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BROO comfort is the best thing evrr omgm!!!! ignoee my spelleing vyt this fix is amazing

𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐫𝐲 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧 [𝐘𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐎𝐤𝐤𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

"Don't cry little one, for the sun will come and dry your tears."

✰Tags: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Unrequited Love, Established Relationship, One-Shot

✰Summary: Yuta Okkotsu is afraid of two things; thunderstorms, and losing you.

✰W/C: 1.2k

✰C/W: Mentions of Trauma, nightmares, and thunderstorms

✰A/N: A quick one shot that I thought of during a thunderstorm.

The sound of pouring rain in a midnight storm filled the tiny cramped area of a dorm room. A huddled body shivered beneath a bundle of covers, the size being almost comedic considering the childlike action. He wasn't always afraid of the dark. It was just on nights like this, after a particularly scary mission, when the abyss seemed to pull him in.

Chest heaving and sweat forming on his brow, Yuta Okkotsu, a special grade sorcerer, slowly came to the acceptance that he was still afraid of thunderstorms. Small hiccups could be heard underneath the sheets, now becoming stained with the tears flowing heavily down his jaw and onto the bed below.

She'd often asked him, "Why do you always look so sleepy?". He'd give her a reply with an awkward half smile, saying "I just end up thinking so much, it keeps me up."

Which was partially true. He'd be thinking about her, her eyes. The way they sparkled when they'd grace his with a prolonged gaze, when she'd eat something she likes, or when she'd listen to her favorite song.

But soon her golden sunshine-like glance would turn into a downpour of bloody rain, the light fading into a series of traumatic memories that plagued him. He was sure they'd follow him to his grave, if he'd ever find the peace of one.

Then the worrying would start. The what if's of their job, of their life's purpose filling his mind like a poison that never fully worked its way out of his system. Those piling thoughts of 'what if' would mostly continue with the word 'she'. Even in his deepest, most terrifying memories, they only remained scary because they could repeat again. They could repeat with her.

And that's why in the sound of a rain storm, that reminded him so much of that day, did Yuta sob her name quietly into his pillow. Except it wasn't as quiet as he'd thought it was.

Suddenly the pitter patter of water on his window was replaced with quick footsteps. Oh so familiar footsteps.

Slamming the door open she came in like a whirlwind, even under his blankets he could imagine her expression. The same one she'd wear whenever he was injured in battle, or whenever he'd burn his tongue on his tea because he sipped without thinking. That adorable, worried, brow furrowed face would be the death of him.

"Okkotsu?!"

Her usually chipper voice was tinged with concern. His body freezing in place. How utterly humiliating.

"H-Here.." He mumbled out, lifting the bedding from over his head and sitting up. Yuta was correct of course, her brows were furrowed and her lips turned down. Her eyes widening as she noticed the tears still trickling down his cheeks.

"So you were crying" The sentence came out just above a whisper. That pretty gaze fixed totally on him, but its sparkle was replaced with worry. It sent a ripple of guilt through his body, akin to the lightning going off outside, the feeling making his stomach drop. God forgive him if he were to ever make her sad.

No use in denying it, but he couldn't help but wonder how she got up there from the second floor so fast. Or maybe he'd been crying longer than he realized. His mind was foggy with sleep deprivation and the need to flinch at the thunder claps sounding every few minutes. Still, Yuta tried to give her a sleepy smile to ease both the awkwardness and his own nerves.

"I had a nightmare, I'm sorry I woke you. I completely forgot your room is right under mine" He was lying through his teeth like it was second nature. Anything to make her stop looking at him like that.

Luckily for him, she was never the type to push in unless he allowed it. Always respecting boundaries and letting him come to her. Maybe that's why he fell in love with her to begin with.

Instead of asking him more questions, she merely sat beside him. Turning to face him in her usual criss-cross sitting fashion. That sparkle returned, her hands suddenly going to cup his cheeks. Well, maybe she wasn't good with all boundaries..

"Eh?" It was practically a squeak as her delicate hands pressed to his face.

"Don't cry little one, for I am here to stay. Don't cry little one, the rain will go away. The thunder will sleep and the lightning will disappear. Don't cry little one, for the sun will come and dry your tears."

Her voice was soothing, like a pure river flowing to cover his entire body. Except instead of cool water, she covered him in warmth. Hands moving away from his face and sliding down to wrap her arms around his back. The sorcerer felt himself relax all at once, tears building again in the corners of his eyes. Like a dam that was about to burst.

One that'd been built over 10 years ago and was finally cracking because of her. He tried to hold himself together, worrying the overflow would drown out her light. But as soon as her head laid on his shoulder, and she started to whisper that everything would be okay, Yuta found himself pouring it all out to her.

He pulled her into his chest tightly, his face pressed into her hair as he breathed her in. Long, heavy sobs escaping him as the waves of grief he'd been holding back washed down his features. His usually quiet, gentle voice turning raspy and strained.

It did shake her, how this often soft spoken, selfless man was breaking to bits in her arms. Not because she judged him, not because she was afraid. But because of how so lonely he must have been. How many nights did Yuta cry himself to sleep here, all alone? How many mornings did he awake more tired than he was before he'd gone to bed? Just how much had he suffered without her fully grasping it?

"It's okay.. I'm here, it'll be okay"

Is all that she could mutter to him between her own tiny sobs. Hands tight in his nightshirt as the two took the brunt of his pain together.

It was almost like for a small moment, he wasn't a Jujutsu sorcerer anymore. He was just him, in her arms, raw and bare before her. She'd stripped any sort of armor he'd covered his heart in, crossed any distance in a single stride. With a single touch of her hand.

It put him in awe as he slowly regained his composure, sniffling and bringing the back of his hand to wipe his eyes. All the weight in his chest from before seemed to diminish while he held onto her. He let out a long sigh before finally, be it reluctantly, letting her go and falling onto his back. His tired eyes looked up at her from below.

She gave him her award winning grin, her eyes meeting her cheeks before closing. He lifted his hand to swipe a tear off her cheek with his thumb, genuinely smiling back at her this time.

"I guess the sun did dry my tears."

He laughed as more drops fell from his dull blue eyes; of which for the first time in years had a glimmer of hope. Sunlight always comes after rainfall, after all.

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asphyxiamp3 · 1 month

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watch me CRY guys thisisi so cute i canf

something missing - okkotsu yuuta

word count: 2.4k warnings: swearing summary: just two lovers missing one another more info: aged up characters! established relationship!

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asphyxiamp3 · 1 month

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this fic is so cute i will cry

Hi 💝 yuta okkotsu + coffee + green

yuuta okkotsu x reader

c: timeskip yuuta, fluff, feels

It’s not the warm, gentle breeze filtering in through the window that stirs you from sleep—nor is it the insistent chittering of the birds perched in the tree nearby, or the bright morning sunlight that floods across your rumpled sheets.

—it’s the fragrant smell of coffee wafting through the house, your tired eyes flying open the moment the scent hits you.

You don’t drink coffee.

Throwing back the sheets, you stumble out of bed and dash out of the room.

You don’t drink coffee.

The laminate flooring squeaks beneath your bare feet as you skid to a stop in the kitchen, heart clumsily skipping a beat at the sight of the man leaning back against the counter, an ugly, green mug with a chip in it clutched in one hand.

It’s hideous, really—it looks woefully out of place amongst every other cup lined up in your cabinets.

It was presumptuous of whomever made it in the first place, to think someone would want to drink out of something such an unpleasant shade of green.

—that’s exactly what you said when you plucked it up off of the shelf in a flea market stall years ago, laughing so hard at the agreeing frown on Yuuta’s face that it went clattering to the ground. Still not quite past the boundaries of friendship at the time, you’d both been flustered when you bumped heads and brushed hands as you dove to the floor to rescue it before the old woman sitting at the register nearby could notice.

And naturally, rather than letting you sneak the ugliest mug in the world back on the unfortunate shelf from whence it came, Yuuta insisted on buying it once he realized that you’d chipped it.

It’s such a goddamn ugly mug.

—and you’ll keep it forever, probably.

He smiles at you conspiratorially over the rim.

You don’t drink coffee, but he does.

“You’re home,” you whisper, biting your lower lip to suppress the size of the grin spreading across your face as you look at Yuuta. “A week early.”

The black strands of hair that frame his face have grown longer in the months that he’s been away, and you step forward, unable to deny yourself the need to card your fingers through the soft locks. Yuuta hums, his posture relaxing under the weight of your familiar touch, the looseness in his shoulders at odds with the dark circles that linger below his lower lashes.

You’ve missed him so much—so much that it hurts, a splintering ache that’s settled deep in your bones.

“And you’re up early,” he muses, eyes sparkling with mirth as he reaches up and prods at a rogue strand of your sleep-mussed hair.

One of his hands comes to rest along the curve of your hip, the steady, seeping pang in your chest giving way under the warm pressure of his touch fluttering along your nerve endings.

You roll your eyes fondly and lament, “I just couldn’t resist the smell of hot bean water.”

Yuuta’s tongue darts out, passing over his lips, and he huffs, fingertips skating along your collarbone. A shiver dances down your spine as he drags them up the side of your neck, middle finger tracing the curve of your jaw before he finally takes your chin between his thumb and pointer finger.

“Morning breath,” you grimace, despite the emotions swelling inside of you at the soft promise of his mouth hovering inches away.

“Don’t care,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. “Coffee breath?”

“Don’t care,” you echo.

Yuuta laughs, the noise reverberating through the kitchen and dripping like honey down the taut, yearning strings of your heart.

It’s a rich, beautiful sound.

One you’d do anything to hear.

One you’d trade for nothing—save for the quiet that follows when his lips finally find yours.

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Comfort - Yuta Okkotsu x Reader

You can feel the sunlight peer through your window, the curtain failing to conceal the bright light that sought to wake you up. Usually, you’d groan, roll over - but this time, you were too tired to care.

You had been lying in bed for around 2 hours now, occasionally checking your phone, but most of the time was spent lying down, thinking about everything. It went from the most mundane things, such as what you had for dinner yesterday- (if you had it at all, your appetite had decreased) to the most heavy questions, pondering the meaning of life. In the middle, you had a plan. To end it all. You knew it wasn’t right, but who cares? Fuck this all.

Your thoughts were interrupted by two knocks on your dorm door. Probably because it’s been an hour since class started and you hadn’t shown up. Your classmates had texted you, but you didn’t reply. Who cared about class, anyways? It’ll end eventually. Everything ended, eventually.

Pretending to be asleep, you wait for the person outside your door to stop, and leave. Then, you’d do it. To your surprise though, the door opened quite smoothly, and you cursed remembering the fact you had forgotten to lock it before you went to sleep.

“Y/N?” A soft voice called out to you, and you recognized it to be Yuta. You didn’t know who you hoped it would be - Maki would beat your ass if you told her the reason you stayed in bed, Inumaki wouldn’t give you the words of comfort you needed, and Panda was, well, Panda. Yuta was the best option, but he was perceptive, meaning you had to tell him everything before he picked up on it himself.

Footsteps came closer to your bed, and stopped close to it. “Y/N, class started a while ago. You weren’t responding to your texts.” You didn’t reply, you just kept silent, hoping that he’d abandon you and leave you to rot. But maybe…

“Yeah. I saw them.” You spoke, more aggressive than you wanted it to be. You could see due to peeping from your duvet that Yuta had blinked, unsure of why you were angry. He gestured at the bed, asking if he could sit down. You nodded.

“Y/N…are you okay?”

You felt tears forming from your eyes, threatening to fall. He had noticed them, and placed his hand on your cheek, wiping them away. “It’s just…you’ve been different recently. Every laugh feels forced. You’re skipping more often. You gave away all your jewelry to Maki, and you love your jewelry. You don’t talk to anyone anymore…you’re always here alone. You eat less, too, and your face looks tired, like you aren’t sleeping.” He takes a breath, looking at you with concern. Not pity - pure concern. Concern from a place of love.

“Yuta…” you say, hesitatingly. “Mhm?” “Can you lie down with me?”

The boy looks a bit shocked at the comment, but his eyes soften. “Sure.”

You pull back the duvet and true to his word, he lies down beside you. Your eyes are facing him, and you took a moment to observe. Beautiful, dark teal eyes framed by dark hair. A pale face, eye bags, but a look of love in the expression he wore.

“I’m severely depressed, Yuta. I was actually going to end it all today, but you came, and now…” Tears spill from your eyes as you start to shake, trying to suppress the cries you so desperately wanted to release. Immediately, he shuffles closer, wrapping his arms around you and rocking you gently. He’s whispering into your ear, you don’t know what, but it’s comforting.

“Y/N, I’m so proud of you for not doing it. Whenever that happens, please tell me, okay? I’m only a dorm away.” You cry harder, sobbing as he continued to rock you, whispering sweet things in your ear. You could make them out now.

“It’s okay.”

“I’m here now”

“I love you.”

You were shocked, and you buried your face into his chest, breathing heavily to calm yourself down. Yuta noticed this and began to go through a breathing technique.

“Inhale - that’s right. I know you can do it. Now, exhale. Great, you’re doing it.” He repeated this a few times until you had calmed down fully, regaining your composure. You were still clinging onto him, and you were sure your snot and tears must have gone on his clothes. But he didn’t seem to care. All that mattered was you.

“Yuta…”

“Hm?”

“I love you too.”

His eyes widened, and you brought your face closer to his. Your noses were touching, and you could see Yuta blush.

It happened so gently. Your lips met, and suddenly, for a moment, everything was okay. Flowers bloomed in your mind, azure hues of the sky housing clouds which danced softly, as the birds sang a melody only you knew. You knew your problems wouldn’t disappear. You’d wake up tomorrow, and possibly feel the same. But at least now, you had Yuta. And maybe, that would be enough.

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