Dragging your feet over the floor, you groaned as you finally reached his room in the building, leaning with your shoulder against his door. Reaching deep into your pocket, you tried to reach for your keys, your hands only fishing between an old tissue and some change that you had dumped into it without any effort before. Groaning again, you hit your head a few times against the door, wondering if Shouta was at home or if you were going to stand in the hallway until he came back.
It had been such an awful day. Your boss had made sure to reprimand you for a missing report, only to call you back into his office an hour later, saying he found it. When you wanted to get a chocolate bar from the vending machine it got stuck and no matter how much you shook the electrical device, it wouldn't budge. Tired and hungry, you went back to your desk, your chair breaking under your weight and as if it wasn't enough bad things happening, you met an old friend from school who continued to brag about his life and all the luxuries you simply couldn't afford.
And now you were here, in front of your boyfriend's apartment. All you wanted was a hug, maybe a nice bath, and if it wasn't too much to ask for, something to eat, but you quickly realized you would have none, as the door didn't move out of the way to let you enter. Biting your lips, you felt the burning sensation of tears welling in your eyes, all the dissatisfaction of the day finally breaking out. It wasn't like you to be quite so emotional in public, especially not when standing at Shouta's door, your boyfriend normally knowing you as a chipper person.
Sniffling, you stood there, leaning against the entrance, occasionally wiping your tears away. Your hand went fishing in another pocket, pulling out your phone. From the time displayed you could make out that he wouldn't be back anytime soon, but just in case, you texted him that you had forgotten your keys and were waiting for him. There was no reply and you could see your battery display dropping into the reds before you closed the display.
With every second that passed, you found it harder and harder to hold back the weeping sound that erupted from your body. Sinking to the ground you wrapped your arms around your legs, hoping to suffocate the sound a little, to not make a scene in the middle of the hallway. A few minutes passed like this, your tears leaving marks on the pants you were wearing, but on some point, the noises disappeared and you felt your mind drifting into the unconscious.
When you woke up again, you couldn't quite remember what happened. Covered by a blanket you lifted one of your arms to rub over your eyes, trying to figure out where you were. The weary feeling in your bones made you remember how you had crouched down, from there on figuring that you fell asleep, even if it didn't explain your situation now. However, you felt warm in your sleeping spot, rolling on your side to look around.
It was definitely an all too familiar emptiness in the room, Shouta's home looking as uncomfortable minimalistic ever, even if you had come to like it, as it allowed you to bring some decorations of your own. You sat up, looking around for your boyfriend, though he was not in plain view. From a distance you could hear water running, assuming he must be taking a shower.
You couldn't help but yawn, your eyes falling onto a water bottle on the nightstand to your left. Reaching out for it, you opened the cap, taking a big gulp of it, your body practically screaming from dehydration. For a second it made you feel better and you thought about getting up, but the memories of the day coming back to you made you instantly feel too bad to do anything. Staying in bed was probably better since the day didn't seem to like you very much anyway.
Dissociating a little, you didn't notice the door to the bathroom opening, Shouta stepping out with a towel around his neck. He gave you a quick glance, noticing you were awake, drawing closer quickly to the bed you were sitting on. "You awake?" he asked, stupid really, but from the look in your eyes, he couldn't be so sure. Jumping you clenched the water bottle, the fluid overflowing from it and wetting the blanket.
You quickly placed it on the window sill, thankfully taking the towel he held out to you. "Y-Yeah, sorry." He watched you dab it onto the wet spot for a while before sitting down beside you. "Are you alright?" he asked, picking away some fluffs on the back of your shirt. His hand quickly landing on your lower back which he gave some encouraging rubs up and down.
"Just a long day…" you replied.
In fact, no matter how much you wanted to bail to him and complain all your worries away, you still felt reluctant. Even if he was your boyfriend, he sometimes struggled with his own expressions of feelings, and you feared it would put him off to see you crying or in distress. "That so…" he mumbled. You knew that he was aware that 'just a long day' didn't quite match up with your inner tumult, but you shot him a wry smile over your shoulder, trying to hold it back from breaking out.
It came as quite a surprise when his arms suddenly tangled their way forward, and he pulled your back against his chest, his body feeling very warm from the bath. "Are you sure there's nothing you want to tell me? Like, why you were crying in front of my door?" Biting your lip once more on that day, you shook your head, though you could feel the tears build up without mercy.
"Hm, okay," he mumbled into your hair, kissing the back of your head a few times before laying down with you. He only needed an effortless reach to the side of his bed to turn off the little lamp on his nightstand, the only source of light in the otherwise dark room, it was already night. Shouta left you the room to move around, but you weren't going to without checking your clothes first.
Your pants were gone, though you still were in your shirt and underwear. He didn't like street clothes in his bed too much, so you weren't surprised by him taking it off for you, considering he had already carried you in and laid you down to sleep. You felt him slip under the blanket with you, your feet rather cold in comparison with his. Inching closer he willingly opened his arm so you could rest against his chest, holding on to him tightly.
He smelled so good, fresh out of the shower. A sweet fragrance and the feeling of new clothes lulling you into comfort. Even if he could be the grumpiest person on times, you still couldn't help but feel the best when you were with him. He hugged you tightly to his body, your legs entangling as he flinched at your cold feet, before cupping them with his. Together under the blanket, the warmth rose quickly and you felt yourself being drawn back to sleep, snapping out of it when you heard his voice.
"You know you can tell me everything, [Name]?" Clinging on to his shirt, you nodded, knowing he could feel the movement of your head. "Just making sure…" he mumbled. His arm tightened around you when the sobs shook through your body, and you hid your face in his chest, trying to control your sobs. He calmly turned towards you more, holding your head against him while rubbing your back simultaneously with his second hand.
He didn't ask unnecessary questions, and for once you were glad he wasn't that talkative anyway. Instead, he just comforted you with his presence and his touch, rocking you carefully back and forth as you cried your eyes out. "It's okay…" was the last thing you heard before your mind drifted back into sleep after a while, but all through the night, you could feel his warmth, Shouta embracing you until the early hours of the new day.
