𝖊𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑 [bsd x reader oneshots] ༉‧₊˚✧

𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜┊MEASURE THE SILENCE OF A HOUSE「♜」

⇢ TAGS :| GN!READER. MAJOR CHARACTER INJURY, ANGST WITH A HAPPY ENDING, COMAS, ALCOHOL, IMPLIED/REFERENCED SELF-HARM, CUDDLING, KISSES, POST-MEURSAULT. NOT PROOFREAD.

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Everything was over. No more vampires. No more One Order.

The Decay of Angels had been defeated. Kamui had been defeated.

With the combined resolve of the Armed Detective Agency members and the surplus of determination from valiant citizens prepared to throw caution to the window and place their lives on the line for a chance to liberate their world, the extinction of humanity had been prevented. It had been a backbreaking hellscape of pain and suffering, but it had been accomplished. And with that, the ADA had been upheld within both public and private circles with the highest regard, both due to admiration for their contributions to the crisis but also out of shame because of the global assumption that they were terrorists.

You were hunkered down by a 5th-story window overlooking the citizens of Yokohama as they overtook the streets, celebrating. Some clutched onto each other tight, weeping about the lives that were lost in the massacre. Others practically screamed once they saw each other, singing their praises to the heavens above. Shrieks of pure relief trumpeted throughout the street as people reunited with their missing loved ones, cries of mirth echoed from opened windows, and a faint jumble of different radios blended into the background to complete the scene.

"This is all thanks to you, my love," you whispered, though you couldn't muster the heart to turn around. You wouldn't even join the celebrations; you didn't have the strength for it. Not now. You couldn't even manage a meager smile for more than a few minutes, despite your incessant attempts to appease the concerns of both your fellow co-workers and your boss. They would visit from time to time, some in pairs and some alone.

Atsushi and Kyoka always visited together, bringing with them bowls upon bowls of steaming chazuke and stuffed animals that felt like clouds drifting upon the ground. It was one of the few moments when you had cracked an authentic smile—because, at the end of the day, they were only two innocent kids. Despite the trauma and terror they had faced and the lessons they had learned, they didn't know what to do in this situation. But the endearing sight of them covering the room with cheap, dollar-store flowers brightened your day, even if only by a bit.

The Tanizaki siblings also visited together, which possibly broke your sanity even further. They brought along the usual distractions that came with their peculiar relationship, effectively fracturing the monotony of the day with antics that made you more than a little squeamish. While you appreciated, or more like tolerated, their efforts to reprieve you from your perpetual worries, you would've rather sat in your silence.

Kunikida was the one who visited the most out of everyone, on the same days and at the same time. He ensured that you had properly taken care of yourself—which you hadn't—and that you had eaten a proper meal—which you rarely did. Doctors and nurses were startled by the yells that boomed from inside the room, but you knew better than to be mad. He may be a harsh and stubborn man, but you knew that deep down, he was only concerned.

Yosano snuck booze into the room whenever she swung by, though a drinking session was always followed by a roulette of genuine advice. You would have a couple of drinks—though Yosano would never have more than a couple of sips—before opening up about your concerns and disquietudes. Then, she would spend the next hour or two carefully picking each one apart with logic, an arm wrapped across your shoulder to reassure you that everything would be alright.

Fukuzawa always walked in without you noticing, though the smell of tea and the pawing of a cat against the fabric of your pants always clued you in—you had no idea how he managed to sneak the cat in. The cat remained stretched across your lap, nuzzling into your arms and encouraging you to pet him as he purred. Tea was always sweet and delicious, a stark contrast from the darker brews that he made at the office. And he always peered down at you with a sympathetic frown, parting with a gentle 'call me if you need anything' and a squeeze to your shoulder.