#keisfics

[keiette]

KILL SWITCH LULLABY

summary: Nanami provides you comfort

It had been a long day. No, a long week. It felt like your mind was trapped in a fog, a dense, unrelenting cloud of exhaustion, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t shake it. Every attempt to get out of bed felt like dragging yourself through thick mud, each movement heavier than the last.

You hadn’t left your room much today. The blanket wrapped tightly around you felt like a small shield, keeping you safe from the outside world, from expectations, from everything.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be productive, or that you didn’t care. But it was hard to explain the weight that had settled in your chest, making it difficult to even find the energy to sit up. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt normal—like yourself. The guilt was gnawing at you, eating away at any ounce of comfort you had left. Nanami deserved someone better, someone who wasn’t as... broken as you felt right now.

You knew he wouldn’t say it, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was too patient with you. Too kind. Too understanding. Maybe he deserved someone who didn’t make him carry the weight of their own mental battles.

That’s when you heard the door creak open.

“(Y/N)?” Nanami’s calm, steady voice was like a balm to your soul, gentle but firm, as he stepped into the room, his usual work attire slightly wrinkled, his tie hanging loosely around his neck.

You didn’t answer at first, unsure of how to explain the mess that was inside your head. Instead, you stayed curled up in bed, the weight of your thoughts holding you captive.

He didn’t press you. He never did. His footsteps were quiet as he approached, and you felt the bed dip beside you as he sat down, close but not too close. His presence was comforting, a steady anchor in the chaos you couldn’t escape.

“You don’t have to talk if you’re not ready,” Nanami said softly, his tone warm but laced with understanding. “But I’m here when you do.”

The sincerity in his words made your heart ache. His patience was something you admired, but it also made you feel so... undeserving. He was so perfect, so composed, and here you were, falling apart. You couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice barely above a tremble. “I know I should be doing something. I feel... useless, Nanami. Like I’m just wasting your time. You deserve someone who can be... better. Who isn’t... like this.”

A heavy silence hung between you. You could feel his eyes on you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze. The guilt was overwhelming, and all you wanted was to hide, to disappear into the sheets.

You heard him exhale softly, and then his hand gently rested on the blanket near you, his fingers brushing against the edge as if he was carefully considering his words. “(Y/N),” he began, his voice as steady as ever but with an underlying tenderness that made your chest tighten, “I don’t need you to be perfect. I need you to be you.”

His words weren’t rushed, and he didn’t pressure you to respond. Nanami never made you feel like you were burdening him, never made you feel like you were asking for too much. Instead, he took his time, letting the silence speak louder than any words could.

“You’re not useless,” he continued, his voice soft but unwavering. “You’re human. And it’s okay to need rest. It’s okay to have hard days. No one expects you to be ‘on’ all the time. Not me. Not anyone. Just... you being here is enough.”

A small sob caught in your throat, and you finally let yourself cry, the tears falling silently as Nanami’s hand moved to gently rest on your back, his touch warm and reassuring. His fingers traced small, slow circles, grounding you in the moment, as if telling you that you were enough—even when you didn’t believe it yourself.

“You don’t have to carry everything alone,” Nanami said, his voice low and soothing. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

You swallowed hard, the weight in your chest lightening just a little. His words didn’t fix everything, but they did something far more important—they made you feel seen. They made you feel understood.

“I’m sorry for feeling like this,” you murmured, your voice still shaky.

“Don’t apologize,” Nanami said firmly, his tone gentle but insistent.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. You’re allowed to have bad days. You’re allowed to feel down. But you don’t have to do it alone. I’m with you. Always.”

The sound of his voice, the warmth of his presence, and the gentleness of his touch made the room feel just a little bit brighter, like maybe, just maybe, you weren’t as alone in this as you had thought.

You curled closer into him, letting the exhaustion of the day wash over you. His embrace was steady, his body a reassuring presence that made everything feel just a little bit more bearable.

“I’m here, (Y/N),” Nanami whispered into your hair, his voice a soothing lullaby. “And you’re not a burden. Not now, not ever.”

You closed your eyes, feeling the tension in your body begin to melt away. For the first time all day, you allowed yourself to just be.

And in that moment, with Nanami by your side, you realized that you didn’t have to be perfect. You just had to be you. And that was enough..

[keiette]

𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝙸𝙸

❅ summary: running away from something in your haunting past you meet a boy just like you

Pairing: Satoru Gojo X Reader

A/N: this is heavily inspired by bones and all

The bus rattled along the forgotten backroads, its tires crunching over gravel and faded asphalt. Each bump jostled your thoughts, dragging you deeper into the murky waters of your own mind. You stared out the window, watching the world blur into an indistinct smear of green and gray. What were you doing here? The weight of your past hung heavy in the air, almost palpable, and you wondered if you were running toward something or just away from everything else.

The towns flashed by like old photographs—half-remembered places that felt more like ghosts than home. You were drawn here, not by choice but by a hunger you could hardly name. It was a craving that felt both exhilarating and terrifying, a call that promised danger with every step.

When the bus finally stopped, you hesitated, feeling the familiar tug of uncertainty. The air smelled of rain and impending change as you stepped onto the pavement. Your footsteps echoed in the silence, guiding you to a nearby grocery store—a quaint, unassuming place that looked like it belonged in a time long past.

Inside, the dim lighting created shadows that danced along the aisles, and the scent of stale bread mingled with something sweet and sour. You wandered through the narrow paths, your fingers grazing the shelves, lost in your thoughts. What were you really searching for?

Then you saw him. A boy looking to be a little older than you stood at the end of the aisle, his presence magnetic. He was nothing like the ordinary faces you had seen before; there was an intensity in his eyes, a glimmer of something wild and untamed something familiar.

You caught his gaze, and for a moment, time stood still. There was a spark, an unspoken understanding that crackled in the air between us. He smiled, a knowing, teasing grin that sent a shiver down your spine. It was as if he could see right through you, past the walls you had built, into the chaos of your soul.

a commotion broke the spell. A disheveled man stumbled down the aisle, his breath reeking of alcohol, eyes wild and unfocused. He approached a mother with her child, slurring words that dripped with menace. The mother’s eyes widened, panic coursing through her as she clutched her child tightly.

The boy’s expression shifted instantly from the objects in-front of him to the man a predatory gleam sparking in his gaze. “Hey!” he called out, his voice steady and commanding. The man turned, confusion flickering across his face as the boy strode forward, each step radiating an unspoken authority.

“Why don’t you take your fun elsewhere?” He said, his tone deceptively casual but laced with an undercurrent of threat. The drunk stumbled back, eyes narrowing in defiance, but the boy didn’t flinch. With one swift motion, he grabbed the man’s arm, pulling him toward the exit.

“What’s the problem, pretty boy?” the man sneered, but his bravado crumbled under the boy’s unyielding grip. The two vanished outside, and the store fell silent, a charged atmosphere lingering in their absence

You watched, your heart racing, as they disappeared through the store’s doors. The mother hurried her child away, relief flooding her features. You lingered, suddenly hurriedly stuffing some items into your bag before deciding to walk around a little while.

Outside, the sun had dipped low, casting long shadows over the abandoned buildings lining the street. You stepped into the cooling air, breath hitching as you caught a hint of something metallic—a scent that sent a shiver through you. You took a tentative step forward, the world fading away as you strained to hear.

Then, he emerged. The boy stepped back into the light, and the moment shattered. His shirt gone his chest and face were smeared with dark crimson, the remnants of whatever confrontation had just taken place clinging to him like a sinister aura. You stood frozen, your heart racing as his gaze met mine.

As the boy turned to walk toward his car, you felt an impulse surge within yourself. “Could you tell?” You called out, your voice breaking the silence that had settled. He paused, glancing back, a mix of curiosity and caution etched on his face. “I mean, in the store. I thought I smelled you… I didn’t know I could do that.”

He raised an eyebrow, studying you as if trying to decipher myourintentions. You rushed on, eager to bridge the gap. “I’m going to Kentucky… I just came here on a bus. I just stole my dinner.” A nervous chuckle escaped my lips, the thrill of the moment amplifying my excitement. “I’m guessing you’re not local either?”

“Why does that matter?” he replied, his tone guarded.

You locked eyes for a brief moment, the air thick with unspoken words. You could feel the weight of his gaze, and it both intimidated and thrilled you. “That was nice, what you did… with that mom in there.” You gestured toward the grocery store, a warmth blooming in your chest despite the gravity of the situation.

He spat blood onto the ground, the crimson droplets stark against the pavement. He turned slowly, the flicker of something complex behind his eyes. “I don’t actually meet many others,” he said, walking toward the truck, his demeanor shifting. “Sort of glad not to.”

You followed, curiosity propelling me forward. “Yeah, I understand.” The tension was palpable, and you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

“You should probably go,” you said, awkwardly looking around. “Up close, you can see blood.” He turned his head to the side to gaze at me with a smirk “we’re fine”

“No… I really don’t think I am.” Your voice trembled slightly

A silence settled as the boy changed his shirt, the fabric sliding off to reveal the toned muscles beneath. He looked over his shoulder at you, and a smirk curled at the corners of his lips. “You wanna get in for a minute?”

The invitation hung in the air, tantalizing and fraught with possibilities. Your pulse quickened as you weighed my options. Here was a chance to step into a world that felt both dangerous and intoxicating. You nodded, unable to suppress a smile that mirrored his wicked one.

As you both settled into the truck, the engine roared to life, vibrating through the worn seats. You glanced over at him, my heart racing with anticipation. “My name’s ____” you said, feeling the weight of the moment.

He turned to you, his expression softening just a touch. “...Satoru,” he replied, a small nod accompanying his words. The name felt electric in the air, igniting a spark between you both that pulsed with unspoken potential.

Satoru and you sat in the dim light, the world outside fading into shadows as the reality of your connection began to settle. You could sense the complexity within him, the layers waiting to be unraveled. The silence stretched, filled with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty.