The Kou one is done!! Laito is up next!! 😀 Hope you don’t mind that I decided to do these in short fic form~

Blindfolded, so he couldn’t use his magic eye to gain any kind of upper hand, you could see faint tear tracks along the flushed skin of Kou’s cheeks.

You’d spent the past ten minutes talking to him, breaking down every wall you could find, little by little pulling apart the glue that held together his carefully constructed facade. Kou had been left just helpless enough that he wouldn’t be able to keep himself together, and you’d slowly pulled away every bit of fakeness that he clung to, used to shield himself from the world.

His shoulders were shaking, little trembles spasming through him as he fought with whatever pride he had left not to cry. What you could see of his face was scrunched up, streaked with messy, wet tears.

When you lowered a hand to his face to brush away tears, he flinched.

“Poor thing. You didn’t want me to see this, did you?” you murmured, stroking your fingers over hot, damp skin. “Are you afraid?”

Kou sobbed, trying to curl up on himself, but you nudged his limbs back apart, not letting him hide. “O-Of course not,” he whined, voice fragile and weak. “I– I don’t–It feels like you’re taking me apart.” His hand found your wrist, squeezing, and he hesitantly nuzzled at your hip.

“Do you want me to stop?” you asked, and Kou froze. A little whine left his throat, and his hand tightened around your wrist, bruising.

“N-No! I’m, it’s–” he shuddered again, so hard you could feel it. “Please don’t leave me. I need you.” There was a raw emotion in his voice like nothing you’d ever heard from him, something vulnerable and open.

“Not gonna leave,” you crooned, leaning down to press soft little kisses onto what skin of his face you can reach. Kou whimpered at the touch, squirming, and when he reached up to tug you down to him, you went willingly. You let yourself be pulled back onto the bed, where Kou latched on.

You pulled him close to you, looping an arm around his skinny shoulders and letting him nuzzle into your chest. He clings to you like he needs the affection terribly, pressing his blindfolded face close.

“Good boy. Thank you so much for trusting me. I won’t leave, promise. I’ll be right here to take care of you,” you say, soft.

Kou whines, mumbles something into your skin about how broken he is, and your heart aches. This is the real him. At least, as close to it as you’ve ever gotten, and what you’re finding is heartbreaking.

What’s happened to him is so far beyond what you know how to deal with. Just getting to the root of the trauma like this is hard for both of you. You can’t imagine what you’d have to do to actually start fixing anything that you’ve found. You don’t know if Kou could take it.

“It’s okay if you’re broken,” you say, pausing for just a moment to press another kiss into his soft hair. “I’ll love you no matter what.”