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lol this is a vent
and don't worry the angst doesn't concern daichi himself,,, you'll see. it ends happily.
presented by: the fact that daichi is my comfort character

(M/N) stared at his wall, eyes red and dry as he tried to wipe them. He felt exhausted, mentally and physically. 'All over a stupid show. Who starts arguments about that?' He thought, standing up and walking to his desk. He stared at the open sketchpad on the hardwood, fiddling with the page. 'Guess I better apologize. It was my fault anyway.'

You're probably wondering what happened. Well, (M/N) has been home alone all day, so after he did his chores, he began to draw and paint. Then, his family came home and ordered him to come watch TV with them. He agreed, but the show began to make him uncomfortable. He said he was going to bring down his sketchpad to draw, but his family began to get angry. He tried to reason with them, but they suddenly all blew up on him.
His mother had stormed off to her room, while his dad just stayed in the kitchen to clean. His dad was the kinder of the two, so he went there first.

"Hey.. dad.." (M/N) hoarsely greeted. His father looked up, a bit surprised. "I'm.. I'm really sorry about earlier. I didn't know you guys would get so upset.."

"Oh kiddo, it's okay," the man reassured him. "I didn't mind all that much. It hurt a little bit, but I could care less," he smiled, patting the boy's head. "Now stop crying, and go apologize to your mother. I'm sure she's cooled down by now."

"I hope so.." (M/N) mumbled. He hugged his dad, then went back upstairs. He knocked at the bedroom door, then slowly poked his head in. "Mom..?"

"What do you want?" She snapped back. He instantly flinched at her tone. "Hurry up, I don't want to talk to you right now."

"I just wanted to say I'm s-sorry," (M/N) stuttered. He looked down guiltily. "W-We can watch that show, if y-you want-"

"No, (M/N), now get the fuck out of my room."

"M-Mom, please-"

"No, you ungrateful brat!" She shouted. (M/N) flinched again, now holding back tears again. "Don't you get it? I don't want to be around you. It's incredible how I go to work, make money to pay the damn bills to put a roof over your head, and all I get is shitted on return! You acted like a damn child! You're a man, (M/N), but that whole sketchpad thing was so fuckin' childish!"

"I-I really am s-sorry-"

"No you're not!" She screamed, throwing a remote towards him. He gasped and ducked, then straightened up and began to cry. "Get the fuck out!"

He nodded and slammed the door shut, gasping for air as hot tears began to pour down his cheeks again. He dashed to his room, sobbing as he closed the door and sat at his desk. (M/N) brought his knees to his chest and cried into the material of his sweatpants, his head pounding. Just then, his phone began to ring. He glanced at the contact, relieved. "H-Hello?" He whimpered.

"Hey babe- Hey, are you okay?" Daichi's voice spoke on the other side. He and (M/N) had been dating since the end of their first year of high school. "You don't sound too good, what's wrong?"

"S-Something happened with my mom," (M/N) replied shakily, wiping his tears away. "What's u-up?"

"Uh.. forget it, it doesn't matter," Daichi answered. "Do you need me to come over? I can be there in ten min-"

"N-No!" (M/N) cut him off, tumbling out his chair. "Can I-I just come to your place instead? P-Please?"

"Of course you can babe. My parents aren't home, so it'll be just you and I. I know you aren't comfortable with them."

"Okay, I'll be there soon. Love y-you," (M/N) managed to smile, ending the call. He packed an overnight bag, then grabbed his phone. He turned off the lights and left his room, heading to the front door. "Dad, I'm going to Daichi's to stay the night."

"Alright, be safe kid!" His father responded, walking by and ruffling his hair again. Then, he paused. "I'll talk to your mom, okay? Go, take care of yourself," he smiled.

(M/N) nodded, smiling back. Then, he left the house and shut the door behind him. He walked to Daichi's house, which was about twenty minutes on foot. He knocked on the door, and he heard some footsteps. Finally, the door opened and revealed Daichi, dressed comfortably in a hoodie and shorts. "Hey," he gently greeted.

"H-Hey," (M/N) returned. His lip was trembling, as was his entire body. Daichi seemed to notice, opening his arms up. Immediately, his (H/C) haired boyfriend ran into his grasp, crying into his chest. "I'm sorry for coming but today went downhill so fast! I-I don't know w-what to d..do!"

"It's okay, it's okay," Daichi murmured. He gently picked his boyfriend up, wrapping his legs around his waist to make carrying him easier. He closed the door, then carried (M/N) up to his bedroom. He sat the boy down on his bed, then grabbed him his favorite clothes; one of Daichi's hoodies and his sweatpants. Compared to Daichi, (M/N) was a twig, so the clothes hung off his body in an incredibly comfortable way. "Here," He said, crawling back to his headboard and leaning against it. (M/N) changed into the clothes, then got back on the bed and crawled between Daichi's thighs. He laid his head on one, sniffling. "Now, what's going on?"

(M/N) gave him the whole explanation, nearly crying every now and then. Finally, when he was done, he hid his face in the fabric against Daichi's stomach. "I'm a bad son, aren't I?" His voice cracked. "All I d-do is make her angry. M-Maybe I should s-stop hiding in my room, s-stop drawing-"

"Don't say that (Nickname)," Daichi murmured. He pulled his boyfriend up, moving his head from his thigh to his chest. "You're not a bad son. You're an amazing one, one most people wish they had. Did you know that one of the neighbors said you were the most polite boy she had ever met?" He said, trying to cheer him up. "Your mom.. I don't know what to say. To be honest, I want to smack her for hurting you and trying to throw something at your head. But I can't," he smiled, then kissed (M/N)'s forehead. "So I'll smother you instead."

"W-What?" (M/N) began to crack a smile. "No, Daichi, don't-!" He started to yell as Daichi began to tickle his sides. "Noooo, Daichiiii!" He hollered, grinning as the last of his tears fell down his cheeks and dried. "Babe, babe, stoooop!"

"Say, 'I'm the greatest guy in the world' first!"

"No!"

"Guess I'm not stopping then!" Daichi laughed, blowing raspberries against the skin of (M/N)'s neck. He moved down, pulling up the hoodie his boyfriend was wearing and blowing raspberries against his soft tummy as well. "Say it! Say it, or I will squish you!"

"Okay, okay!" (M/N) giggled, blushing and trying to push his boyfriend's head away. "I'm an a-amazing guy!"

"That's not what I said~!" Daichi teased in a sing-song voice, moving down and blowing raspberries on the boy's thighs. "Say what I said, word for word!"

"Okay, okay! I'm the greatest guy in the world!" The other male gave in, finally managing to escape Daichi's hold. "Thank you! God, you're so mean!" He pouted, though his smile kept trying to reappear.

"Really?! I'm mean?!" Daichi laughed. He got on his knees and straightened his body up. "Oh no, (M/N)! Gravity is.. crushing.. down on me..!" He dramatically yelled, collapsing on top of his boyfriend.

(M/N) yelped, his hands trying to hold up Daichi. "No it's not! Daiiiii, this isn't funny!" He couldn't repress his laughter, as much as he tried. Finally, his arms gave out, and Daichi's weight crushed him. "You're so heavy! Moveeeee!"

Daichi let out a dramatic gasp, flipping them over so he was beneath (M/N). (M/N) turned around, straddling Daichi's hips. "(M/N), are you calling me fat?" He mocked, cocking an eyebrow. (M/N) giggled, shrugging. "I'm so hurt!"

"As you should be," The (H) boy smirked. They both caught their breath, a few chuckles escaping. Finally, Daichi's lips formed a warm smile. He reached up and cupped (M/N)'s cheek, gently rubbing his thumb against it. "Huh?"

"See? Greatest guy in the world," Daichi whispered. (M/N) blushed and smiled sheepishly, getting off his boyfriend's hips and laying next to him. Daichi turned and laid on his side, wrapping his arms protectively around (M/N). "I love you, okay? I don't want to hear any of that negative crap again."

"Okay.. I love you too Daichi. Thank you so much."

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comfort character: character you don't identify as but you find comfort in.
daichi,,, is my ultimate comfort character,,, he just seems so nice and huggable and oh my god I think if he was real I'd never let him go
but yeah, this was a vent lol
but fr- can we appreciate this man more? ty vv much 💘

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