hi, so it says that all requests are closed, and I’m assuming that means emergency requests too..? Because it’s ‘ALL’
But when they open could you write a Muichiro comfort fic for me…? So basically what’s happening is that I’ve been feeling extremely suicidal, and depressed. I came out as a therian to my mom, she’s been very unsupportive and called me mentally unstable and not developed, a Therian/otherkin is a person who identifies as a non-human animal on a psychological or spiritual level based on animilastic urges and/or behaviours…. And I’ve just been having really bad dreams and thinking a lot about my past how my father abused and almost killed my mom, got her into a coma, and I would think of running away and thought it was my fault. My father sexually harassed me. I have anxiety, think I’m annoying, hate myself stuff like that.
so why I’m in need of a Muichiro comfort fic is bc every night I draw marks on my wrist ok, and so every night I try cutting it, each night trying to go deeper or hold down the knife longer…
so that’s why maybe when requests open I was wondering if you could write one for me…
Thankyou for reading this all… have a nice day☺️ and feel free to ignore me I’m used to it! <3
~Not Tonight~
A/N: first of all, I am incredibly sorry for the miscommunication, emergency requests are open, I should’ve conveyed that better. Secondly, I am extremely saddened to hear of what has happened to you :( it’s not something you should deal with. I hope that this could be the comfort you need, and I apologize if it is not on par with what you require right now. Please take care of yourself <3
TWs ⚠️: sh will be heavily implied in this fic, along with thoughts of suicide being mildly implied, please do not read if such topics are uncomfortable or triggering.
This takes place after he regains his memories
It was extremely odd, the way you wore the longest sleeves even in the hottest weather, it perplexed Muichiro.
He didn’t understand why, but then again, he had trouble understanding the purpose of most things.
At first, he didn’t pay much mind to it, maybe it was a sense of comfort? But he saw the way you were always on the edge of passing out from the heat, and how… unsettlingly empty your eyes were.
He watched as you trained, standing idly in the shade. He had been taking a water break and decided to watch you tiredly swing your training sword.
His chest tightened painfully, and he looked down at it with confusion. He immediately associated the uncomfortable feeling with looking at you in your exhausted state. Was he concerned? Surely no, you were a subordinate. But you were his subordinate, and he used that to justify why he was worried.
Muichiro kept a steady eye on you for the next week or so, the borderline painful feeling of concern popping up at least twice a day.
You looked exceptionally worse today, more so than normal. You had collapsed due to your body not being able to withstand the unbearable heat any longer. Of course, in a fit of worry, he rushed to your side, quickly checking for a concussion or any other injuries.
The boy frowned down at you as he held your head up, and that was the most expressive you’d seen him in a while.
“[Name], I told you this would happen, you need to dress appropriately for training..!”
He reached to roll your skin-tight sleeves up but was halted by a sharp “no” from you.
Needless to say, he did not listen, proclaiming your safety was far more important, so of course he saw. He found out, and you were worried if he’d be disgusted with you.
But when he looked in your eyes once more, his gaze was devoid of disgust or disappointment. His eyes stared at you with worry and guilt and confusion.
You could see it in his eyes, the silent ask of “why” of why you felt the need to do such things to yourself.
Without thinking, you provided a short explanation, you told him when you did it, why you did it, and how bad the thoughts were getting.
It only aided in the shattering of his heart.
How could he have been so oblivious…? Could he have provided help if he had noticed sooner?
No, there was no use in beating himself up for what he didn’t do, he needed to make sure that you stopped. He vowed to you that day, that he’d pay better attention, stay with you when you needed it, help you whenever you relapsed, and anything more you could possibly need.
As he spoke, his eyes began to tear up against his will. He held you closer, trying to appear strong for you because you needed the comfort.
He didn’t want to lose you, especially not to yourself, he needed you…. So with a shaky voice, he uttered a few words as he wrapped his arms around you.
“Not-… not tonight, please…”
A/N: I urge and encourage you to seek advise and help from a therapist if you have the comfort and means to do so, once again, I am so sorry for everything that has happened to you. I sincerely hope this can bring you even the slightest sliver of comfort, and I hope you recover from any and all thoughts quickly :( <3
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