#Tecchou bsd

[strayg0dss]

Your kiss and I will surrender

[skylarstarlight]

Unfortunately, roughly 10 minutes later their Commander's ex came to get his employee and honorary grandchild. It was fun while it lasted.

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[kayarata]

Tachihara appreciation

[justsirius]

[enmie]

*♡∞:｡.｡ Basorexia ｡.｡:∞♡*

➶ bsd's Dazai, Ranpo, Tecchou, and Poe getting perhaps a bit too spoiled

➶ basorexia: the intense desire to kiss 【romance】

➶ cw: gn!reader. suggestive (mild.) cussing (very mild)

𓅪 there will be a pt. 2 soon!

𓅪 (in thirty m :DD) I'm sorry its short.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

Osamu Dazai's!

That's a little too much kisses, but he thinks he can take it! Dazai's face lights up a hundred bolts whenever he feels those plump, red lips press against his cheek. Or, whatever place. You sometimes place them on his jaw, on his neck, sometimes on his forehead. You find yourself sneakier on his stomach, directly on his lips. And you're extremely lucky whenever he lets you kiss his hair.

But today he notices you're kissing his bandages. He's just utterly confused, why you're so clingy and intimate and... loving. The contact between the roughed up bandages on his arms, and your oh-so-soft lips, it felt like he really was different. He had you. You were his.

You started by kissing his palm, which didn't surprise him at all, but slowly, you began to trail down. That was just a few minutes ago, he thinks, so how did it get to this? Holding his arm up, you're near his desk, placing gentle kisses on his forearms, slolwy, but surely.

"Well, look at you," Dazai starts. You look up (without halt) just to notice that smirk. You grumbled against his arm. "Just let me..."

"Oh, no, no," He seductively mumbles in a singsong tune. "I think it's my turn, don't you? Hm?"

Ranpo Edogawa's!

He can't help but be so whiny in front of you. Whenever you shower Ranpo with kisses, he passes out (mentally of course! Can't have the greatest detective in the world unconcious, can we?) So he pouts, stomps his feet, giggles, but then cries. Why the fuck is thid grown man crying? You sometimes wonder how a kiss on his forehead can get him so worked up.

Then again, it's so damn cute, so you can't really mind. That pout, his lips that curl down ever so slightly, and then that cute-ish, annoying-ish look in his eyes; you never question why you're so utterly in love.

"Forehead kisses are diiiiffereeeent," Ranpo whines, laying on top of you, controlling how heavy he's weighing down, on the cold, twin-sized bed. And you kiss him on the forehead as he says that.

"No they're not," You disagree. You giggle, noticing how his breathing slowed down to match yours, since his was always so fast-paced. "They're the same as every kiss."

The detective shakes his head like crazy, messing his hair up just for you to tidy it up again. He's always like this, either pouting like a kid or smiling like a complete, big idiot. You adore him so much you can't help but mind his childishness. Like you want to squish his cheeks every chance you get, or put his growing, dark hair into some kindergarten hairstyle.

He loves you. A lot. "Then again, cheek kisses are different, too," He hums against your chest, the low noise vibrating through every bone, every muscle, every nerve in your body.

Ranpo finally decides on something, the cutesy pout replaced unexpectedly by his enthusuastic smile."Every kiss with you is different!"

Suehiro Tecchou's!

The blushing mess he is, it's your fault. Suehiro usually looks stoic, but you know he's just a big baby. Your big baby, thankfully. It's not his fault you keep kissing his chest after a hundred (maybe two hundred) push ups for himself. He doesn't think it's hygienic of you, but oh well, he can take your pretty lips just fine.

He loves having you sat on his lap, letting you kiss every part of his body. And you enjoy it, because well, who wouldn't enjoy those chiseled abs and those soft but hard pecs? You just love your boyfriend's soft personality and muscular body.

"I'm all sweaty though," Suehiro says with a neutral expression, putting his hands on your hips to help you get onto him, although he was protesting against it.

"Even hotter." You comment with a lick of your lips. You kiss his chest, once, twice, thrice, and he breaks. He turns into some blushing mess he was sure nobody but you could see. "Let me shower first," You hum, shaking your head.

You're filled with dirty thoughts the moment you're with him; how could you not when he's practically asking to be loved so tenderly? "I might do something to you if you shower," You say with a suggestive wink, your lips making contact with the space between his pecs.

"You?" He chuckles, a sweet chuckle coming from a deep voice. "You're doing something to me?"

"Yeah, why?" Before he can even shower, he'd be doing something to you.

His calloused hand begins trailing lower and lower, from your waist to your hips, from your thighs to your inner thighs, his large hands only get closer to your core. "You're too confident, baby."

Edgar Allan Poe's!

It's a bit odd when he shrieks as you kiss him. Poe's hair covers his eyes most of the time, and whenever he grows his lustrous locks out, they cover his cheeks, too. Luckily, he's just had a haircut and you start to mess with him in his office to see that blush you love causing.

He's quite sure he was peacefully writing another fiction book, when you randomly entered his room and started getting all over him. He won't complain, he's your boyfriend. He's a good one.

But when you started kissing his hand? He died.

Poe shrieks in horror when you pick up his slender writing hand to press it gently against your lips, the ones that of course only he's allowed to touch. He doesn't hate it—not at all—but he loves it so much he's scared. And the sudden level of his voice startles you even though you almost instantly realize he's blushing. The boy is blushing!

"You like it?" You ask as a little tease. He huffs. "Weirdo."

You kiss his the back of his palm again, he lets out another shriek, shaking his hand like he was attempting desperately to shake the kiss off. So cute, you think. Of course he's overreacting, but that's just how he usually is.

"Y-you wouldn't like it either if I kiss you, huh?!" He yells out panickingly, all red-faced. "You squirm as much as I do!"

"Ye, but you're cuter," You insist. And he panics again, when you kiss his palm, gently sinking your teeth into the sensitive skin as he stifles his voice.

You're ending up somewhere else. That's final.

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PART TWO!! | PART THREE!! | PART FOUR!! (coming soon)

[judasgot-it]

i would like to know what hunting dogs would do when they want reader sits on their lap?👀

I am so late to this request but in honor of learning that Tecchou is 6 foot today.... mwah

Scenario: What they do when they want reader to sit on their lap (Jouno, Tachihara, Tecchou) Also slight NSFW elements but like it's mostly jokes. Thought I'd let y'all know ahead of time.

Jouno

He's not one for physical touch usually since it overstimulates him, but once and a while he likes to be warm and would definitely be some weird cheesy guy to use it as a sort of intimidation tactic. Like mafia men who pet cats.

If it's in any sort of public setting, it's because he is well aware you're hot and sexy (everyone who reads this is, because I said so) and loves to cuck people sometimes. He's probably into some shit like that idk

He probably does it in the most obnoxious way possible too - you'd think you're in some dark romantasy with the way he's acting. It's all a part of some evil scheme to piss off some dude that he's mildly annoyed by

Definitely does it once and a while though whenever you're in fancy af places. Dude likes to be praised and has a lot of money, don't tell me he wouldn't love to have someone pretty in his lap calling him nice things

Especially if you're his partner, he wants to show off that he won - he's blind, not stupid. He knows people are jealous.

Pulls you in by the waist and talks as if it's the first time he ever met you. He'll pull out some poetry and shit while tracing your hipbones, he does know how to make you feel enamored.

At home? In private? He probably likes his space but when he wants to have you in his lap, he just does it.

What are you? Too busy for your boyfriend? Nuh-uh. He just takes you. Are you going to punch a gift horse in the mouth?

Jouno has a big ego sometimes, thinking his mere touch is so special.

Although I think it's less of a physical want for touch and more of a security thing. He needs to know that you're there and aren't going to disappear from him

I think sometimes he is a little insecure and he just needs a hug, but it's hard to ask so he just. Pulls you into his chair and buries his face in your shoulder

I also headcanon that he gets cold easily, so once and a while he gives in and just uses you as his portable heater

Tecchou

Is all up in your space all the time, doesn't even realize how it might look to others.

Touching you, kissing you, practically glued to your side and staring at your face. If he's not on a mission, he is obsessed with you no matter what.

If you can't sit next to each other he'll just have you sit on his lap - he has big thighs, he makes a better seat anyway. Or he'll sit on the bench and let you sit on him if it's too cold for you - he's a gentleman, even if it means freezing his own ass off.

Isn't super handsy like Jouno is, he just wraps an arm around your waist to keep you steady and hold you close to him.

Definitely manhandles you though, makes you feel like you weigh nothing when he just casually holds you in one arm like a cat

He's more casual about it, but that's because PDA can be pretty easy for him. As long as he can have one hand on his sword, he's happy and feels safe

At home he can sit like that forever, but that's also because when he's on his time off he becomes the laziest dog around sometimes. If he's allowed, he would just cuddle up with you and do nothing but sleep

Has fallen asleep with you in his lap, which was cute but also you both avoid making it a habit since he is heavy and will hold onto you so tightly as if you're going to drown or something.

The best option he has is to pull you into his lap and spend time with you like that, even if all you're doing is reading a book or mindlessly scrolling through tiktok

He just wants to feel you there, since he spends so much time away from you

Admittedly he is most likely to get carried away from simple cuddling to other things...

Tachihara

He only asks when y'all are alone - like REALLY alone. He is used to his mafia image, and even when he doesn't have to keep it up at headquarters, he's scared of being teased.

Likes to hold you in his lap and just talk about each others day, it's one of his favorite forms of cuddling since he can just hold you with him while you're both in the office

He's a little lanky, he's built but he is shifting around a lot and it's hard for him to have you on his lap for so long. He doesn't have the biggest ass in the world (unlike some other dogs on this list)

Like Jouno, is really touchy though - he kisses you, teases your skin, and plays with your hands

He wants to enjoy the time he is spending with you, and if he could he would memorize your entire body with just his fingertips

It's almost like a massage when he does it, tracing your thighs in little patterns while you quickly fill in forms you both needed to do yesterday. He's enjoying his time, what can he say?

At home?

Dude is having you on his lap while you both play games or do your own thing. Parallel play

He want his time, but he doesn't want to lose time with you

It's a compromise, so he can sit on his computer playing PalWorld while you scroll your phone

It's warm, so y'all have the AC down and a blanket on just to enjoy each others company

Almost like a casual date lol

Idk if these were good tbh, I feel like they're very general? IDK

[yendeena]

Some BSD fanart I did as a response to the announcement of S4 last year ❤️

[a-random-weeb]

cuddles with le BSD men

Here's a quick drabble because I'm bored

How they prefer to cuddle/Their favorite cuddling position

Characters: Dazai, Chuuya, Akutagawa, Fyodor, Atsushi, Tecchou

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Dazai:

•I feel like he likes the human blanket position

•like, when you lie on top of him and you're like a human blanket

•He like to pick you up like a sack of potatoes just to piss you off

•He carries you to the couch and lays you on his chest, holding you

•He also teases you and won't let you look away while your whole face is red (little bitc-)

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Chuuya:

•I just know he loves when you sit on his lap with your face in his chest

•It actually makes him feel big and like he can protect you

•He loves to pick you up bridal style

•I also feel like he likes spooning

•He likes to be the big spoon

•But his favorite position is still when you're on his lap

•I also think he likes when you braid that rat tail he has as a part of his hair/playing with your hair

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Akutagawa:

•He likes a lot of cuddling positions

•I feel like his favorite would be to lie on top of you with his face in your chest

•The opposite of Dazai

•He'd be the big spoon while cuddling in bed though

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Fyodor:

•He has two favorites

•One is you on his lap, your back to his chest

•The other is you both on your side, your face his his chest while he holds you close

•I guess the first one is more for on the couch, and the second one is for in bed

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Atsushi:

•He likes to be the little spoon 85% of the time

•Although, he sometimes will be the big spoon, especially if your sad or had a bad day

•His favorite cuddling position is probably him on your lap with his face in your neck

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Tecchou:

•This one's hard (that sounds so weird out of context 😭 @ginandginny I swear to god if you say I'm immature from the other room-)

•i don't see him as the type of guy for physical affection

•on the rare occasion you do cuddle though, he'd probably just wrap his arm around you while you cuddle into him

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Guys please request stuff I'm running out of ideas

[ratsupremacyisreal]

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▸𝙱𝚂𝙳 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟷𝟾

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[caffeiiine]

Have this pmv that made me almost insane <3

per usual, individual frames and other stuffs under cut!!

based off: “Jaded and worn” - Miammey [ao3] [also @miammey on tumblr!] [anywasyanyways INSANE fic btw, loved it, TY GHOST FOR RECCOMENDING IT BTW <33]

aaand sketches!!/ storyboarding!! [I keep deleting them by mistake sobs]

[strayg0dss]

Lighting up the summer night

[skylarstarlight]

The Gang's all here. Not missing anyone important.

I love them a lot. Have a low quality doodle

[honeyscara]

❝ Not alone ❞ – Tecchou & Jouno

-bungo stray dogs

Synopsis: you find comfort in being with them despite bickering at times and getting annoyed at Tecchou’s food antics

A/n's note: this is a modern au. Jouno isn't blind and you three are college students. It us mostly platonic with jouno and some hints with tecchou but overall fluff/comfort.

Content: Tecchou × gender neutral! reader × jouno, fluff

-2.9k words

The warm hum of conversation and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as the three of you sat in a cozy corner of the café. You were sandwiched between Tecchou, who was calmly sipping his tea with that ever-serene expression, and Jouno, whose brows were furrowed in visible irritation. The table between you was littered with empty dessert plates and a some cookies, but the topic of discussion was far from mundane.

"I’m just saying," you began, trying to keep your voice steady despite the laughter bubbling up inside you, "eating eggs with the shells on is not normal, Tecchou. It's... alarming, honestly." You glanced at Jouno, hoping for support, but he only scoffed, crossing his arms. "Not just alarming. It's unfathomable," he snapped, his tone sharp as always. "Do you have any idea how weird it is to hear someone crunch through eggshells like they’re potato chips? You’re a menace to society."

Tecchou tilted his head slightly, his calm demeanor unshaken. “Eggshells are rich in calcium. They’re good for your bones,” he replied matter-of-factly, as if this was the most logical explanation in the world. He took another sip of his tea, entirely unaffected by the exasperation radiating from both sides of the table.

You let out a soft groan, rubbing your temples. “Okay, but normal people don’t eat eggshells, Tecchou. You’re supposed to crack them, not chew them like snacks"

Tecchou blinked, completely unfazed."it’s not as strange as you make it out to be. People eat much weirder things, like fish eggs or—”

“Don’t. Just don’t,” you interrupted, raising a hand to stop him. “This is not a debate about global cuisines. This is about you and your... unique approach to food.”

Jouno leaned back in his chair, shaking his head. “Unique is a kind way of putting it,” he muttered. “Deranged might be more accurate.”

Tecchou frowned slightly at that but didn’t argue, instead reaching for a cookie from the plate in front of him. You exchanged a look with Jouno, half expecting him to do something equally bizarre with it.

Tecchou took a bite of the cookie, chewing thoughtfully. For a moment, you let yourself relax, thinking maybe, just maybe, he’d eat it like a normal person. But then he broke the silence. “You know, these would taste better with soy sauce.”

Jouno froze mid-sip of his coffee, his expression shifting from annoyance to outright disbelief. “Soy sauce? On a cookie?” he asked, his voice cutting through the café's pleasant ambiance like a blade.

“Why not? Sweet and savory can complement each other,” Tecchou replied earnestly, already reaching for the small soy sauce packet he must have smuggled in.

“Don’t you dare,” Jouno hissed, his tone low and dangerous.

You leaned forward, placing a hand on Tecchou’s arm before he could commit yet another culinary crime. “Tecchou, please. Can’t we just get through one outing without you traumatizing me or the entire café?”

Tecchou looked at you, his expression so genuinely confused it almost made you feel bad. “It’s just food,” he said simply.

Jouno groaned, muttering something about losing brain cells by the second. You just sighed, realizing that no matter how much you argued, Tecchou would always be, well, Tecchou. And honestly, maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.

You leaned back in your chair, arms crossed, and let out a sigh. “Jouno, how do we even put up with him?” you asked, shooting Tecchou a pointed look. He remained blissfully unbothered, taking another bite of his cookie like nothing in the world could faze him.

"Honestly, I ask myself that a lot. It's a question I am still yet to find a suitable answer to" jouno said

"hey I'm sitting right here" Tecchou says

You couldn’t help but laugh at Tecchou’s sudden interjection, his calm voice cutting through the tension like a soft breeze.

Jouno snickered, his frustration easing just a little. “Well, it’s hard to forget you’re here when you’re busy committing culinary crimes in real time,” he shot back, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice now.

“I don’t understand what the issue is. You both keep saying it’s strange, but you’ve never tried it.” He smiled, clearly proud of himself. “Maybe if you two were open-minded, you’d see the appeal" he said, glancing down at the cookie in his hand as if it were the most tasty thing in the world.

You exchanged a look with Jouno, both of you at a loss for words for a moment. Then, Jouno sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes. “Open-minded doesn’t mean you turn every meal into an experiment. It means—”

“I know what it means, Jouno,” you interrupted with a playful smirk. “But he is the one who’s living on the edge here. I mean, who else would try to make cookies taste like a sushi roll?”

“Clearly, someone with refined taste,” Tecchou said, lifting his chin slightly, as though proud of his culinary risk-taking.

Jouno stared at him, shaking his head in disbelief. “Refined? You’re one step away from putting wasabi on chocolate and calling it a masterpiece.”

Tecchou looked momentarily intrigued. “That sounds interesting,” he said, his fingers already reaching for the soy sauce packet again.

“Stop!” Jouno said, practically lunging across you to stop him before he could do any more damage.

You sat there, leaning back in your chair with a quiet smile, watching the spectacle unfold. The two of them, so different yet so alike in their stubbornness, bickering like children over food combinations, was oddly entertaining. You couldn’t suppress your amusement as you took in the scene. It was funny to see Jouno this riled up, and Tecchou was always calm, no matter how absurd the argument became.

Eventually, though, the volume of their bickering started to attract attention from nearby tables, and you decided it was time to step in before the café turned into an arena for their ridiculous food wars.

“Okay, okay, enough,” you said, raising your voice slightly to be heard over the noise of their exchange. Both of them paused, still glaring at each other, but they did listen. You leaned forward, resting your arms on the table, and smiled at them. “As much as I love your debates, we’re not going to settle this here. How about we all agree that Tecchou’s food is... weirdly unique and leave it at that?”

Jouno narrowed his eyes at you, clearly not pleased with how easily you were defusing his fury, but he nodded reluctantly. “Fine,” he muttered, clearly frustrated but too tired to argue further.

Tecchou, on the other hand, smiled brightly, clearly pleased to have the conversation brought to a peaceful end. “Thank you! I promise, I’ll make you both try pineapple sushi one day,” he said with utter conviction.

“I’ll take a hard pass,” Jouno replied, deadpan.

You chuckled softly at the exchange, but eventually, you all paid the bill and headed out into the chilly evening. The streets were quieter now, the city lights casting long shadows on the pavement. As the three of you walked in silence, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace. The day had been filled with laughter, and even though you were used to bickering with them, there was something comforting about having both of them around especially Tecchou’s peculiar yet endearing personality.

As you neared the familiar street corner, Jouno, ever the watchful one, glanced at you, his gaze sharp but protective. “You’re not going alone,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft but firm.

Tecchou, always in tune with Jouno's protective instincts, nodded in agreement. “We’ll walk with you until you’re safely inside.”

You smiled, feeling the warmth of their care despite their usual banter. “You two really don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine.”

But neither of them seemed convinced. Jouno kept a few steps ahead, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings, while Tecchou remained by your side, his presence reassuring and calm. At one point, you stumbled slightly over a loose stone on the pavement. Before you could regain your balance, Tecchou’s hand was already on your arm, steadying you.

“Careful,” he said softly, his gaze flickering down to meet yours. His voice was calm as always, but there was a certain tenderness in his tone that made your heart skip a beat.

“Thanks,” you murmured, a little embarrassed but grateful. His hand lingered for a moment longer than necessary before he pulled it back, his usual serene expression unchanging.

Jouno glanced over his shoulder, smirking slightly as if he’d noticed the brief interaction but chose not to comment—yet.

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When you reached your building, you stopped and turned to face them. “Thanks, you two,” you said softly, a sincere smile on your face. “I really appreciate it.”Jouno gave you a small nod, his usual cool expression in place, but there was something softer in his gaze. “Just get inside already,” he muttered, though there was no mistaking the concern in his voice.

“Take care,” Tecchou added, his gentle smile never faltering. His eyes lingered on you for a moment longer than usual, and you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks warm under his quiet gaze.

“Goodnight,” you replied, your voice softer than intended.

With a final wave, you entered your building, feeling a warmth that wasn’t just from the evening’s laughter, but from knowing that no matter how strange or chaotic the day had been, you always had them watching out for you.

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A few weeks later, the weight of your college workload hit you hard. You trudged down the street, your backpack heavy with books and your body aching from hours of lectures, study sessions, and the mental exhaustion that seemed to follow you every day. The sky had already darkened, the streetlights casting a soft glow over the sidewalk, but all you could think about was how much you didn’t want to go home. The idea of being alone in your apartment after a long day felt unbearable.

You paused for a moment, standing in the middle of the street, unsure of what to do. It wasn’t like you didn’t have a place to go—it was just that your apartment felt too quiet, too empty. The thought of facing it alone made the exhaustion feel ten times worse.

You decided, almost impulsively, to head to Tecchou and Jouno’s apartment for a while. It was closer to the college, so getting there wouldn’t take much time. Without a second thought, you turned down the familiar street toward their building. You hadn’t texted ahead, not wanting to make it feel like a big deal. It wasn’t until you stood in front of their apartment door, suddenly aware of your unannounced arrival, that you hesitated for a brief moment.But the thought of going back to your empty apartment won out. You knocked lightly on the door, feeling a little sheepish, but hopeful for some kind of reprieve.

It didn’t take long before the door opened. Jouno was standing there, his usual sharp expression, but his eyes softened the moment they landed on you.

You stepped inside, feeling a wave of relief wash over you as the door clicked shut behind you. The warmth and quiet of the apartment immediately contrasted with the cold, solitary silence of your own place.

"You're here unexpectedly," he remarked, though there was no hint of annoyance in his voice. Instead, it almost sounded like he was stating the obvious—something that had become a bit of a habit when it came to you showing up unannounced.

You shrugged, offering a small, tired smile. "I didn't want to go back home. Too quiet." Your voice carried the weight of the exhaustion you'd been carrying all day—physical, mental, and emotional.

Jouno’s expression softened just slightly, his usual guarded demeanor slipping just a bit. "I understand," he said, ruffling your hair a bit. "You’re welcome here. Always."

You appreciated the gesture more than you could express, but the words didn’t quite come out. Instead, you simply nodded, letting the quiet settle in for a moment.

"Where’s Tecchou?" you asked, looking around. The apartment was quiet, and you hadn’t heard any sounds from the kitchen or the living room. Just then Tecchou appeared, his eyes brightening immediately as he saw you standing there. The moment his gaze locked on you, he seemed to realize how worn out you looked. Without a second thought, he rushed over to you.

“Hey, are you okay?” Tecchou’s voice was gentle but filled with concern, his hand brushing against your shoulder as he came to a stop in front of you. Before you could answer, he closed the distance, his arms wrapping around you in a warm, protective hug.

You stood still for a moment, surprised by the sudden embrace, but you quickly relaxed into his arms, feeling the exhaustion you had been pushing aside finally catching up to you.

“I’m just so tired,” you murmured into his chest, your voice muffled but full of exhaustion.Tecchou pulled you closer, his presence soothing in a way you couldn’t quite describe. "You’ve been working too hard," he said softly, his fingers brushing through your hair as he held you gently. "You should take it easy. Let us help you."

Just then, Jouno walked into the room, his usual cool expression in place, though his eyes showed a hint of concern. "I’ll make you something to eat," he said, his voice unusually soft. "You need to rest, not starve yourself."

Tecchou gave a slight nod of approval, still holding you in his arms. "That sounds good," he agreed, his voice still calm but laced with warmth. "You should eat something before you fall asleep."

With that, you reluctantly pulled away from Tecchou, though his hand lingered on your shoulder for a moment longer before he gently guided you to the couch.

Soon enough, Jouno returned with a steaming bowl of soup, the scent of it filling the air, making your stomach growl. He handed it to you with a small, almost begrudging smile. "Eat. It’ll help."

You took the bowl gratefully, savoring the warmth of it as you ate slowly, feeling the food settle your body and mind. It didn’t take long before you felt your eyes growing heavy again. The long day was catching up with you faster than you realized.

Once the soup was finished, you settled on the couch between Tecchou and jouno. You leaned against Tecchou, your body naturally seeking out his warmth. He didn’t say anything, but his arm draped over your shoulders, pulling you closer as you rested your head against his broad shoulder.

Jouno, sitting nearby, was silent as always, but the way his gaze softened as he looked over at the two of you was enough to say more than words ever could. You caught Jouno glancing between you and Tecchou, and though his expression didn’t change, there was a glint of something mischievous in his eyes.

The three of you sat there for a while, a comfortable quiet hanging between you. You spoke softly, your words drifting lazily as you recounted the endless stream of assignments, the overwhelming lectures, and the tiring moments from your day. Your voice grew quieter with each sentence, the weight of your words barely rising above the soft hum of the room.

"Today was so much," you murmured, barely keeping your eyes open now. "I just... I don't know how I’m supposed to keep up with it all."

Tecchou’s gentle voice cut through the fog of exhaustion. "You don’t have to do it alone. We’re here," he whispered, his hand softly brushing your hair back from your face.

You nodded slowly, your eyelids growing heavier, the warmth of the room, the sound of their quiet breathing, and the steady presence of both of them soothing you in a way that nothing else could.

Before you could say another word, your body relaxed completely, the tension melting away. You hadn’t even realized you had drifted off until the warmth of sleep fully took over.

And there, with Tecchou’s arm around you and Jouno’s ever-watchful presence, you finally allowed yourself to rest, knowing you were safe, cared for, and most importantly not alone.

A/n's note: I had been wanting to write this for a while now. It actually turned out so cute but comforting at the end.

Let me know if you guys want another wholesome fic like his or a continuation with tecchou.

[justsirius]

[possiblyroy]

Every hunting dog really said "Lets all be dead and not tell tecchou!"