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Can you do Arima comforting Haise after a nightmare?

Even during the worst of dreams, Sasaki Haise is silent. 

But when Arima Kishou checks in on him, he sees tears streaming down his mentee’s cheeks.

“Hey.” Arima shoves Haise awake. “You okay?”

“Huh?” Haise blinks sleep out of his eyes. “Yes.”

“Wanna talk about it?” Arima sits at the edge of his bed. He’s curious, what life was like for this ghoul. How did the Centipede become the Centipede? What horrors exist on the ghoul side?

“I was in a room, an empty, cavernous room. A mother and a child were brought before me, and I was asked to choose who would die.” Haise resumes his silent tears. “I chose myself – but I was helpless – and they were going to die because I couldn’t choose.”

“That’s noble of you.” Arima has killed children before. This may render him worse than a ghoul. “You’re a good man, Haise.” 

“I wish – I wish I knew where these dreams came from.” Haise runs a hand through his hand, and Arima has the sudden urge to confess everything, to unveil the lie.

But the truth would not comfort, and tonight comfort is what Haise needs.

Arima would love to promise that Haise will never have to choose between life again, but he will. He would love to promise to remain at Haise’s side, but he won’t. 

 So he promises what he can. “I’m here. I promise I won’t let anyone torture you.”

And tonight, as Haise grips his hand in thanks, that is the truth. 

Could you do an nsfw Arisasa scenario please?

You’re welcome, Nonny-Mouse! I hope you enjoy.

CHRISTMAS

“You’re the best mentor, you know. Thank you.” Haise Sasaki holds out a Christmas present for his friend.

Arima smiles and accepts the gift. He feels bad he didn’t buy anything for Sasaki.

“You really don’t have to beat yourself up. You’re always doing that.” Sasaki shakes his head. “Can’t you be happy for once?”

“You make me happy,” Arima tells him, and his heart thumps in his chest. 

He opens the perfectly wrapped gift to see a framed photograph of 0 Squad. Laughing. 

“This is fabulous.”

“I’m glad you like it.” Sasaki sighs. “I had to ask Akira. You’re rather difficult to shop for, you know.”

“So are you,” Arima says lamely.

“Not really.” Sasaki’s face is illuminated by glowing lights, and – and –

From the moment Arima met him in the sewers, Sasaki’s had his heart.

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NEW YEARS

Sasaki calls Arima, exhausted after a night helping an intoxicated Akira groom her cat over and over.

“Come over and I’ll brew you coffee,” Arima tells him.

They talk and talk over coffee, and finally Sasaki asks what he’s been wondering.

“Do you like me?”

Arima starts. “Of course.”

“Not like that. At the party last night, Hairu said you were off pining for me.” Sasaki’s face is bright red. “Is that true?”

Arima sighs.

When he looks up, Sasaki kisses him. 

A New Year, indeed.

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VALENTINE’S DAY

“Arima!” Haise rolls over and wakes his boyfriend by peppering his face with kisses. 

“Well, that is a pleasant way to awaken,” Arima mumbles. “We could make it more pleasant, though.”

“Oh, really?” Sasaki pulls Arima atop him. 

Arima suckles the skin of Sasaki’s chest. He stokes his muscles, and his smile grows with every moan. 

When Sasaki is inside him, he feels open and free and beautiful. They’re both part-ghoul, and they understand each other in ways most people don’t. 

They collapse next to each other, covered in sweat. 

Arima reaches over to their nightstand. “I got you something for Valentine’s Day.”

“Chocolate?” Sasaki laughs at the box. “Well, it just so happens…”

Arima guffaws as Sasaki pulls out the exact same box.

“You’re hard to shop for, you know,” Sasaki says again.

Arima pulls him in for another kiss.