jjba one-shots :D || completed!

Naptime || Kira x Reader

quick little thing: thank you guys for 161 reads by the time I'm typing this! you all mean the absolute world to me, and i appreciate each and every one of you. you guys are special, and you should always try to remember that. 

Love, Arii❤

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Story: again, Kira's built different; take this as what you will

Who: Kira x Reader

Storyline: your day sucked today, and Kira volunteers to let you sleep on his lap.

enjoy, simps :)

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You close the door, sighing. It's been a long, tiring day, and your eyes are drooping, tired.

"Ah, you're home. How was your day?" Kira greets you, standing at the door frame.

"It wasn't the best." You sigh, kicking off your heels. "And why is that?" He raises one perfect eyebrow, his voice raising slightly. "The boss yelled at me again today, I had to cover three co-workers, and I fell in the mud on the way home." You groan, wiping your forehead. Kira just stares at you, his blonde hair perfectly styled. You expected he'd act like this; he shows little to no emotion every time you tell him about your day.

"Is there anything I can do to help? I could give you some stickers from Kame Yu? It's not a problem." He asks, walking into the kitchen. "No, I'm okay." You sigh. "Hmm....how about you lay your head on my lap while I sit on the sofa?" He raises another perfect eyebrow. You blush, surprised by his question. He's not really the touchy-feely type, so this is a rare occasion. "Y-you'd let me?" You stammer.

"I suppose so. Go ahead and change into something relaxing." He smiles that attractive yet unsettling smile, and you shiver a little. "O-Okay." You smile, running up the stairs. This might finally be the time I can get close to him! , you say, opening your closet. You put on gray sweatpants and a matching black hoodie, and run back down the stairs. Kira is sitting down on the sofa, his posture perfect and straight. You hear him whispering things to himself, and you stop short for a second, surprised. "Kira, honey? Is everything alright?" You ask, walking into the living room. "Yes." He replies, clearing his throat. You sit on the cushion beside him, and stare at him.

He turns to you, and makes eye contact. His dark blue eyes study your face, and you squirm under his gaze. It stays silent for a while, neither of you saying anything. "Ah, well then. Lay your head here." Kira pats his lap, and you do as he instructs, laying your head on his lap. You blush, trying not to squirm too much. "What do you want me to do?" Kira asks, raising a perfect eyebrow. "W-What do you mean?" You ask, fidgeting with your hair.

"You don't want to just lay here." Kira has a sharp edge to his voice, and your breath catches for a few seconds. "R-right; you could....stroke my hair?" You say, shrugging. "Of course." He says, and places his hand on your head, stroking it. He twirls it around in his fingers, and you squirm. "Stop squirming. I can't concentrate." Kira glares. You stop suddenly, holding your breath. "Your hair has a very pleasant smell to it. What shampoo do you use, if I may ask?" He smiles.

"It's a secret." You blush. "We all have our secrets." Kira sighs, and you squirm again. "Is this not comfortable for you?" He asks. "No, not really." You sigh. "Well, how about I pat your head and rub your stomach?" Kira asks, his eyes searching your face. "W-What?" You stammer, blushing even more. "I don't have any more ideas. Be grateful with what I'm coming up with." Kira bites. "Y-Yes." You reply, nodding your head.

"You can pat my head." You nod, closing your eyes. "Hm." He slides his hands down your neck, and you start to blush even more. He reaches for your hands, but stops suddenly, caressing your knuckle. "You used that lavender lotion I bought you. They're smooth...and delicate......and so soft....perfect in every way." He murmurs, giggling. Your eyes grow wide, terrified. He always does this, and you don't know why.

"I-I'm sorry. I got distracted for a moment." Kira clears his throat, and you take deep breaths, trying to stop your hands from shaking. "There, there; I'm sorry." He says gently, smiling. You nod, and then try to close your eyes and fall asleep. He starts to pat your head and rub your stomach, just like he said he would. You slowly but surely fall asleep.