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WARMER | RYUGUJI KEN

you cross your arms over your chest and shrink into yourself a little bit as another wave of goosebumps run down you, and you come to the aggravating revelation that your weather app is a liar.

“sure you’re good?” mitsuya asks beside you, chuckle lacing his voice, sending an amused glance in your direction as he averts his attention from the fight a few yards away.

“i’m fine,” you huff, frowning at the way your voice wavers and even more so when mitsuya just laughs again before turning his attention back forward. you try to follow his lead, focus on the way takemichi is punching some guy in the face. a weak attempt to ignore your shivers.

it wasn’t supposed to be cold today. sure, fall has started and the temperature is dropping, but when you checked the broadcast before coming it wasn’t supposed to be too bad. maybe chilly enough that you should’ve brought a light jacket, but warm enough that you would be fine without it.

it was supposed to be decent, not freezing.

there’s a few swings here, some half asses punches there, the occasional failed kick thrown in, and suddenly you’re too bored to use the little training match as a distraction to combat your dilemma. you shiver again, rubbing at your arms, and suddenly a figure comes into view on your left.

when you look up you’re met with the eyes of draken, blank expression save for the slight crease in his brow as he stares down at you. his bangs hang in his eyes, blowing slightly as a breeze drifts through.

“hey, kenny,” you smile, sheepishly you must admit, as you try to choke down the chattering of your teeth.

he looks at you a second longer, gaze burning all the way into your soul it feels like, before he turns his attention to the center of the makeshift fight ring that’s going on.

“dumbass,” he mumbles, low and deep, as he looks onward.

“rudeass,” you counter. a pout tugs at your lips and if your arms weren’t already crossed over your chest then this would be the perfect timing to do so.

“it’s not rude if it’s true.” and you want to punch him, take him out in that ring instead, because can’t he see you’re suffering enough here without his berating?

“that doesn’t even—whatever. besides i’m fine, so.”

“pfft yeah,” draken scoffs, turns his eyes down at you again as the edges of his lips quirk up into the faintest signs of a smirk. “shivering to death. totally fine.”

“i’m going to stab you,” you threaten, narrowing your eyes up at him, trying to seem as intimidating as possible with your glare.

then draken leans down, bends at the waist until he’s at your level, eyes never once leaving yours even as he gets closer, right in your little bubble. it feels static almost, and you can feel him without even needing to touch. his breath is warm as it fans across your face when he opens his mouth.

“get in line, sweetheart.”

and he grins now, completely open and oh so charming as mikey calls the fight and tells draken to show the boys how it’s really done. he slips the jacket from his shoulders and drapes it over yours before making his way towards the ring. he looks back to you, smug expression too attractive for his own good, cant of his lips a bit too cocky for your liking.

“and hey,” he calls, rolling his shoulders out as he steps one foot into the ring, “keep that warm for me, yeah?”

you roll your eyes at him, but even your annoyance can’t stamp down the smile that tugs the edges of your lips as fully bury yourself into draken’s jacket.

and maybe you do cheer as he sends the first punch to his opponent’s gut. and maybe you are just a tad bit too excited for practice regimen spars. and maybe you actually shush mitsuya as he tries to make a cheeky remark because you’re too focused on the blond kicking ass a few yards away from you.

none of that matters now though, because the shivering has stopped, the goosebumps are gone, and you’re warmer.

but you aren’t too sure that’s from the jacket.

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DEAR FUCKING LORD I CANT STAND THIS

[ 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 ] — 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍 (𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍)

for @myakkun ‘s happily ever after & forevers collab

notes: pregnant! reader / afab! reader

draken hates the pregnancy pillow.

he hates it with a passion that burns throughout depths so deep, he’s unsure how he’s put up with it for so long. and by so long, it’s really only been a few days, but your bed doesn’t really allow much room for him with the giant pillow, therefore he’s stuck in the guest room.

and he hates it. he wants to hold you in his arms and feel your warmth, he wants to kiss your lips goodnight as your eyes close slowly, he wants to rub your belly and feel your baby kick, and he wants to fall asleep to your hushed voice as you murmur little secrets to him—but mostly, he really just wants to be there, just so he can make sure himself that you’re okay.

because that’s his job, and this is his family. his. he’s never had one—not like this anyway. it’s the homely kind where he gets to come to a house and listen to sock-clad feet run to him, the kind where saturdays are reserved for movies and dinners and evening strolls in the park. he’s always wanted one, and he’s so, so close to making it a reality. but the tiniest part of his brain in the far back corner whispers that it’s all too good to be true.

and he wants nothing more than for it to be true, and he wants to be there to watch over you so he can make sure of it, but the damned pillow coming in the way makes that a tad bit difficult.

“goodnight, kenny,” you murmur, settling into bed against the large cushion. “see you in the morning.” draken fights the urge to toss it out the window, lips curling into a tiny pout as he eyes the cramped bit of free space beside you.

“ah...i think...i think i’ll stay in here tonight,” he mumbles. “it’s cold in that room.” frowning, you tilt your head in confusion.

“cold? isn’t that room usually warmer than—”

“well, i hate it in there,” he blurts. and he almost kicks himself, instantly regretting the words when he sees the look on your face. you’re too good for this world, too good for him, too good to be staring at him with guilt in your eyes.

“do you want me to get rid of the pillow?” you ask quietly, and to his dismay, he hears you sniffle. panic sets in.

“n-no! baby, of course not. if it helps you sleep better, that’s all i care about. you’re carrying my baby, after all. don’t...don’t worry your pretty little head over—”

“why didn’t you tell me? now i feel awful,” you say with teary eyes. his own eyes widen, and he stares at you, unsure of how to fix what he’s started. your lips wobble slightly, and his composure cracks a little.

“‘s not on you, babe, i—”

“i’m...i’m the worst aren’t i?” you pout, voice cracking as you stare at him sadly, “just so selfish. you can’t sleep in our bed cause of me.” and he knows this isn’t really you speaking, he knows your emotions are a bit out of tune right now, but he can’t help but take even the smallest of your woes seriously.

“no,” he sighs. “no, of course not. you’re the best,” he says gently, sitting beside you and cupping your face with his large hand, rubbing over your cheek with his thumb. “you’re an angel. carrying our baby, lookin’ all pretty, still taking care of me when you should be relaxing” he murmurs. “you’re perfect.”

“best you ever had?” you sniffle hopefully. he chuckles, nodding.

“best of the best.”

“so that means you’ve had plenty before me, huh?” you raise a brow, and he sighs, preparing himself to stay calm as your mood shifts. but he thinks he likes you this way, pregnant and vulnerable and sometimes a little grouchy—because you’re pregnant and vulnerable and sometimes a little grouchy and his.

“i knew that i wanted to see you round and pregnant with my child the moment i laid eyes on you,” he nods with faux seriousness, “never felt that with anyone else.” you giggle, rolling your eyes, and even though he chuckles, he sags slightly in relief.

“that’s perverted ken,” you snort.

“no, it’s dedicated,” he grins. and his hand lays gently over your bump, robbing soft circles over it as he stares down admiringly.

draken’s never been soft. he’s rough around the edges, and sometimes he says things rather tersely, but he’s love. in its rawest form, he is love. it’s his nature to care, and the annoying texts he sends constantly to check if you’ve drunk enough water, and the stupid way his hand hovers over corners of tables when you approach even if you’re a few feet away, and the way he sleeps in the hellish empty little guest room just so you can be comfortable are all ways he proves that through and through, draken is love.

he’s your love, and he loves you.

“would you like to spend the night in here? with me?” you ask.

“i think you mean us,” he corrects. “my little man is here too,” he leans down, pressing a delicate kiss to your belly.

“it could be your little girl,” you point out with a roll of your eyes. “but fine, would you like to join us in bed tonight?”

“what about your pillow? ya don’t need it?” he asks hesitantly. you shake your head, smiling gently as you sit up and set it down on the floor.

“not if you hold me,” you murmur.

“well, if you insist,” he hums happily, instantly crawling into bed beside you, “could never deny you.” you roll your eyes, chuckling quietly, and he chuckles too. and soon, you’re both laughing in synch—happy and together and ready for the grueling realities of parenthood. he holds you in his arms, kisses your lips, and rubs a hand over your belly to feel your baby kick, ready to fall asleep to your hushed voice as you murmur little secrets to him—just like he’s been wanting to. “and by the way, i’m definitely having a little man.”

a/n: i am two hours late to submitting BUT technically this is my second submission, and my first was the first in the whole collab