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hihi, dying for some ukyo soft stuff so i wanna request something😭, like we cannonically know that ukyo, after lilian, knows how to sing very well so i was thinking about ukyo lullabying reader because she's feeling down like yk being in the stone world could be overwhelming for the people of the modern world, thank youu

I love Ukyo so much (If I totally butcher his character pls forgive me)

xfem!Reader

You shift from foot to foot anxiously, hovering in the doorway to the room just beyond the threshold. You know he knows you're there, but even still, Ukyo sits with his back to you, waiting for you to announce yourself. He always did that. He always gave you the chance to speak up first. 

“Hey…Ukyo?” You say softly. He turns in his seat, a warm smile already on his face. 

“Hi there,” He says. “Everything okay?” 

Your lips slide into a small pout as you creep slowly into the room. Surely with his sensitive ears, he’d heard you tossing and turning in your bed just a few doors down for the past two hours or so. 

“Yeah…and no,” You say with a sigh. He gestures for you to come closer, a hand reaching for you as you approach. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks. 

“I just…the ship is so quiet, even though there are so many people on board. I can’t sleep, and it’s driving me crazy,” You say, intertwining your fingers with his. 

“It’s loud to me,” He says, teasing you a little. 

“Everything is loud to you.”

“Not everything,” He says. “But if you want, I can try something to help.” 

You look at him for a moment, trying to decide what to do. You’d be taking him away from his duty for however long it took to get you to sleep, which could get both of you a lecture from Senku or Ryusui. But also, you were desperate for some rest, even if it was just a little bit. 

“If…you don’t mind,” You say. 

He smiles at you again, just as warm as the first time, and lets you pull him to his feet and lead him hand-in-hand back to your sleeping quarters. Thankfully, you were one of the few with a room to yourself, so you didn’t have to worry about anyone giving you dirty looks for bringing your boyfriend back with you. 

He tells you to lay down and get comfortable, but doesn’t join you, as you'd expected. Instead, he sits on the edge of your little cot, and takes your hand in his once again. 

“Don’t judge me too much,” He says. “It’s been a while since I’ve done this.” 

“What are you even doing?” You ask, noting how his face turns a little pink in the dim lighting.

“Just trust me, okay?” He asks, clearing his throat a little. You give a hesitant nod, and squirm a little under the blanket to get more comfortable. Once you’re settled, he gives your hand a little squeeze, takes a breath, and opens his mouth.

Your face flushes at the realization of what he was doing. He was singing to you, soothing you with his voice. And what’s more, he was really good. 

As he softly sang to you, keeping his voice low so that only you could hear this talent of his, all you could think about was whether singing was something he’d wanted to do before he became a sonar operator. He seemed so at ease doing it, as if he’d sung like this so many times before it felt like breathing to him. 

You shift on the cot, turning onto your side and nuzzling into the pillow. You didn’t recognize the lullaby, but whatever it was appeared to be working a little bit. Though, whether it was the song or his presence that made you feel so at ease could be hotly debated. 

One song reaches its ending, and seeing you were still awake, Ukyo starts another one. This song was more familiar to you, but it felt so different coming from him. There was something in his voice, something in the way his eyes occasionally flit across your exhausted face, that made the moment feel perfectly intimate. This was just for you, and no one else. 

You don’t remember falling asleep, but his voice follows you into your dreams.