Hi, could I get Takoa comforting his s/o who is frustrated and upset after having a falling out with her parents regarding her future? thank you for the time :)
Takao practically jumps on his seat when he hears the loud knocking on the door of his apartment, only to rise up from the sofa he was previously sprawled on and race to the hall. He hesitates a bit before opening up, mainly because it’s currently 2 AM and he should probably be sleeping anyway, and there’s also a raging storm outside who’s supposed to discourage any late night visitor.
However, when he hears a second loud (really, really loud) bang he follows his gut and slams the door open, not sure of what expression to wear.
You’re standing on his welcome mat completely soaked, hair sticking to your forehead and lips shaking in the cold winter air.
“____-chan?!” he gasps, inhaling sharply as he holds the door open for you and watches your trembling figure march inside. “Takao-kun…” you begin, but he quickly pushes you towards the bathroom and throws a clean towel on your head. “Hold on, I’m gonna get you one of my hoodies.” he announces, returning five minutes later with a colorful change of clothes.
“I’ll wait in the kitchen, okay?” he simply says, leaving you alone in the room.
It takes you twenty minutes to get changed, dry your hair and walk in the kitchen. You find Takao sitting directly on the table, a warm cup of cocoa resting between his hands. “Want some?” he offers, eyeing your expression in a blatant attempt to read it. You shake your head and sit on one of the plastic chairs surrounding the table and, without so much of a warning, you start blurting out apologies mixed with half explanations, not really knowing where to start.
“Whoa there, slow down!” he chuckles, placing his cup on the table before hopping off and crouching right in front of you. “Tell me what happened first, you don’t need to apologise.” he states sweetly, smiling fondly at the way your eyes widen in gratitude.
“I had a fight with my parents. A pretty bad one.” you explain, shaking your head at the memory. “They questioned my future choices, Takao. They think they know better than me! Me!”
Takao nods understandingly, taking your hands in his. “Well, they’re just dumb.” he remarks, closing his eyes and lifting up his chin in what’s supposed to be a solemn gesture. You snort a bit in spite of the tears still stuck in your lashes.
“What is it, Takao?”
“Has anyone told you you look oddly pretty with wet hair?”
You roll your eyes and silence him with a half-hearted glare, finally smiling when he laughs out loud and hugs you tight while burying his forehead in the nape of your neck.
“I’m always here for you if you need me, ___-chan.”