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╰─━━━━━━━─╯ ︿︿︿︿︿︿︿︿︿︿︿︿︿ │ │ │ │. ;; │ │ │ ✧ │ │ ♡ │ ✧ ♡ THIS CONTAINS NO TW'S! YOU'RE SAFE, THIS IS JUST WHEN THEY NEED A DOSE OF COMFORT. ━━━━━━━ Peep the Genshin Impact music. It's so good, I love tnbee's songs. <3
Arashi Narukami;
- She would mostly use meditation to cool herself off from stress, maybe even tea and get-togethers. However, if her mental state is truly that bad, I think she would quickly confide in you. You're her first choice 100%.
- Her words would be meaningful, yet almost cryptic. They might surround her consistent battles with gender identity, or they might not; she can be fickle with her woe, but that's okay. It's woe for a reason.
- In response, you said that to her; she started breaking down on the spot. She would begin apologizing through tears as she hides her gorgeous face in her hands. The moment you pull her into a hug, she embraces you to relax herself. She confesses a number of things to you, gradually calming down as she does so. You listen carefully, taking every word into deep consideration. As a reward for being so incredible, you offered to go out for fruit snacks together. She agrees and finally smiles again, seeming relieved.
Izumi Sena;
- He would keep a brave face until the very last straw. It might be his inferiority complex that is upsetting him. Either way, the moment you praised him, his eyes welled with tears. As a water droplet trailed down his flawless skin, he swiftly wiped it; attempting to hide from you.
- In response, you approached him with a soft smile. You were willing to tend to his every need, whatever it may be. If he would allow you to console him more frequently, his complex would likely not be as bad as it is. However, you respect his withdrawal from forms of comfort. In spite of his angered protests, Izumi cowered into your arms upon being offered a hug.
- As he begins to cry into your clothes, you pat his back as gently as you can, whispering sweet sentences such as; "you can do this. You're gonna be okay. You're so strong. You're amazing."
- Eventually, he does regather himself. In a flustered state, he waves you off and adopts his arrogant behavior once more. You couldn't help smiling at it. At least he was feeling better.
Leo Tsukinaga; [ This might be long, he's my favorite. ]
- He's a very sheltered person when it dwindles down to his negative emotions, often using music as a distraction from such messy things. But at the same time, music reminds him of what happened. How it used to harm others, how foolish he was.. everything comes spilling back into mind, unable to distract himself from an engulfing silence that leaves him wanting to disappear.
- He would call your phone, behaving entirely normal; thunderous voice and his lovely "Uchu~!" calling out to you as soon as you answered the call. You'd laugh it off, afterwards questioning him as to why he called you so suddenly. With an unexpectedly gentle voice, Leo asks a question you never expected to hear..
- "Would you ever abandon me?" Questioned his unsteady voice. He sounded like he'd begin crying at any second— a soft breath into the receiver told you that you'd guessed correctly. You simply replied with a confident "no", your tone affectionate as you said this. In that moment, you could hear him begin sniveling. With great worry, you made haste in escaping your office in Ensemble Square.
- The second you arrived at the Tsukinaga estate, you were greeted by an unsuspecting Ruka. Gently greeting her, you told her you had important business to attend with her brother. With a perky "okay", the girl stepped aside to allow you into the home. You thanked her before departing to ensure Leo hadn't died on you(an exaggeration, of course).
- Instead of being greeted with death, you walked in on the composer sobbing into his hands. Piles of tablature were laid in an unsightly mess upon the floor of his bedroom, yet you couldn't preoccupy yourself with that. Locking the bedroom door behind yourself, you approached the musician. In your gentlest tongue, you spoke words of greetings to him. He replied with a soft whimper, nodding to acknowledge your presence. He clung to a single sheet of music, that of which he seemed protective of. Whenever you drew near, he withdrew from you to guard the sheet. You reassured him that you were not going to take it from him, afterwards placing a hand on his head to begin gingerly petting him.
- That was the final straw. He simply snapped, breaking down before you. You hadn't seen him undo like this for quite awhile, and it never meant good things. Your free hand navigated onto his face, your thumb massaging his skin. As you leaned back against the bed frame, with Leo rested in your arms, you whispered gentle affirmations to him. Your hand resumed petting his head, gingerly consoling him in a way music failed to do.
- Eventually, he would begin relaxing. In your arms, he would adapt to your breathing patterns; even mirroring them. This made both you and he laugh, gentle smiles appearing on either's faces.
