#tentacole

[yugen001]

the comfort character is comforting

[dira333]

One day after the other - Shoji Mezo x Reader

Not me needing a sick day to get back into writing. As usual I find myself writing for someone I didn't plan on writing for.

Tagging: @fuzztacular and @ur-local-simp because they love Shoji

The bed dips under his weight and a pair of warm, muscular feet press against yours.

“You need to get up in a minute,” Mezo mumbles just seconds before his arms envelop you and pull you into his chest. He’s warm, safe, and smells like the apple-and-cinnamon shower gel Aoyama convinced you to buy on your last shopping trip.

“Don’t wanna,” you argue, words slurred from sleep. 

He doesn’t argue against it, instead nuzzles his face into your hair. You can feel his heartbeat against your back, slow and steady, slow and steady.

Your alarm goes off, but you're quick to snooze it, to shuffle even closer into Mezo’s hug.

It takes you three tries to get out of bed and by the time you rush out of the door - not after demanding one last kiss for the road - you’ve got nothing in your stomach but the mouthful of toothpaste you swallowed on accident when you checked the time.

You buy a pack of fruit juices at the vending machine down the street, send a cheeky snap to Mezo - he’s always on your back about having more fruit and veggies in your diet - and rush the last few steps to the train station, arriving out of breath as always.

-

It’s only when you get out of the train that you feel the first cramp.

For a moment you curse the fact that you don’t have any pads with you until you realize that you had your period just last week. 

Probably the cold orange juice on an empty stomach you tell yourself, pour yourself a cup of tea instead of the coffee you’re desperately craving.

But two hours later you’re drenched in cold sweat and the smell of freshly brewed coffee has you running to the bathroom.

-

“Oh dear,” Yasuda-san from Accounting blinks back at from when you emerge, pale and shaky. She must have heard every awful sound you just made.

“Sorry about that,” you tell her. 

“Do you want to go home?” She asks and you nod. Yeah, you want to go home. 

But there’s nothing she can do about it, so you smile at her, rinse your mouth, and stalk out of there, down the hallway and back to your desk. 

If you keep breathing slowly it might go away.

But thirty minutes later you feel yet another cramp and the document in front of you has lost all sense. 

You get up, grab your bag, and walk down the hallway to your supervisor.

You can’t remember the last time you needed to take a sick day, not since Mezo took over cooking. 

Was it that one time you fell down the stairs - because you were in a rush to meet him at the door- and broke your toe? Or that one time you insisted on dancing with him in the rain and promptly got the flu?

“Oh dear,” Cold dark eyes blink back at you, “I already heard. I know pregnancies are difficult, but-”

“I’m not pregnant!” You argue, but she clicks her tongue impatiently.

“I know you don’t have to tell me yet, but we can be honest here.”

“I’m not pregnant. I have a stomach bug, most likely. I’d like to go home.”

“Very well,” she pointedly taps her fingernails against the mountain of paperwork on her desk. “But you know the company’s rules. I need written proof of sickness from your doctor.”

“That will be no problem. I’ve already made an appointment,” you lie.

-

Lunchtime is over by the time you wobble out of the train.

There was a nice lady at the doctor who let you skip ahead when you emptied your stomach in the trashcan next to her, but the multiple train rides have left an impact on you.

You open the door of your apartment and slip inside, fighting back another wave of nausea as you take the time to put your shoes and jacket away properly - if you’re not doing it, Mezo will just do it himself later and he’s had more than enough work this week already. 

He’s still in bed like you expected him to, muscle shirt riding up to expose a soft stomach you want to cuddle against like a cat.

You slip into the spot he’s left for you. His right eye opens.

“Got a sick-day,” you tell him, unable to keep the miserable out of your voice. You know you’re whining, but you’ve had an awful day. Well, except for the morning, waking up next to him was great.

“Wanna talk about it?” He asks, voice gravely from sleep. 

You shake your head. 

Mezo nods and pulls you close, presses a kiss against the top of your head. 

“Sleep then,” his arms are warm and safe around you, “Everything will be better when you wake up.”

So you do.

-

The bed dips under his weight. 

You blink, surprised to find yourself sleeping on your stomach, alone.

“I made dinner,” Mezo tells you from your side and you turn to see him sitting on the edge, a tray filled with dishes in his arms. 

“You didn’t have to,” you tell him as he slips under the blanket with you, presses his legs against yours.

“I know. I wanted to. I made congee and chicken noodle soup and tea. Your mom’s recipe.”

“You’re the best!” You tell him, press a kiss on his cheek.

“You make me want to be.”

It’s over dinner that you fill him in. He shakes his head at your supervisor's antics, one of his warm hands rubbing soft circles onto your upset belly. 

In turn, he tells you about work. The new sidekicks at the agency or the kids that are going to be interning next week.

Much too early he has to slip out of bed again, prepare for another night of patrols and paperwork.

“About your stomach bug,” Mezo’s half-dressed, chuckling at the way you ogle his body, “Could it be that you’re pregnant?”

“I just had my period last week.”

“Yeah, but I’ve heard that it happens sometimes, you know? Didn’t one of your secretaries think she wasn’t pregnant because she got the period and it was something else?”

You stop. He’s right. As always.

“Yeah, but… that’s her. This is me.”

He nods calmly but you can tell he’s not done with the topic.

“Do you want me to be pregnant?” You ask.

“I wouldn’t mind either way,” he says simply, but you can tell there’s more to the topic he’s letting on.

“I’ll buy a pregnancy test tomorrow, okay?” You promise. Something like relief washes over his face.

“I could get it for you,” he offers but you shake your head.

“No way. The media is only waiting for a headline like that. Tentacole seen purchasing pregnancy test. Hero-offspring on the way… Wait, what are Baby Octopus called?”

He laughs, picks you up from bed like you weigh nothing to him, and kisses you. 

There’s much in that kiss that he’s not saying.

Insecurity, doubt, trust, love.

You’re smiling when he pulls back, still holding you close. Your hands are cradling his face, thumbs tracing scars that will never completely fade.

“One day after the other,” you promise.

“One day after the other,” he repeats. 

Today hasn’t been the best day. Today hasn’t been the worst day either.

But with him by your side even okay days turn magical somehow. 

You don’t doubt that also applies to the rest of your life.

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