love to die for (ζγγ¦γ)
#: established relationship (nanami kento x gn!reader), death, set in jjk-verse but diverges from canon a little bit, pov shift (his to yours), large chunks of italicized text = flashback (intentional use between switching from present and past tense), inspired by the story of a pet cat who hid away from their owner when they knew they were about to pass away
tw/cw: death (not described), angst
wc: 2.4k
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No. He crumples the piece of paper, tossing it behind him.
Darling, are you doing well? I just wanted
That isnβt right either. Another toss. He winces, hissing as he eases his arm back into a more bearable position. His shirt is hanging loose on his skin, but even then he still felt claustrophobic. The pain was searing. Taking his glasses off, he sets them down and pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply. He startles, hearing you shift under the covers, kicking them off, as you mutter his name in your sleep. Smiling softly, he watches as your hand reaches out to his side of the bed, searching for him. When your furrowed brows crease the skin of your forehead, he places his hand on top of yours and you relax, snuggling into it and burrowing in its warmth. He aches now from a different pain, his other hand rubbing subconsciously at his shirt, trying to rid of the clawing feeling in his chest.
Your breathing becomes regular again, steady, a look of peace gracing your features. Carefully sliding his hand out from under you, he returns to the desk and turns off the lamp, before climbing into bed. He pulls the covers over you and wraps his arms around your waist, legs tangling with yours. He buries his nose into the curve of your neck, pulling back slightly when you whine and allowing you to turn onto your back. Your arms find their spot around his shoulders, pulling his head to your chest, and he relaxes, closing his eyes and holding you tighter.Β