drown with me 。(an abbachio x reader ♡〜)

the tide slows.

abbachio's pov;

tightly holding onto the last inches of consciousness i had, i drove to her house, every so often checking the directions on my phone. "are you okay, abbachio? you seem a little tired is all. do you want to go home?" i paused. some of me wanted to go home. but i longed for human contact. talking. and somehow, i didn't crash my car into a pole.

stopping in a parking lot, we walked into her apartment. sitting at the dining table, she prepared the both of us chamomile tea and some pocky's. 

"the station really misses you, y/n." i gave a weak smile at her as she looked at me. "i missed them too you know," she let out a soft laugh. "but it's very hard to put on that uniform. i can feel his blood sleep through my clothes." they looked away, bashful. "sorry, that was a bit much. a little silly, i guess." 

"i know, i feel it too." it crawled in my skin and turned it inside out, i couldn't bare to have it in my sight. "but," i tried to think. although my eyes were giving up on me, begging to close. "i always just imagine it's him telling me, yelling at me to get my ass back to work. and so maybe... maybe i'd go to the station another day. y'know?" they paused, taking in my idiotic explanation. "okay," she said with a slight smile. "maybe that'd work." i flashed a lopsided grin as my eyes closed, eyelids heavy with sleep, or lack thereof. 

we stretched out the conversation for hours and hour, talking about life and all. it was so, so refreshing o finally talk to someone again. but slowly, i felt my eyelids shut slower and my head mold into the couch. 

"it was so nice talking to you y/n.. really. but i should.. try and get some sleep. i work a night shift today." i smiled, emphasizing the word 'try' joking about my horrible insomnia. "okay. that sounds good. can i have your number? i had fun talking with you." they asked, holding out their phone. i typed out the numbers, and gave it back. "well then, i'll be going then. it was so nice talking y/n. let's do this again." i gave them a short smile. "yeah, it was nice seeing you too! i should get some sleep as well, i'm working the night shift today." she looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with a determination. i hesitated, before flashing a smile at her too. she closed the door behind her as i stepped into my car, head almost crashing into the wheel as it hung low. i drove home quietly, ignoring the buzzing from my phone.

y/n's pov;

my alarm chirped up in my ear, eager for me to get up. i stood up, resting my head in that dreaded closet. i pushed it open, and carried out the uniform. taking a deep breath, i lugged on  the heavy, leather-like uniform onto my arms. i shivered, though it was mid-summer. putting on my pants, i say on the bed, mentally preparing for the apologies and pitied looks i'd get at the station. it's ben over a month, and the news had probably spread. yet no one bothered to visit me. buzz. i checked my phone, and opened the messages. 

y/n's user: hi abbachio! just saw you left, get home safe. ^o^

abbachioleone: i did, i did. just woke up. don't be late for work. :)

you let out a breathy sigh, before sitting up. your sleeve crinkled in the wrong places. it felt wrong. and yet, i locked the door behind me, my bag to my side. driving through the city, i felt calm. somehow, i longed for the pitied faces i'd get. i missed their faces. i missed work. locking my car in the parking lot, i pulled myself closer and closer to the door, my head already aching. i clocked in, faintly smiling at the melancholy faces staring into my heart, eyes lurching for a look at my soul, searching for the ache. i avoided the eyes, the staring eyes. my shoulders tensed as my walkie-talkie uttered static noises. "y/n. did you make it to work?" i could hear the smile on his face. "hi! yes i did. i missed this," i started, choosing and picking my words carefully. "uhm.. can i come to your room to chat a little? of course, i also need to do all the paperwork piled and piled i my office, so a work and talk i guess..?" i muttered, sheepishly breathing a sigh of contentment. "that would be fun. sure, come over whenever. i brewed some black tea for us."

with that, slowly, and tiredly, i shuffled my feet over to my office, ignoring the stares and mutters i got from the pitying co-workers. i faintly knocked on abbachio's door, mentally preparing for his hoarse voice and calm manner. "hi, y/n. come in." abbachio's room was neat, with occasional papers stacked on his desk, or a pen scattered on the floor. i surveyed the room, forgetting abbachio wasn't an awkward co-worker i dealt with. giving him a faint smile, i took the mint colored mug in front of me and moved my papers to his desk. "is this okay?" i asked, hoping one desk was enough for the both of us. "mhm, it's okay, the desk is big enough." i sat across from him, chatting about how awkward the other officers were towards me, receiving highly empathetic responses.

i sighed contently, as the clocked slowly ushered me out of the building. "i like hanging out with you, y/n." i let out a breathy laugh, smiling and pulling a debby ryan (i'm sorry :c). "me too." saying a quick goodnight to the other officers, we rushed out of the building, shaking off the melancholy aura radiating from the building. "would you like to go get coffee one day? i don't want to intrude in your house all the time." he smiled, a joking tone slipping through his slightly monotone voice. "yeah! that would be good. let's figure out the details when we get home, because we're both sad sacks with zero planning skills." he let out a laugh, smiling as he sighed tiredly. "okay. have a good night y/n. get home safe." "sleep well!" i yelled across the parking lot, rushing into my car before i could get another response. i laughed in my car, my head gently resting on the wheel.

"get home safe as well, abbachio."