《EUDEMONIA;; ie orion.》22
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breathe
feat. hiroto the sleeping beauty lmao
“y/n, our daughter...”
you widened your eyes at the sight of the person who brought you to this world, your–
“mother..? what, why are you here..?” you stuttered as you retreated when your mother took a step towards you. “you're supposed to be dead, why– how are you in here..?” you flinched when your mother suddenly hugged you.
she hugged you tightly, so tight it was beginning to suffocate you.
you shut your eyes as you gasped for air and tried pushing her away. “our daughter, we love you so much...” your mother's voice, a voice you've long since forgotten– a voice so gentle and so smooth.
you clutched at her dress, hungry for oxygen. you opened your eyes and felt shivers down your spine. a woman with a distorted body and an unrecognizable face was there instead of your mother.
“y/n, we love you so much. we loved you... but what did you do?” your mother's gentle voice was gone, replaced with something so dark and evil, something so sadistic.
“you killed us. you killed us, y/n!”
you tried catching your breath when the woman pulled away. “you killed us, why did you kill us? how could you kill us, how, how, how, how, how?!”
you gritted your teeth, shaking your head, “i didn't, shut up!”
“aah, our y/n... while we were laying on our pool of blood, the naive little you were on your way escaping your pursuers... selfish, how selfish, indeed.” you bared your teeth at her and glared, “i said shut up.”
“they attacked the l/n family because they were after you, but you escaped..! how could you escape? how could you leave us behind?! how, how, how?!”
you gripped her neck and pushed her to the wall. “i told you to shut your mouth.” the woman laughed even as you squeeze her neck. ‘disgusting.’
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“you killed us, y/n... and soon, you'll kill your little friends too...”
you twisted her neck with a snap. the woman fell to the ground lifelessly. slowly, she began to look like your mother.
your breath hitched and your eyes widened. and then you felt a presence behind you,
“i told you, you killed them.”
—
hiroto suddenly woke up, cutting his dream off.
‘argh, what the hell was that...’
he sighed and reluctantly got up from his bed, leaving to fetch himself a glass of water. he passed by your room and chuckled, hearing small muffles from the door.
“why is she still awake?”
hiroto wanted to peek so bad, he knew you act the dumbest at times like this but he also knew you would know right away and so he decided to be smart.
descending the stairs, he opened the lights and headed to the kitchen, filling his thirst and immediately ran back upstairs after closing the lights.
passing by your room once more, he narrowed his brows when he heard the muffles louder. but it doesn't seem like sounds of joy– it doesn't sound like your melodious laughs and giggles of joy.
hiroto immediately opened your door with a bang and widened his eyes at your state.
you were tossing and turning in your bed, form trembling and tears falling. you were whispering ‘no’s while shaking your head. hiroto quickly rushed to your bed and panicked, he didn't know what to do.
and so he did what his sister does when he gets nightmares when they were kids,
hiroto grabbed your dainty hand and intertwines his slender fingers with your small and short ones.
you immediately started to calm down, the crease of your eyebrows slowly vanishing.
hiroto stayed there, kneeling beside your bed while holding your hand, occasionally brushing your hair back with his other.
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he was taken aback when your eyes suddenly fluttered open, “hiroto..?”
hiroto smiled gently and hummed, “yeah..?” you smiled and squeezed lightly on your intertwined fingers.
“... hiroto.”
“hmm?”
“hiroto...”
“what is it?”
“hiroto,”
“yeah?”
and then it was silent again. “go back to sleep, y/n.” he said as he caressed your cheek gently with his free hand. “... i'm scared.”
“.. i'll stay here until you wake up. as long as i'm with you, no one is able to touch you. trust me.” hiroto smiled at you as he brushed the wet path of your tears with his thumb. “now go back to sleep.” he said as he bent and lightly pressed a kiss on your forehead.
and then you fell back to sleep, dreaming of a fun day with the boys.
—
you slightly woke up with a heavy weight on top of your stomach. you peeked from your eyes and saw hiroto laying beside you, asleep. his other leg was laying on top of your stomach, while his other arm was wrapped around your shoulders.
“mhmm...” hiroto groaned and snuggled closer to you. you turned to face the other side and ignored him, deciding to go back to sleep. but alas, you felt like something, someone will–
“hiroto! hey, hiroto!”
the door creajed open as tatsuya immediately rushed in, shaking hiroto awake (tried to lol). “hurry and get up, they're coming to wake manager up! if they see you here sleeping beside her, they'll–”
“what the f*ck...”
tatsuya froze at atsuya's voice. “what the hell is that bastard doing with y/n?!” atsuya screamed as haizaki came rushing in and pulling the sheets harshly, kicking hiroto out of the bed (and kicking you out as well but accidentally ;-;).
afuro (thankfully) caught you whereas hiroto fell with a loud thud. “hey now, careful, you could've hurt her.” nosaka frowned as haizaki gritted his teeth at hiroto (now sober).
(“what? what's happening?” “aah, y/n–”)
“what the hell is wrong with you waking up people like that...” hiroto groaned as he pulled a pillow from your bed and started sleeping on the floor.
“this f*cking bastard!”
(“what, what's happening here? wait, why are they–” “y/n, calm down, calm down...”)
fudou stared down at hiroto, pushing back his foot, intending to kick hiroto like a soccer ball. but he was stopped when he heard you suddenly gasp for air. they all looked at you, alarmed, as shirou ran to your side. “can't– can't breathe...” you choke as you clutched at afuro's shirt, taking deep breaths.
“... everyone, out!!!” shirou yelled as the guys went quiet and begrudgingly left the room, leaving you, him, and afuro.
“here.” shirou handed you a glass of water as you thanked him and downed the glass. “can you breathe properly now?” he asked as you nodded, “yes, just give me a moment to get over my shock...” you mumbled as you took deep breaths and clutch at your chest.
after a few moments, the three of you left the room only to see the five boys standing outside, waiting.
you took a deep breath before yelling,
“what the hell were you guys doing, kicking me out of my own bed and yelling things while i was asleep?! you guys are really asking me to staple your mouths shut, i swear!”
the (guilty) guys sighed and scratched their napes sheepishly. you sighed and shook your head,
“this is, by far, the worst wake up call i've ever had. i can't believe you all.”
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