#ANYWAYS my shoulder hand and knee compressions arrived today and i think komori wouldve helped this situation irl 😅

[alienaiver]

komori fluff, genderneutral and disabled reader (but komori calls u grandpa jokingly (theres context for that)), 942words

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"my life's over."

it's all you greet komori with as you enter his apartment, throwing yourself and your grocery bags on his couch. he whistles as he enters from the kitchen, originally prepared to greet you with a kiss and a domestic 'welcome home'.

by the window, his parrot is sitting, repeating 'it's over' over and over again. komori tries to shush her while holding back a laugh, and the parrot shoots out a "don't laugh!" on your behalf. you groan out miserably as komori throws himself onto your bum as he heaves out a deep sigh, "now what has caused my beautiful, youthful pumpkin to expire earlier than their peers?" he says dramatically, but his choice of words only rub salt into your wound and you repeat the same, pathetic groan from when his weight first hit you.

his parrot flies to sit on the armrest of the couch and she pecks your hair softly, "over? over?" she asks, and you sigh, "yea, omi, over."

sakusa still havent forgiven komori for naming his rescue parrot after him; first off, he'd yelled, its a girl. second, i'm not a fucking parrot.

sadly for sakusa, his reaction had made the joke even more fun for komori.

he starts dragging his fingers through your hair, "now why would you say that?" he coos.

you lift your head briefly from where it's been smooshed in the throw pillows to lay on your cheek instead. a pouty scowl is inhabiting your adorable face, "i'm old."

komori snorts, "yea, i'm turning 30 this summer," he says. you roll your eyes, "not your age i'm complaining about."

he pretends to realize, "aah, the more you know. what makes you so much older than me? are you more wise?"

"i picked up my compression stuff package," you say as your face scrunches up in what seems to be a traumatic memory.

komori lights up in excitement as he eyes the bag of groceries, the package neatly nestled between vegetables and bottled tea. "that's amazing! it got here so fast, too!"

"the store clerk striked up some conversation," you say solemnly, like your life really had been passing before your eyes and you were now ready to greet the dead. omi jumps onto your shoulder and settles, but not before her beak had nibbled through your jacket thoroughly. komori waits for you to continue.

"the package is plastered with the store's logo. it says senior-sam all over it..."

komori thinks he knows where this is going and braces for it by biting his lip, holding back a smile as best as he's able.

"and she asked so kindly if i was picking up the package for my grandfather..." you wail the last word and hide your face in the pillows again. komori fails spectacularly at taking this seriously and bursts out in a loud laugh.

the package had been ordered in his name, since it'd been his valentine's present for you. omi straightens up at his laugh and repeats 'be quiet' until she flies to her window perch when he doesn't comply.

you let out sobs and komori's hands play with your hair, "they called me old then, didn't they?" he tries, though he knows it wont work. your age complex had gotten so much worse in step with the progress of your disability.

you move your head again to pout up at him, your underlip jutted out adorably, "no! the contents were for an old person they insinuated! and the content's for me!"

he smiles at you and leans down, only to hear you cry out in pain from the new weight distribution. he makes his peck on your forehead quick before he sits back on your ass, "i use compression, too. so does omi 2 and a lot of the guys i know."

he'd thought about ordering the compression things on a sports side to avoid this happening, but you needed gloves and shoulder support in specific sizes that were mostly available in the senior shops, despite his best efforts.

you roll your eyes again, "yeah! duh! you're professional athletes! im just not functioning right!"

"listen grandpa," he says sternly, though his smile never leaves him, "i'll wrap myself in constant and complete compression if it helps you feel better,"

you open your mouth to interrupt but he quickly puts a finger in front of your lips, "and yeah, you might have old man needs, but i love my little wrinkly baby."

the hand used to hush you starts pinching your cheek and you cant help the smile that threatens to spill despite your furrowed brows.

komori's humor always lightens the heavy weight on these subjects. some conversations need deeper talks and you've never felt invalidated by komori when it's serious, but even you can admit that rationally, this isn't a thing to worry too much about. you swat his hand away with a harrumph, "you're not helping." you say coldly and he raises an eyebrow, "oh? would a treat from your favorite bakery help?"

he'd bought the pastry on a whim on his way home because he knew you were coming, and now he's glad he did. your eyes light up but you pretend to think it through. you're about to answer when omi comes flying, "treat? treat! treat!" she states and make both of you laugh.

"well, you said the magic word. go get some seeds and my mountain of pastries and i'll put the groceries away."

"aye, captain." komori says as he gets up with omi on his shoulder. he freezes halfway through the living room, "wait... mountain? i only bought one."

halfway up from the couch you fall back down dramatically with a "noooo!" but you're not able to stifle your laugh at his fearful expression. you hear him sing a tune to omi as he moves around the apartment.