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Safe in Your Arms

Koshi Sugawara x Fem!reader (y/n) , Comfort, Fluff, Drunk!Reader

The club was too loud, the music thrumming through your body like a second heartbeat. You weren’t sure how many drinks you had—enough to feel warm and a little unsteady, but not enough to black out. Still, you knew there was no way you could get home on your own.

So, you did the only thing that made sense: you called Sugawara.

The phone rang only twice before he picked up.

“Hey, sweetheart. What’s up?” His voice was gentle, always filled with that soft warmth that made you feel safe.

You hiccupped. “Koshi… I think I had too much.”

There was a pause before he sighed, the sound laced with amusement and worry. “Where are you?”

You slurred out the name of the club, and before you could say more, he was already moving. “Stay put. I’m coming to get you.”

The wait felt endless, your head growing heavy as the world spun a little too fast. But then, like a lighthouse guiding a ship through a storm, there he was.

Koshi Sugawara stood at the entrance, eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on you. Relief softened his features, and in an instant, he was by your side, steady hands finding your waist as he steadied you.

“Hey there, party girl,” he teased, his voice as soothing as a lullaby. “Had fun?”

You pouted, leaning into his touch. “Too much fun.”

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Let’s get you home.”

The taxi ride was a blur of his voice murmuring soft reassurances, his fingers brushing through your hair when your head fell against his shoulder. You sighed, completely at ease in his presence.

By the time you reached your apartment, the exhaustion had fully set in. Koshi helped you inside, guiding you straight to the couch as he knelt to untie your shoes.

“You didn’t have to come,” you mumbled, watching him through half-lidded eyes.

He glanced up, a gentle smile on his lips. “Of course I did.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest, a different kind of intoxication washing over you—not from alcohol, but from him. From the way he took care of you, always.

As he tucked a blanket around you and sat beside you, you reached for his hand, giving it a weak squeeze. “You’re the best, Koshi.”

His thumb brushed over your knuckles, his voice barely above a whisper. “And you’re safe with me. Always.”

With that, you let sleep take over, feeling nothing but warmth, safety, and the quiet promise of his love.

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