{29. Dark} Makoto Tachibana x Reader

Bzzt...



     The lights flicker off for a split second before turning right back on.



Bzzt...


     Again? Is it really storming that hard? Makoto won't like it if the light's go out-

Plink!

     "Gah!"

     'How manly...' you giggle to yourself. You roll your eyes and smile as you feel your way towards the closet to find a candle, opening a drawer on your way and rummaging around until you find some matches.





     "Makoto?" you call, voice soft as to not startle him. 







     You grip the candle-holder a bit tighter, "Makoto?"

     "(Y/n)..." comes a quiet, shaky voice from a room you can't seem to pinpoint.

     "Makoto! Hey, where are you? I've got some candles, come on, call out again so I can find you!"

     "...(Y/n)!" his voice is louder this time, though still shaky. Ah, the poor guy.









     "Haha, it was kind of like Marco-Polo, huh?" you smile up at the male as you snuggle up to him, gently rubbing his back to calm his nerves.

     "Yeah... yeah, kind of," he smiles a bit, his grip on your smaller frame tightening, though he is visibly relaxing a bit.

     "Hey, it's not so bad, okay? The lights will be back on in no time, and I'm here, so you don't have to be worried," you chimed, moving so you could rub his chest gently, cooing sweet nothings to him.