing.

They also loved it when they got physical touch, like hugging, now you can’t hug them anymore, because now they’re———

“I got a call.”

You look at him.

“The date for the funeral…”

You look away again.

“Death is so weird, all their things still were at their house, as if they’re coming back..”

Your voice is quiet and shaky.

“I know baby, I know.”

Shouta gave you a quick kiss.

“Want a Bath?”

You shake your head.

“Y/N…”

You don’t answer.

You also don’t resist as he picks you up and walks with you to the bathroom.

He sets you in the bathtub and starts the water, it’s cold at first and then warm, like the blanket. Does death feel like that?

Your husband gives you a scalp massage while shampooing your hair. You let yourself glide further into the bathtub.

“Want to get out?”

You don’t answer, so he lets you stay inside for a bit more. After half an hour he gets you out and dries you off. He then gives you a fresh shirt, it still smells clean. You didn’t smell that for a long time.

Shouta gives you some pyjama pants and carries you to the couch. You need a room change. Even if it’s a small one.

“Movie?”

You shake your head again.

He sighs and sits down next to you. You lean into him and he kisses your shoulder.

“You want to go?”

You blink, when did he start talking?

“Hm?”

“To the funeral?”

You stay quiet.

Before you break out into tears, many tears. And sobs, and sniffs.

And Shouta just holds you while gently rocking your body.

That’s all he can do right now.

You didn’t cry for a very long time, thought there were no tears left. It seems like there were.

You cry into Shouta’s chest, his shirt will be all wet after but that’s okay. All he can do is rocking you and reassuring you the moment he notices that you’re struggling to calm down yourself.

“Shhh Baby, i know…it’s okay..”

You slowly start to calm down. Still having a shaky breath but that’s okay.

Shouta wipes your remaining tears away and gives you another kiss.

“H-how can I g-go on with l-life…”

“That’s the hard part about death Y/N, acceptance. It’s going to be okay, but it’s going to be different.”

And it just happened like that.

It took some time but it turned out okay.

It just was a bit different, but that was okay.

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includes: hitoshi shinso

fem!reader

a/n: here's this to make up for the hitoshi angst, frannie once again sending the best reqs, super super sickeningly sweet

the netflix show you had been watching is paused as you hear keys jingling right outside your apartment door. the only light in the apartment comes from the tv and the stove light on in the kitchen.

hitoshi had been gone for 2 weeks, working on a mission in kyoto, leaving you alone, and, frankly, paranoid. you read the time on your phone, the bright light causing you to squint before reading ‘1:48 AM’.

the door sweeps open as a tall figure walks in, his footsteps slow and dragging as he shuts the door behind him. only when he looks toward the couch do you see it's only hitoshi. his eyes widen at the sight of you awake as you get up from the couch in record speed to run and hug him.

he lets out a small “oomf,” as you tackle his body but he lets out a low chuckle as he wraps his arms around you in return.

“you’re home,” you murmur, your words muffled by his capture scarf. he chuckles as he buries his head in your hair, inhaling sharply as his grip tightens around you.

“i am,” he rasps, his throat scratchy from the mission, “now what are you doing up, hm?”

“was just watching a show,” you muse, your face parting from his body to peer up at him as he looks down at you. “pleasant surprise that you came home tonight.”

“mm, yeah?” he rasps once again, one of his hands departing from its place around you to stroke your cheek. “missed you,” he murmurs as he digs his nose into your neck.

you wrap your arms around his neck as you giggle, flinching slightly from the contact of his nose to your ticklish neck. “bet i missed you more,”

“mmm, i don't think so,” he muses, his lips quirking up as he separates from your neck once again. he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, savoring your taste of which he’s been deprived.

“are you ready to sleep?” you ask once the two of you part, hitoshi’s lips forming a small pout at the action. 

“hafta shower..” he murmurs, his thumb gliding along your jaw as he takes you in, his eyes filled with relief and adoration. 

“mm, i don’t mind if you're a bit sweaty, toshi, let’s just get in bed.” you say, your hand playing with the damp, violet hairs at the nape of his neck. “you can shower in the morning,”

he chuckles softly at your words, “but i stink, angel.”

you scoff playfully, “i love your stink,” you say, emphasizing your point by burying your face in his chest and inhaling elaborately, pulling a soft laugh out of the man.

“alright, alright, point made. let’s get in bed.” he murmurs as you part from his chest, smiling cheekily up at him. 

you move away from hitoshi as you walk to the couch, grabbing the remote and turning off the tv. hitoshi waits patiently for you to pad back over to him before leading the both of you into your bedroom.

you plant a kiss on hitoshi’s cheek before going into the bathroom. he quickly changes into a clean pair of boxers before trudging to the bathroom behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as you wash your face. 

a smile forms on your lips at his touch and you rinse your face, drying it off with the towel hanging beside the sink as hitoshi clings onto you. you brush your teeth before grabbing hitoshi’s toothbrush and squirting a glob of toothpaste onto it. you turn around to face hitoshi, a low whine escaping his throat at the movement.

“calm down, toshi, just gotta brush your teeth.” his eyes open lazily, peering down at you before opening his mouth. you gently brush his teeth, one hand gripping his jaw as you maneuver the toothbrush around his mouth. when you finish, you move to the side as he spits in the sink.

you place his toothbrush back in its holder before taking hitoshi’s hand and walking back to the bedroom. you get under the covers and he follows, his body strewn across yours as he buries his face in your neck, his preferred cuddling position.

he sighs softly as you two get comfortable, his arms wrapping under your body as he holds onto your waist. “missed you so much, missed everything about you,” he murmurs into your neck, burrowing his nose into your hair.

“i missed you too, toshi,” you say softly, your hand moving to tangle your fingers in his soft hair. 

the only response you receive is hitoshi’s soft snoring.

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