STAY ❤︎
PAIRING ❤︎ Isagi Yoichi x gn! reader
SYNOPSIS ❤︎ Isagi thinks he likes your cold softening you in a way nothing else ever has a little too much; where you're wrapped in his embrace, eyes cutely drooping, and your voice small as you lean into him. He can't help it.
CONTENT ❤︎ gender-neutral reader, pure lovey dovey fluff <3 // 1.9k WC // this is a mini-fic derived from the shoujo isagi longfic universe i am working on !! <3
NOTE ❤︎ HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HIMSAGI GOATCHI THE LOML!!!![pt.1] we are posting fic again chat we are sooo up ฅ^¬⩊¬^ฅ enjoy this shoujo isagi crumb [mini-fic] as celebration!!!!
Isagi trails off, blinking at the way you nuzzle your nose into his neck, smearing your lips at his pulse—kissing a trail to the corner of his mouth.
(Normally, he wouldn’t expect this level of clinging from you.
You’re bold when needy, and you take what you need without a word… but you’re rarely ever this soft when it comes to it; seeking affection. Soft and… hard-faced at once, it’s bemusing to him. Or, maybe you’re more distant than you let on.
It’s all easily explained by the fact that you’re sick, he just can’t seem to let himself grasp that. At least for the past few minutes, he hasn’t been able to — he’s been trying to, though, but he’s still not used to it.
He’d just come over after finishing practice too, and having spent the entire day at school beforehand without you there obviously felt like so much out of the ordinary was missing from his day. It took him by surprise the moment he stepped foot in your bedroom to check on you to have you call for his name in a little whine, arms reaching out for him weakly.
It was cute, it was precious—but still unexpected, somehow.
He’s happy to see you, though; he just wasn’t expecting you to be even more so at seeing him.
That’s why he thinks his happiness surpasses yours over it.)
Your forehead rubs against his chin, and your arms wrap tighter around his waist.
“Heh,” Isagi awkwardly grins as you do that, losing track of his question for a moment, and sighing at the softness. It feels really nice.
Though clearly distracting in your doing.
“What?” you hum, blinking up at him, the corners of your eyes wet.
Particularly… after you sneezed. Right in his face.
(And seemingly, on purpose too. You could have turned, but you didn’t. You did it right where his cheeks rested and then nuzzled your face into his neck.
It still made him smile, though. You’re being sweet in your own way, still yourself even when the cold and fever nips at your head. More stubborn than it.)
“Are you…?” He repeats, scratching the side of his cheek, crinkling his eyes at you—an endeared smile on his lips. “Trying to… get me sick… too?”
You look at him blankly for a moment and then grin small.
“… Yeah,” you murmur, burying your face in his neck again. “So you’ll stay.”