#aoyama x non binary reader

[sleepychai-fics]

Day 17: Rescue Mission

Pairing: Aoyama x Reader

Pronouns: Gender Neutral

Words: 543

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(couldn’t find a good gif so sorry)

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. The mission was supposed to be simple. Quick in and out recon mission in an abandoned part of town. Your last mission for the year. But you didn’t anticipate the weak structure of the building. 

Such a simple mistake that led to tragedy. All it took was one misstep, and the whole building caved in on you.

You're lucky enough to escape the rubble, but now you're stuck in a small space. You can’t move. Not without the threat of shifting rubble. The air is musty and humid and full of building particles. Oxygen is dwindling, you can feel it.

The atmosphere is cold, winter clearly showing no mercy. Your tattered costume barely offers any warmth. Hypothermia is setting in. You can feel it crawling through your bones.

You don’t know how much time has passed, or if anyone has even realised you’re gone. You can’t reach your phone. You have no way of contacting help.

You’re cold. You’re stuck. You’re alone.

As you lay there, trying to keep awake, all you can think about is Yuga.

Tonight you were supposed to come home to him. To celebrate Christmas with him. Celebrate the years you’ve spent with each other. Celebrate together with close friends and family. Be in each other's arms.

Now, you might not even make it out of here alive.

The distant yelling of voices causes you to flinch out of fear.

Someone is coming closer to you. Actually, sounds like a group of people. Are they friends? Are they enemies? Will they help you? Or will they simply ignore you? Maybe watch you rot in the rubble.

It’s so cold. You hope they’ve come to help you.

“(Y/n)!”

That voice. Could it be Yuga?! Is that him?!

“(Y/n)!!”

That sounds like Hagekure now. She seems a lot closer.

You wriggle in your spot, despite your intense chattering, you speak.

All that comes out is cut off cries, barely audible. But it’s still enough.

Your vision is foggy with tears and black spots, but you see figures approach. A faceless figure approaches, you somehow manage to recognise her as Hagekure.

Vaguely, you feel her place her coat atop your chest, tucking it underneath the rubble that lays atop of you, providing you as much warmth as she can possibly give you.

Your perception of time starts to disorientate, an effect of the growing hypothermia.

One minute, you’re crying as gloved hands cup your cheeks. The next, the rubble is nothing but pebbles and your body is being heaved out of them and into a warm chest.

Bright specks obscure your vision for a second and it takes you more time than necessary to realise that it’s the sparkly cape you’ve come to love so dearly. It drapes across your body, providing the extra warmth you needed.

He’s here. He’s saved you. You’re safe. He has you in his arms, his warm arms and his warm cape surrounds you.

You’re safe. You’re warm. You’re tired. He can feel this too.

“Sleep mon amour. You’re safe now.” His soft voice is alluring. It only takes you one minute to let it soother you to slumber.

You’re alive, for one more Christmas with him.

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Feedback and support is appreciated. Not proud with this one but I couldn't think of anything else. I’m sorry.