*:・゚✧ love you today — best friend eijun pt. 2
18+ content | 2,9k words | sawamura eijun x reader. waking up with you in his arms, eijun remembers the antics of last night. but will the two of you be able to see eye to eye?
tags/cw: afab!reader, pet names (reader calling eijun baby cakes), mentions of alcohol consumption, mild angst, sexual undertones, no actual smut, build up, eijun is sporting an erection, mentions of make out session from part 1, best friends to lovers, feelings, not beta read, no editing we die like neji.
pt. 1 | pt. 3
the first thing eijun noticed when he stirred from sleep wasn’t the throbbing ache down south. that part came later. the first thing he noticed was the weight on his chest and a scent so distinctly you, filling his nostrils. instinctively, eijuns arms tightened around your body, pulling you impossibly closer. he noticed the warmth of your back against his palm, where it’d crept under his shirt on your frame through the night. he should pull it out but the electricity of it made him hesitate.
eijun didn’t have a moment of disorientation as to where he was either, like some might waking up somewhere they’re not used to. no, eijun knew exactly where he was, because he knew exactly what the weight on his chest was from the moment he stirred. he knew what the scent was. he was home. he was with you. a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as you lay pressed against him. he knew where he was. every single one of his senses were flooded with you. everything. and as they did, memories of last night came crashing in with it. you, holding his hand. you, pressing your lips to his. you, perched on his lap. you–
shit. his cock jumped at the memory of your clothed sex grinding down on him. and that. that was when he truly realized. of course he’d already felt it. how could he not, when his cock strained against his boxers? but it hadn’t been a protrudent thought as of yet. after all, morning woods were a thing and it wasn’t anything unusual. however holding you in his arms, inhaling your scent. that’s what made the difference. that’s what he now truly felt. the dull ache of his cock being left standing tall and proud after your shenanigans the night before. the ache of his own desire and desperation to touch you. to be touched by you. but even so, he couldn’t get too excited. he shouldn’t. he really shouldn’t. eijun quickly pulled his hand from your skin, instead resting it on top of the fabric covering your shoulder. he needed to call down. his dick needed to calm down, he thought, glaring down at it over your body.
“down boy—“ eijun hissed, words low, whistling between his teeth, before he was able to stop himself. shifting in his embrace, your hot breath fanned across his chest. as you craned your neck to look at him, still bleary eyed from sleep.
“did you just—“
“you were not supposed to hear that!” eijun’s voice turned sharp. high. quick. “you were supposed to be asleep.” right then, eijun felt an uncharacteristic embarrassment, prompting him to press his palms over his eyes in a futile attempt at hiding. embarrassed might even be an overstatement. eijun wasn’t prone to embarrassment, and he was very much unapologetically him in every aspect of life. but yet here he was, wishing he could’ve held his tongue for once.
“maybe you shouldn’t be talking to your dick then, baby cakes.” okay, yeah. eijun was absolutely embarrassed. just a little bit. he was used to teasing. always had been, since all the way back to his time at seidou. but this. this was different. okay. the lightness in your voice, the laughter. it was all a bit too much and eijun pressed his palms harder against his face and groaned.
“i thought you were sleeping, or i wouldn’t have–”
“i’m glad i wasn’t then.” the lightness persisted, but the laughter faded, lingering only faintly in the aftertaste of your words. and that. that was what made eijun lift his hands from his face enough to peek down at you. you’d shifted further so that you were now resting your chin on your hands, looking up at him from his chest. a sight to behold, indeed, yet he still covered up his face once more. he shouldn’t get too excited. it was quiet for a bit, then he felt you moving against him. felt the bed shifting underneath you.
“where are you going?” eijun asked, finally removing his hands completely from his eyes. you’d sat up on the edge of the bed, back turned. you pushed to your feet before saying a word, and when eijun reached for you, you’d already stepped out of reach.
“getting some water.” the lightness was still there, but suddenly, it felt forced. eijun pushed it to the side. it was probably nothing. he probably just imagined it. it was nothing. “you thirsty?” you spoke over your shoulder, but didn’t look at him. it didn’t mean anything, you were just getting water. you didn’t have to look at him to ask that. he wished you had though, remembering the beautiful shimmer in your eyes the night before.
“yea.” as if drawn in by the very same insistent pulling he’d felt the night before, eijun’s eyes flitted down over your frame, clad in his t-shirt. he watched the way the fabric flitted over your skin as you moved. gaze dropping further, roaming the naked skin at the top of your thighs, peeking from right under the hem, to the soft skin down the rest of your thighs. calves. thighs. your thighs were beautiful and if eijun hadn’t been thirsty before, he definitely was now, mouth getting dryer and dryer. mouth feeling nothing short of like the sahara desert. his gaze stuck to your legs until you disappeared into the kitchen, where he heard you rummage through a cupboard and the tab running.
he couldn’t stop thinking about those thighs. picturing them. how pretty they’d looked as you walked through the room. how even prettier they’d been, caging in his hips the night before. something that once again had him painstakingly aware of the strain between his legs; teeth clenched to suppress a groan as his cock throbbed, rubbing against the fabric of his boxers. shit.
despite knowing that you’d already heard him earlier, there was an urge inside of eijun to fix this problem before you found out just how hard he was. how you had made him that hard. looking around aimlessly for a solution that he didn’t find, you stepped back into view.
eijun wasn’t ashamed of the effect you had on him. quite the contrary, actually. but he didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable by it. and just because you’d wanted him the night before, didn’t mean you felt the same now. so for your sake, he pretended like it was nothing as his eyes flickered back to you. you didn’t look at him. that was the first thing he noticed. your gaze was fixed at a point right above his head, as if trying to seem like you were actually looking at him. the next thing he noticed was your smile, and that was what had his insides twisting. there, quirked on your lips, but only on your lips. the familiar glimmer in your eyes was missing. the slight cringle of your skin. it was all missing, turning your smile stiff and distant. a twisting feeling settled in his stomach as you handed him the glass of water, eyes flicking to his hand before quickly finding your own glass incredibly interesting. he might’ve misread it. he wasn’t always the quickest to catch the physical cues. he knew that. but he’s looked at you so many times. seen that smile so many times. and this didn’t feel like that smile he knew.
“what’s wrong?” eijun spoke quickly, almost stumbling over the words as he set his glass down on the bedside table, untouched. he searched your face for some indication that this was all in his head. that everything was fine and normal, but— did you regret what had transpired between the two of you the night before? did you hate him for turning you down? it hadn’t seemed like that last night, but how could he know for sure?
“what do you mean?” you still don’t look at him, but he saw the crease in your brows as they knit together tight. the air around him feels heavy. clammy and cold like a spitting mirror image of the way eijun felt inside as he took in the change in your demeanor.
“i mean what’s wrong. you’re not looking at me.” even eijun himself could hear the plea coating his words. it felt small and a little desperate, but it didn’t matter. because he wanted you to look at him again. he wanted you to smile that wondrous smile of yours that always set his stomach ablaze. even before he realized exactly what those feelings were. he wanted you to look at him. no matter what. and then you did.
“yes, i am!” your gaze met his, head on. you did exactly what he’d pleaded for you to do, but it felt off. forced. like you really had to push yourself to meet his stare.
“now you are. you avoided it before,” he pressed. “do you want to talk about it? we can talk about it. we should talk about it. we’re best friends, we talk about everything, right?” you sigh, averting your gaze again. eijun didn’t think. he didn’t. he just moved. he snatched your wrist and held it in his hand. your skin was warm under his fingers. soft. his hold was gentle, and you didn’t draw back even though you could. eijun considered that a good sign. “sit,” he urged, tugging lightly, and you went, gingerly sitting down next to him on the bed.
“eijun, it’s nothing.” there was his name on your tongue again. your tongue. eijun shook his head lightly. this was not the time to be thinking those kinds of thoughts. now were the time to find that smile you’d tugged away somewhere out of his reach.
“i don’t like it when you won’t look at me,” he said, teeth clenching as the words found home in the air around you, hanging there like a veil between the two of you. “talk to me.” his fingertips traced the delicate skin over your pulsepoint, feeling the way your heartbeat made it thump rapidly. your gaze had fastened at his fingers against your skin. with your other hand, you finally took a swig of your water, even if it was more of a guise to draw out time before you were bound to answer. then you sighed once more.
“last night—“ you stopped and gnawed on your lower lip. “i’m sorry, i never should’ve— i didn’t—”
“do you regret it?” eijun pulled back as if he’d been stung. he had known it was going to hurt if you rejected him. if you regretted being with him in a drunken mess up. which was why he’d stopped it, despite desperately desiring the feeling of you. but he hadn’t expected it to hurt as much as it did, that you’d regret even kissing him. but you were friends. he should have seen this coming. he should have known this would be the outcome. he should have walked home. he should have—
“no.” one simple word. one word. that’s what it took.
“what?” breathless. eijun felt his eyes widen at that one word you’d uttered. he felt the tightness in his stomach and chest let up. he knew he shouldn’t feel this relieved already, but he couldn’t help it. you didn’t regret it. you didn’t regret him. he shifted in his seat, turning further towards you, watching you intently.
“i don’t regret it, and i’m sorry if that makes me terrible but i—”
“what is it then?” eijun interrupted, hardly even hearing your words. he needed to know what was going on, and he’d be damned if he let it go before he did. “wait, why would that make you terrible? are you embarrassed? because—“
“i’m only embarrassed because i threw myself at you and you obviously regret what happened—“
“me?” your eyes met again. finally. this time vulnerable. hurt. eijun confused and questioning.
“yes, you.” what did you mean he regretted it. what was there to regret? other than not having realized the true nature of his feelings earlier? kissing your neck without your consent? maybe that, but only because he didn’t want to pressure you. but it had lead to you kissing him. he couldn’t regret that. he couldn’t regret kissing you.
“what would i— why would i regret it?”
“don’t play dumb, eij. you’re the one who wouldn’t even look at me first.” your voice sounded so small at you spoke, and it felt like that alone cracked something inside of him. you shook your head and looked away again. he couldn’t explain it, but he knew that he wanted to erase that cracking feeling entirely from his body. he wanted to never have felt it in the first place. he wanted… he wanted… what did he want? he wanted everything. except for this feeling. the voice of yours that made him feel these things. it hurt and he may not understand what you were talking about, but he didn’t want you to hurt the way he did right now. when had he not looked at you? he’d been looking at you all morning. nothing but you. always you. and he needed you to look at him too. just him. always him.
“hey,” he called. with a tentative hand, he cupped your cheek and turned your head towards him. his eyes fastened on yours. eijun didn’t know what else to do, but be honest; so that’s what he did. “i have no idea what you’re talking about. i’ve been looking at you the entire time. even when you walked away, i was looking at you. just you.”
“but when–”
“just you,” his voice cut you off before you actually got to clarify. because to him, it really didn’t matter. it really, truly, didn’t matter what he’d done to make you think he couldn’t look at you. because what mattered was that he would always look at you. and he knew that he was way beyond the line of a talk between best friends at this point, but he couldn’t help it. honesty. that’s the best he could offer you. and that’s what he always would offer. so he pressed on. “with everything i said yesterday, how could you think i would regret it? regret you? i have always been looking at you. i will always be looking at you. i would never regret you.” your eyes had widened ever so slightly at his words. whether he noticed was a different case. you looked at him. you finally dared to look at him the way you did before. open. honest.
“say it again.” your soft voice changed. this time, it didn’t hurt to hear you speak. it didn’t hurt to look into your beautiful eyes. it didn’t hurt and the knot in his stomach eased further. he would say it as many times at you’d like him to. as often as you’d like him to.
“i’ll never regret you,” eijun repeated.
“not that,” you said, breathless. a little lighter. “what you said yesterday. say it again.” eijun knew what you meant then. the words he’d finally found himself the night before. the words he’d finally understood and been brave enough to speak. he knew. releasing your wrist, eijun cupped your other cheek, and held your face between his hands. he knew the words you wanted. and he would give them to you. he would make sure you knew. so with an intensity in his eye that were mostly ever reserved for when he really meant business on the mount, he gave you everything. every little piece of him.
“i said that i’d still love you today.” eijun never really thought about what it would be like to say those words. i love you. but if he had, he probably would have expected it to be hard to push the words over his lips. but it wasn’t. it wasn’t hard. at least not when it was you he was sitting here with. instead it felt natural. light. easy.
“so,” you began, finally beginning to look and feel like his best friend again. like the person he loved. the person he was in love with. you felt like you. completely and entirely. just you. “you actually do want me?” you were hesitant. words slow. but still you.
“i love you,” eijun confirmed. “yes, i still want you. i meant every word. i still mean it. nothing has changed.” you seemed to relax at that. shoulders releasing the tension they’d held for so long.
“i think i want you too–” you began, biting your lip. then you corrected yourself. “no, i do.”
“i still want you–” eijun repeated in a whisper as he plucked the glass from your hand and put it on your nightstand. without ever taking his eyes from you, he leaned forward. eager as ever, it took his everything not to close the gap right then. “i love you, and i want you,” he said, lips just shy of being pressed to yours.
“then have me.” you said, catching eijun off guard, his eyes widening the at the very moment you closed the distance and pressed your lips to his. soft. hard. sweet. passionate. lingering. hesitant and as honest as could be. the kiss was everything, and as your hands settled on the skin of eijuns bare chest, he once again became very aware of his earlier situation, which hadn’t died down entirely just yet. as simple and innocent as it was, the mere feeling of your hands against his skin was enough to have his softening cock stirring. jumping. throbbing. pining for attention.
*:・゚✧ all interactions are greatly appreciated. thank you for reading ♡
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why people bother with love.
sawamura daichi x reader
wc: 9.2k
this is the longest fic that i've ever written, omg. i love daichi sm<33
also the story is inspired by taylor swift's song 'mine'! i was listening to it while on shuffle playlist and thought it was so good.
a happy and lovely family.
it's the farthest from what your family was.
all your parents did was fight at every little thing that can be talked through.
it was also the reason why you and your siblings are not close with each other. they hide or run away whenever they're fighting, which means, always.
but, they did tell you once.
“they were so deeply in love with each other in the past.”
so, just in the past?
i don't understand.
“then, you shouldn't have spent it on useless things!”
your father's voice made your ears ring. it's in the middle of the night.
they're fighting again.
this is supposed to be a day for me. i just graduated from elementary school today.
“useless?! you call that useless?!” your mother shouted back.
you decided to get off of the bed and silently walk to where the voices are coming from, the kitchen.
“of course, it is!” your father replied.
“our daughter just graduated and you're saying that buying her a small gift is useless?!” your mother asked.
i knew it. it's about that.
you peeked from the opening in the living room which was connected to the kitchen.
“just tell her ‘congratulations!’ or anything! why bother spending money?! we're not rich!” your father rebutted.
“are you hearing yourself right now, huh?” your mother snickered. “what are you even mad about? it's not even over ¥500?”
“you could've used that ¥500 for something more important! like food stocks or bills!”
“her, graduating is important! don’t you dare not acknowledge your daughter’s milestone!”
maybe i should just give them back a ¥500 that i saved from my daily allowance? would that stop them from fighting?
“arhg! you and your obtuse actions!” your father slammed the counter with his balled fist.
“what?! you're one to talk! that stupid "friend" of yours who always borrows money from you! where is he now, huh? out there partying and spending the money you lent him! what did he say? "i'll give it back tomorrow!" i never once saw him return the money he borrows, yet you keep on giving and giving him! what are you, a bank?!” your mother snapped.
“shut up!” your father shouted and clicked his tongue. “you always bring that up! you're always like that! i'm tired of you already!”
“guess who's tired of you too?” your mother crossed her arms and stared at your father blankly.
“is that so? then i'm leaving and never going back here!” your father had enough and walked out.
he met your eyes and was surprised for a bit, but he continued walking to the front door.
you looked at your mother.
she still had her arms crossed above her chest, but she clenched her hands tightly and was biting on her lower lip.
“mom, are you not going to run after dad?” you stepped out from hiding.
your mother flinched, but she quickly realized that you must've heard the whole conversation already.
“why would i? it was his decision to leave! i don't care about him anymore! i'm glad i finally got tired of his ass!” she said and went to get water.
what?
you say that, but why do you look so hurt?
“your hands are quivering, mom.”
as your eyebrows furrowed, you heard the engine starting. you look at the door's direction and run towards it. when you stepped out, you saw your father just hopped on his mini truck.
he saw you running to him. he rolled his window down.
“dad, when are you coming back?” you asked him.
he just smiled achingly at you.
“sorry.” he muttered. you, confused, tilted your
“don't worry, i'd still be there for you, siblings.” he shortly answered.
“what about mom?” you questioned.
“i don't care anymore. i can't bring myself to love her anymore. sorry.” he said and grabbed the steering wheel tightly. he then said goodbye and drove off.
i don't understand.
“they were so deeply in love with each other in the past.”
did their love for each other fade away?
i really don't understand…
love…
“why does everyone bother with it if it never lasts?”
why do we need to fall in love, just to experience the anguish of losing the feeling of it?
•••
“hurry! hurry! their match is already starting!” your friend pulls your hand, as you follow her lead.
“okay, okay.” you answered with no enthusiasm.
what am i going to do there anyways? i don't even know the rules in volleyball.
“why are we watching a boys volleyball game in the first place?” you asked her.
“it's our school's team! they can represent miyagi in the spring high tournament, if they win against the team they're playing today.” she said,
okay, still didn't anyways why we should be here.
when you two reached the bleachers, your other classmates waved at you and pointed at the seat they reserved for you both.
the first set just finished when you arrived. you just used the cheering megaphone they handed you and just created some noise as the players walked on the court.
“kageyama-sama, do your best!” you heard your friend scream her heart out.
that answers my question. also, what do you mean, "-sama"? you're older than him, right?
you sighed and just continued cheering.
the umpire blew the whistle and signaled that the second set was starting. you watched as a guy with bowl-cut from the opposing team serves.
your eyes widened a bit seeing how hard he serves, you were so sure no one could receive it.
but, the guy was there to break your thoughts.
he easily receives it, making your eyes widened even more.
as soon as he received it, they ran towards the net and he hit the ball over the other team, earning them the first point of the set.
wow.
your mouth hangs open.
“h-hey,” you called for your friend's attention. “who was that?”
“who? the one who sets?! that's kageyama! he's a firs—”
“no, the one who hits the ball.” you immediately stopped her.
“oh, that's the captain, sawamura daichi, from class 4. i think he's friends with sugawara too.” she answered shortly, now that the topic is not kageyama anymore.
number 1… that means he's the captain, right?
the match continued and they won the set. they lost the third, but won the fourth.
you were hanging on your seat as the set, supposed to be just 15, goes over to 20 and you cling to your friend tightly as the final whistle was heard and karasuno was declared the winner.
“wah! kageyama-sama, congratulations!” your friend bawled out.
“he's amazing too, right?” you said as you clapped, seeing sawamura receive the trophy.
“of course! he's kageyama-sama's teammate, after all!” she said, still dragging kageyama to the conversation.
when it was time to move out, your friend said she needed to go to the toilet, so you went there with her.
as you two passed the entrance to the gym floor, you saw the black uniforms standing there.
oh, they're here.
“sugawara!” your friend suddenly shouted, calling for your classmates' attention. almost all of them looked in your direction. “congratulations!” she said,
“oh! thanks!” sugawara replied, waving his hand in the air with a big smile.
you thought you might as well congratulate your classmate.
“congratulations, sugawara.” you said, not as loud as your friend's voice, but enough for him to hear.
“ah! (y/n), thanks!” he thanked you.
you two then bowed to them and continued to go to the bathroom, all while your friend celebrated that he got kageyama's attention earlier too.
“okay, i got it already. just go and hurry up.” you shut her up when you reached the comfort room.
you just walked to a close bench to the bathroom and took a seat, waiting patiently for your friend to finish.
“hey,” you heard a voice say.
you're not sure whether they're talking to you or not, but you looked up at where it came from.
“you're…” you started and stood on your feet. “sawamura, right?”
“uh, yeah. i'm sawamura.” he said as he reached for his nape and rubbed it with his palms awkwardly.
“you were so awesome in the game earlier. congrats.” you told him and smiled.
“thanks. i actually think i look unsightly during the game, especially when i'm just running and moving on fumes.” he replied sheepishly.
“well, the fact that you think that and yet you still do it just shows how passionate you are about winning.” you uttered. “still, don't worry. you look cool.” you reassured him.
“really? that's a relief.” he said and sighs relievedly.
there was a few seconds of silence after that and you just stared at each other.
“um… why did you… uhm, approach me?” you asked.
he suddenly gets a bit of tint pink shade on his cheeks, that can be easily missed if you were not looking carefully. maybe the reason, you noticed it also was the fact that his bruised on his left cheeks got your attention.
“well, you see… we won against shiratorizawa.” he started and you hummed. “so, we're already qualified for the spring high, i was just wondering if you'll be watching there too.” he asked.
“why? is my presence needed there?” you confusedly asked, making him chortle.
“for me, it definitely does, haha.” he answered, straightforwardly.
it skipped a beat. my heart just did.
i know these feelings very well. it's the feeling i swore not to follow.
i know where these feelings would bring me to.
“i see. i'll look forward to it then.”
i should've declined back then.
•••
“ever since you moved here, it never got quiet here anymore!”
your old woman neighbor is once again shouting in front of your house.
she's always there and she always just does it whenever sawamura is at work or out for something. it was easy to know since she knows he's a police officer and the police car is not in the parking lot.
you continued to bite your lower lip.
trying to stop yourself from shouting back at the old woman was harder than you thought.
the neighbors said she has a mental disorder, but still her voice. her voice can easily break a plate or two.
normally, you would just ignore her until she leaves, but today you're not like those days. your menstruation started this morning, and the blood got onto the sheets, so you had changed it.
moving around irritates you, but you had no choice but to do the chores, before your husband arrives, since it's just you two in the house and you're off to work today.
speaking of your husband, you looked at the clock and saw the time.
‘where are you?’
‘your shift should've finished a while ago.’
‘can you go home already?’
you stared at your phone and waited for him to reply, but he didn't. you just stood up and went to the kitchen.
ah, she left. you thought as you managed to peek outside the window while you walked to the kitchen.
thank goodness, finally.
“guess, i should reheat this.” you muttered to yourself and sighed.
you placed the dinner you cooked, inside the microwave. as you wait for it, you remembered that you haven't looked at the mail today yet.
you hurriedly went outside and opened the mailbox.
“huh?” you were surprised to see the mails filled with bills that needed to be paid.
you groaned as you held the envelopes in hand.
it's the same envelope you receive every month, but somehow these envelopes are more irritating to you right now.
you just closed the mailbox and went inside. you one by one looked through the mail, while you walked back to the kitchen.
and every time you open one, your mood gets worse and worse.
“huh?! why is it so expensive?!” you shouted at the bill you're holding.
we need to spend our money more wisely, even if we're both working.
*ping*
you heard the microwave's sound go off. you immediately took it out forgetting to put on a mitt or even a pot holder.
“ouch!” you screamed. you hurriedly went to the sink and ran the water on it. “damn, what am i doing?”
“i'm home.” sawamura announced as soon as he stepped in.
he's home?!
“argh! wait–” you speed walked to the main door and saw your husband. “welc–”
you stopped mid-sentence when you saw what he's holding.
“uh, i saw a friend of mine while on my way home, that's why i was late, so i thought i should get you something.” he said and extended his arms, a bouquet of flowers in his hands.
you accepted it, staring at it with a forced smile.
“don't like it?” he asked as he kissed your temple and walked to the living room.
you followed him, still looking at the flowers.
“no… it's just—” you sighed. “you didn't have to buy something this expensive…” you muttered.
“so, you don't like it?” he asked as he took off his uniform.
“no, it's not like that. i'm saying you shouldn't have spent the money on something useless—” you said, but decided to just cut yourself off.
you sighed. “thank you, dai.” walking up to him to hug him.
he returned the embrace, but he knew something was wrong.
we could’ve used the money to pay off our bills instead. you thought as you let go from the hug.
sawamura, puzzled, still decided to just give you a bit of space and not to pry yet. he went to take a short shower, while you prepared the table.
while waiting for him to join you, you looked at the envelopes you were just looking at earlier. your eyes then went back to the bouquet that’s now sitting on the center table in the living room.
you breathed deeply.
am i getting ungrateful for not appreciating his effort on buying that?
you got on your feet and went to get it.
staring at it, you finally realized how pretty it was. also, it’s your favorite flower.
you can’t remember when was the last time you mentioned to him what your favorite flower was.
was it when we were on our first date?
you chuckled.
“that guy really knows how to put butterflies in my stomach.”
suddenly, you felt two cold arms wrapped around your waist. you felt him snuggle his nose on your nook of neck.
“dai, stop it. i'm reeking of sweat.” you chortled as you felt a bit tickled by his now growing stubble.
he buried his nose deeper and even inhaled your scent like a man who just regained his sense of smell.
“smells like a pheromone for me.” he replied and lifted you up.
hooking his arms behind your knees and walking to the table. he sat you down on the chair and took a seat adjacent to yours.
as he was about to scoop rice for both of you, you reached out to his cheeks and gave him a peck. he was taken aback, but then smiled at you. he held your hand on his cheeks and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it.
“thank you for the flowers, dai.” you told him.
“anything for you, babe.” he answered.
maybe i was just thinking a bit too much about our bills. i should just appreciate that he got me these flowers.
…
“mrs. sawamura, please redo this.” your team leader sternly said.
you looked up from your desk and met with an eyes burning and a face that’s barely containing their anger.
“yes?” you asked while your hand was holding the lunch you were about to eat at the canteen.
“there are a lot of inaccurate reports and miscalculated estimates. what are you even doing? do you want our team to lose this project because of you?” she added and slammed the folder on your desk.
“but—” none of those are my jobs though.
i might probably have to add this to my piles of to-do work.
she was about to walk away, when she suddenly looked back.
“and i want them done today.” she said lastly, before walking back to her posts and leaving you with wide eyes.
all of this by today?!
“there’s no way i can finish this today.” you whispered and slumped your back to the chair.
i might need to stay for over time.
as you set your lunch box down on your desk, your phone vibrated. you pulled it out of your vest’s pocket and saw a message notification from your younger sister, who’s in college.
- we’re running out of mom’s medication.
- she’s always staring and thinking about a lot of things, i’m afraid it might turn into depression.
- and brother’s med maintenance too.
- it’ll only last until tomorrow.
- we need extra money, but i already used my income from my part-time job to pay off the debts when i borrowed money from my friend to pay for my tuition. she said she badly needed the money.
-if you have extra money, can you send us some for your mother and brother?
- i’ll try asking someone too.
you let out a frustrated sigh. you grit your teeth and lower your head.
just how bad will this day get?
you repositioned your body. taking deep breaths. you picked up your phone again and replied to your sister.
- no, it’s fine. i have some extra here. i received a bonus yesterday. i’ll send it to you and pay for the remaining balance on your tuition too. don’t forget their meds. let me know how much all in total. thanks for always looking out for them. take care there.
you put down your phone and covered your face with your hands.
well, there goes my bonus. i still haven’t paid for the other bills that i’m supposed to pay for.
“(y/n), you okay?” your workmate asked.
you just nodded and told him you’re okay.
i need to save money.
…
hours have passed since your supposed time to go home, but here you are redoing the whole project that wasn’t even your doing, yet forced to redo so.
“this… is wrong. who the hell put it here?” you said to yourself and immediately fixed it.
thankfully, you are already almost done with it. just a bit more and you can already give it to your team leader. she seemed to stay late too and was working on another project.
that doesn’t mean she should have me revise these mistakes when i wasn't even the one who did it.
“and… there! all done!” you raised your arms in the air and stretched your back.
“finally!” you expressed slumping your body to the chair with relief.
you immediately went to pass it to your leader. she didn’t even bother looking up at you and just said a monotone of “good work, you can go home now.” but, you could care less at this moment, you just want to get it over with and go home and take a bath and sleep.
as you were arranging your belongings, you remembered that you turned your phone off, in order to concentrate more.
you slid your bag on your shoulder and walked to the elevator. you waited for the phone to turn on. you’re the only one inside, so your mind wandered off while waiting to reach the ground floor and for your phone.
should i get a part time job too? ever since my brother got caught up in a motorcycle accident, it feels like money has been slipping out the moment i got them on my hands.
you heard a ping and the door finally opened, the same time as your phone turned on too. while walking to the door, your notifications got bombed with messages from your husband.
…
- can’t wait to have dinner with you <3
- i think i might arrive a bit earlier than our call time
- the chief will let us out early today
- i’ll be waiting for you, but you don’t have to rush, okay?
- are you on ‘do not disturb’ mode?
- okay, you might be busy right now
- good luck on your work, i love you
- i just got out, i’ll be passing by the house for a moment to change the car and maybe take a quick shower too
- still no reply? :(
- don’t overwork yourself too much please
- i’ll be driving so i might not see your reply
- i love you
- i’m on my way to the resto
- i’m so excited haha
- i’ll be waiting there for you
- i’ll be sure to drive safely, because that’s what you always say when i say i’m about to drive
- see you there, i love you
- i’m here already, but no need to rush
- i’m just early by half an hour
- just let me know if you’re seeing these messages
- be safe on your way here, i love you
- hey, it’s been two hours already
- are you still tied up with your work?
- let me know if i should wait for you or pick you up at your work
- i can still wait for you though
- please reply, babe
- i’m getting a bit worried now
- reply to me please, i love you
- i just contacted your colleague
- he told me you’re staying overtime to finish some things, but couldn’t you tell me sooner?
- i’m still waiting here for about four hours now
- i’m going home now
- at least reply to me once you’ve seen this
…
oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! i completely forgot about our dinner!
you hurriedly ran to call a taxi, knowing that the train was about to close by the time.
i knew something important slipped my mind earlier! i can’t believe it was the date with my husband!
you told the driver the destination of your travel, while also asking him if he can make it so you will arrive faster there. of course, he said he can’t drive recklessly, but he’ll try to drive faster.
while the taxi driver did his job, you tried to reply to your daichi. you explained that you had your phone off, that's why you didn’t receive his messages. the thing is, your messages are going through but he’s not responding to your message.
gosh, i think he’s really mad. what should i do when i get home? we can just have another dinner. ugh, it’s too pricey. you sighed.
after a few minutes, the taxi finally arrived at the street of your house. you told him it’s okay to drop you off here and paid him. while walking to your house, your stomach churns with anxiety as you might find daichi mad.
as you reached your gated house, you searched for your keys only for you to realize that you didn’t bring it with you when you left the house. you contemplated whether to call daichi and have him open the gate for you or just jump over the gate.
while thinking, you suddenly heard the clicking sounds of the gate being opened. you turn around to see your husband in his shorts and t-shirt. he’s not in his night wear yet, so he must’ve been doing some work in his office, just like what he usually does when he gets some free time after eating dinner, though it usually doesn't take this long for him to do those works.
“o-oh, you’re still awake? i didn’t wake you up, right?” you asked, trying not to make it awkward.
“no.” he flatly said.
he finally opened the gate and then waited for you to step inside, without uttering another word. you walked to the front door and opened it, going inside. you left the door open for him.
you set your coat on the rack and followed daichi with your eyes as he closed the front door and walked past you after throwing the keys in the bowl. you also saw your keys there.
i knew it he’s mad.
you walked to the living room to see him opening the television and munching on some chips. seeing this, you felt your stomach grumble. you went to the kitchen and found a bowl of some hot miso soup. your stomach felt even hungrier.
but, i need to talk to dai. you closed your eyes and accepted your hunger later.
you were about to walk to where daichi was when he suddenly stood up and went to the bathroom. he also took a towel, so it seems like he’ll take a shower.
guess, i should eat first then.
…
after eating and washing the dishes, since it’s only the ones you eat with anyways, you went to change your clothes hurriedly, in case daichi finishes his shower already.
when you went back to the living room, there you saw him sitting on the couch, eyes glued to the television.
you walked to him and called his name.
“dai.” he didn’t look at you.
“dai. i forgot about our dinner.” you said and took a seat next to him, he looked at you.
i should just explain it to him and get this over with.
“our team leader was being a little bitchy earlier and gave me work i’m not even supposed to do, so i turned off my phone—” you were telling him about what happened earlier, when he suddenly cut you off.
“is it that hard to remember to tell me that you’re taking an overtime?” he stated. staring at you with a straight face.
“huh?” you asked, deflecting his straightforwardness.
“i’m pissed off that you made me wait for about four hours, but i’m more pissed about the fact that you can’t even tell me that you’re having overtime.” he uttered.
it’s like something just snapped in your mind. you know you’re the one who should apologize for forgetting about your date and even making him wait. but, it must’ve been the awful day that you had that’s getting the best of you right now.
“why is it such a big thing to tell you about that?” you asked him with a stress on the word ‘big thing’.
he furrowed your brows and was taken aback by your question. did you really just ask him why is that a big thing?
he stood up and was still not breaking eye contact with you.
“maybe it’s because i’m your husband, (y/n).” he answered back, now emphasizing his words. “of course, i need to know because i get worried why you aren’t back yet when your working hours are already done.”
you raised your eyebrow.
“if you were that worried, then you should’ve come to my workplace and checked up on me.” you said and then stood up too, facing him.
“i was about to, when your co-worker replied to me and said you already have taken an overtime and possibly forgotten about our reservation!” he rebutted, his voice getting louder.
“then it's good timing! that was a waste of money anyways, we can always just eat somewhere cheap!” you shouted back.
“it’s you who wanted to eat there!” he pointed at you.
“i never said that! it’s you who wanted to take me there!” you told him and took a step forward.
“why are you always pushing the blame onto someone else whenever you're up against a corner?!” he gritted through his teeth.
“huh?! when did i ever do that—” you were about to talk when he talked over you.
and it was when you realized this is going like what happened with your parents.
“you never owe up to your mistakes, i always try to understand you because i love you, but (y/n), i’m a human too! i have a limit!” he started.
“wha—” before you could even finish, he added something that breaks your heart.
“i’m tired of you always being like that!” he said and stormed off to the bedroom.
you stood there in the middle of the living room speechless.
your world seems to be spinning yet you’re not paying attention to it, you're more focused on the heavy feeling on your chest. it’s so heavy, it feels like your heart has fallen to your stomach and now you can feel the churning of it too.
your legs felt wobbly, you had no choice but to sit back down on the couch. your hand found its way to your chest.
it hurts here.
your eyesight started becoming watery.
“you’re always like that! i’m tired of you already!”
“guess who’s tired of you too?”
“is that so? then i’m leaving and never going back here!”
no! stop, stop, stop, stop!
don’t think about what happened to mom and dad!
“then i’m leaving and never going back here!”
stop! please!
you know daichi won’t leave you, right?!
he won’t leave you!
he won’t leave you!
he won’t.
…right?
i just have to apologize—
“they were so deeply in love with each other in the past.”
no…
i still love daichi!
stop thinking like that!
with all these thoughts, you didn’t even realize how much you’re crying, but somehow not making any sounds. your body is still adapted to your childhood habit of immediately covering your mouth and nose when crying in order not to let anyone hear it.
it’s a habit that started the night you realized that you’re the reason why your parents have broken off. if you didn’t ask your mother for a gift that day, then there might be a chance that your family is still together.
your body slid and now you’re lying on the couch sideways, still covering your mouth and nose.
i still love daichi.
but, daichi’s tired of me already.
i knew love never lasts, but i thought it might be different with daichi. i was too naive to think love would treat me differently than my parents.
everything comes and goes.
in the end, it was a cycle.
not the love, but what happened with my parents’ love story and mine.
it will never last. love is.
…
waiting for a bit until you stopped crying, you picked up your coat again and put it on. you were about to take your keys, but realized you don’t need it anymore. before leaving, you remembered one thing. you walked back to the living room and took off your ring, setting it down on the table, all while holding back your tears again.
daichi’s the type to sleep his anger until he calmed down, so you didn’t have to think that he might pop out suddenly and ask you where are you going.
you have already booked a taxi to take you somewhere that might not be a safe haven for you, but still has a deep hold to you.
“can you take me here?” you said to the driver and he said he can and then quietly drove you there.
you turned your phone off to avoid someone calling you. you slept on your way there and when you felt the car stop for a bit too long, you immediately opened your eyes. a bittersweet smile appeared on your face as you stared at the house from the window.
you thanked the driver and hopped out of the taxi. you stood in front of the house unlighted because it’s already midnight, though to you it looked more gloomy rather than creepy.
one of the rooms is still with lights on, you grabbed your phone and messaged your sister. a few moments later, she was out of the house, wearing her pajamas, surprised to find her sister out of the house in the middle of the night.
as much as how surprised she was, she knew it was out of ordinary for you to show up in front of the house on a random day. she knew you had your reasons, but never forced you to tell her about it. it’s not like you’ll travel for about three hours just to visit them, just because you thought about it, what’s more it’s in the middle of the night.
she helped you get your room ready, she can see from your eyes that you needed to rest your body and mind. when it was already done, you thanked her and encouraged her about the plates she’s finishing, that's why she’s staying up late.
you laid on your bed, the same bed that has been with you with everything. it is nostalgic to think about the memories, but you can’t help but think about those times where the family is still complete and somehow you are acting like a real family.
“i’m back. you’re seeing another pathetic side of me.” you muttered to yourself, referring to the bed and realized that maybe it’s the whole room too.
you turned your eyes to the pictures stuck on your walls. your lips quivered again as you stare at the picture you put up in the past of you and daichi when you had an aquarium date.
it’s a picture of you two kissing that was perfectly photobombed by a large stingray, that made both of you look like you had wings.
“why do humans fall in love? it hurts my heart, yet i can’t stop loving the man i married.” you uttered as a tear fell out of your eyes.
you were about to close your eyes, when suddenly you heard a knock on your door. you looked up and stared at it, thinking it could be your imagination. again, three knocks came. you immediately went to get whoever it was. did your little sister forget something? or did you?
opening the door, you were greeted by your mother in a wheelchair. smiling up at you.
“i knew it. you came home, i see.” she said, still smiling affectionately at you.
“mom, why are you still awake?” you asked, kneeling in front of her. you held her hand and returned the smile.
“i was asleep, but i woke up when i heard your bedroom’s door being opened.” she explained and tapped you, asking you to stand up.
“huh? ah…” you were puzzled by what she said, but then remembered it.
“your door lets out a peculiar sound every time it opens and closes, right?” she chuckled and pointed at your balcony.
you went behind her and pushed the wheelchair to your balcony, the breeze was chilly, so you went to your dresser and looked for something thick to cover your frail mother’s body. you came back with a jacket, and wrapped it over her shoulders while she was staring at the star-filled sky.
“it’s beautiful.” she spoke.
you looked up and truthfully, it was beautiful but you were not in the mood to admire them. you just answered her with a simple, “yeah.”
for a moment, it was quiet. the only sounds you’re hearing are the sound of the wind brushing against the trees and leaves and the sound of the crickets.
it was quite, you thought it would be okay to just stay like this, but you know somewhere someone would speak up. it was your mother who did.
“did something happen at your house?” she finally asked the same question your little sister wanted to ask but decided not to.
you tried to stay quiet, but you were aware you have to, sooner or later, need to tell them the reason rather than keeping them in the dark.
and yet, you can’t find the courage to speak.
your mother smiled.
again, it was quiet.
for a few minutes, it stayed quiet. actually, you think it might actually go until half an hour. half an hour of letting the noises of nature fill both of your ears, half an hour of feeling the cold blow of the midnight wind on your skin.
you looked down at your mother and noticed that she’s just staring at something far. it was like her mind was occupied by something.
“mom,” you called, she answered you by humming, “what are you thinking about?”
“i’m thinking about your father.” she said lightly.
you were surprised. the topic about your father was like a forbidden one, you and your siblings never talked about your father when in presence of your mother, yet she just told you that he’s running in her mind right now.
i thought she hated him.
“why?” you asked.
she smiled weakly.
“i’m thinking that if i followed him back then, maybe i would be happy right now.” your eyes widened.
she still remember that? and… she regrets not running after him? but, he’s…
“i thought you said you didn’t love him anymore?”
she chuckled.
“i thought so too.”
…
it’s saturday and almost four o'clock in the morning, daichi was woken up by his alarm clock, he forgot to turn off before sleeping. it was already weird, because usually he never hears it. it was you who got woken up by it first and then turned it off. after that, you’ll be nudging him and even getting on top of him with your whole body to wake him up.
his body feels so tired. he stretched his arms out, only to feel the cold sheet next to him. he sprung up on his ass.
“where is—”
he shut his eyes tight when he remembered what happened last night.
“damn it. i decided to sleep again while i’m mad. i should stop doing that. she doesn't like it either.” he muttered as he got off the bed and stretched out his body.
he went outside the room to get water and find you. he searched the living room with his eyes, but he didn’t see you, he walked to the kitchen and you weren’t there either.
maybe in the bathroom? he thought and his feet dragged him there.
no. you weren’t there.
at this point, he was ignoring the thumping sounds of his heart. there’s no way you did what he’s thinking… right?
he went outside, even though he knows himself it’s ridiculous, to see you watering the plants. but, still there’s no sign of you.
he went back inside and searched every room, but still no one jumped out and said that you were just playing hide-and-seek with a just-woken-up him.
where were you?
he went to sit on the couch. short and fast breaths taking over his lungs.
please just tell me you went out to jog. or that you went to shop this early in the morning. anything that could be outrageous to do at this time you can do it and he wouldn’t even laugh. just show up before his eyes and calm down his heart getting scared minute by minute that he might’ve ruined everything last night.
“where are you, baby? please, just this once let it be a joke.” his said with a shaking voice.
he looked down and finally saw it. the ring you left, before you went and left the house.
daichi laughed.
“now, if this is a nightmare, i fucking hate it, haha.” he laughed as he picked it up with trembling fingers.
it wasn’t happening. if he closes his eyes and opens it again, he’ll find you sleeping soundly beside him.
but it didn’t.
he clutched the ring in his palms as he wobbly stood up and went to the bedroom to get his phone. maybe if he calls you and apologizes, he can fix this relationship.
but, it wasn’t going through.
“did she block me already? please don’t. i’ll apologize for everything i did and said. just don’t leave me.” he muttered, shaking voice and tears finally escaping his eyes.
he kissed the ring, before deciding to get on his feet.
he’s not letting this relationship end, if he had to eat dirt for you to forgive him, he’ll go out of his way to search for the dirtiest mud and eat it for you.
he checked the closet. his line of work will become handy to him, but he didn’t think that it’ll be useful in this way. you didn’t take any clothes with you. so, there’s a high chance that you’ll go somewhere you have a stock of clothes with them. but, the friend you’re always staying over whenever you have a girl’s night, is out of town right now and the other is attending a party just like what you’ve told him.
as much as he doesn't want to say it, he knows that you’re trying to save money, so you probably won’t stay at a hotel.
he picked up his jacket, phone and wallet.
he knows the only place where you could be.
…
“you thought so too?” you repeated.
“i thought i was tired of him, that i didn’t love him anymore.” she said, “but, i was wrong.” she added.
how can you love someone who hurt you just by thinking about them?
she looked up at you and smiled.
“i realized, i was not tired of loving him.” she looked forward again. “rather, i was tired of our fights. i was tired of always exchanging shouts with him, but i never stopped loving him. ever since that night, never a day passed that i haven’t thought about how i should’ve run after him and told him not to leave me, us.”
your lips quiver while listening. you always made sure not to talk about your father thinking that your mother would hate it, not knowing that everyday she reminisces about their relationship.
again, she looked up at you, but now with a warmer and larger smile.
“so, i thought once i get better, i’ll try and win your father back, even if it took too many years, haha.” she happily said, before looking back in front.
you weren’t able to contain it anymore, you shed a tear for your mother. you bend down and hug her from behind. she was startled when you suddenly wrapped your arms around her, but still caressed her daughter’s head, just like how she used to whenever she cries in her arms. you were happy to see your mother’s genuine smile, a smile that isn’t forced, a smile that isn’t there to show that she’s okay, so you don’t have to worry. you were happy, but you can’t help but cry.
knowing damn well that your father has already married someone else and is having his third child.
you know that and yet, you can’t tell her that. you don’t want to. not when she just finds inspiration to be well again.
but, you didn’t expect to hear what she said next.
“your father… he already found someone else, didn’t he?” she suddenly said that it made you freeze.
you felt wet drops on your arms.
“i-i— he—” you wanted to lie, but can’t bring another heartbreak to your mother by lying.
“i know, because you’re my child.” she sobbed and tears fell out of her eyes like waterfalls. “and i know, because that’s just the man i knew and loved.”
you went in front of her and hugged her by her waist, bawling like a little child.
“sorry, sorry, sorry, mom… it was my fault… i’ve always known it was because of me… if i didn’t ask you for a gift, maybe he would still be with us… mom, i’m sorry… because of me… i’m sorry… i’m sorry… i’m sorry… please, forgive me…” you cried and cried, begging your mother for forgiveness.
your mother who is also crying, but still manages to wipe your tears, nods her head with everything you say to let you know she’s listening.
you kept on apologizing to her and she listened to everything. when you ran out of breath, she took this chance to calm you down.
“(y/n), look at me.” she said as she cupped your cheeks, you looked at her with a messy face and probably snot coming out of your nose. “never have i ever thought that it was your fault. your small gift was not the reason we ended the relationship. i didn’t know that you’ve always carried the guilt on your back thinking that it was your fault. i’m sorry for never noticing.” she affirmed.
“it was not your fault, (y/n).”
this made you teary again.
“mom… thank you…” you cried to her as you held her hands that were on your cheeks. closing your eyes to feel the warmth of her palms in the coldness of the breeze.
“with that said, (y/n)...” she called. you opened your eyes and saw another of her real smiles.
“don’t make the same mistake as me.”
it was a short sentence, yet it rang your ears so loud, you can’t hear anything else except that.
your lips showed a smile, a quivering and forced smile. your tears never stopped dropping, actually your eyes produced more.
“i’m sorry, mom. but i think i already did.” you cried, resting your head on her thighs. “it wasn’t your mistake that i’ve committed, but dad’s.” you added.
“i ran away.” you hiccuped, “i thought everything would be the same, so i ran away. i was scared to face it.”
your mother made you raise your head. your eyes are red from crying so much and yet you felt like you haven’t let everything out. your chest still feels heavy. you want to cry everything out, but thoughts fill in double with every tear that escapes your eye. you just want to cry it out, but the longer you cry, the more it hurts.
“mom, what should i do?” you asked her, looking up at her. sniffing and catching your breath.
“i…” you stopped to inhale. “i love daichi, but i’m scared. what if it's all temporary. what if our love fades?”
“it was my fault. it’s always been my fault.” you wiped your eyes with your hands, only to be replaced by another one. “i… i don’t want to leave him, mom…”
“dear, calm down.” your mother squished your cheeks. “i’m sure you realize that whatever you did to your husband was wrong, but you don’t have to worry.” she said, making you confused.
“i was the one who ran away… what if he didn’t run after me?” you asked.
“then you’ll be the one who needs to go back to him. you need to talk it out.” she ran her hands on your hair. “you wouldn’t want to turn out like me, right?” she muttered, giving you a relieved smile.
she knows that you already know what to do and that no matter what happens, deep inside you, you didn’t want to be something you saw happen to her and your father. she must’ve been subconsciously aware that you were afraid to fall in love. she saw when you looked at others with partners, not with an envious eyes, but rather a confused one.
she realized just now, that she might have been the reason why you think like that. with what turned out to be your mother and father’s relationship, maybe it’s understandable why you thought love fades along with the relationship. but, you’re wrong. after all, look at her. she will always love the man that was with her for most of her happiest moments. she’ll never stop loving him.
but, she knows it’s different for the both of you.
because, she saw something in daichi that your father has never done and never will. she knew from the day you introduced him to her.
your father never looked at her the same way daichi looked at you whenever you’re not looking.
so, she knows. she knows it won’t turn as tragic as her story.
when she realized, you have already calmed down. you’re still sniffing and wiping your tear stains, but you’ve controlled it.
“let’s go. it’s getting late and you haven’t slept yet.” she tapped your back. you could only reply with a nod.
you stood up and helped your mother turn her wheelchair around. you helped her get to her bedroom, but before walking back to your room, you thanked her.
“thank you, mom.” you said. she looked at you and smiled. “thank you for being the best.” you kissed her on her forehead and said good nights to each other.
you went back to your room and laid on the bed. you reached for your phone. your fingers fiddled whether to turn it on or not.
in the end, you chose not to.
you know what to do right now, but needed more courage to commence it.
“i should get some sleep first.” you muttered, your body finally processing the amount of tiredness your body felt yesterday and today.
i’m going back to daichi. i don’t want to lose him.
…
the sun was up and it was hitting your eyelid. you were too tired and sleepy, you forgot to lay out the blinds.
you were about to turn your body to the side, when something was holding you by your waist. you were still feeling groggy, but you paid no attention to it. but, then you remembered you’re in your room, not at your house, but your mother’s house.
you swung your head sideways and saw daichi sleeping next to you. your mouth was wide open and was surprised.
how did he get here this early in the morning?
you stared at his handsome face that was wrinkled by his furrowed brows. you wanted to laugh, because that was his face every time he dreams about a weird but cute creature that he told you about before.. you tried to get out of his chain-like hold. after many unsuccessful attempts, you finally managed to free yourself.
you sat on the edge of the bed as you felt your throat was so dry after that crying you did. you were about to get up when you caught daichi and started moving his hands.
he’s searching for me. you thought.
you were on your way to reach for his hands, when he suddenly sprang up with wide eyes.
“(y/n)!” he called out.
you jolted because of his sudden movements. he was frantically rubbing his eyes in order to get that clear view of the room. his gestures made you worry, so you held and stopped his hands from doing so.
“dai, i’m here.” you told him, putting his hands down along with yours. “good morning.”
his eyesight has finally adjusted and you were his first view.
your beautiful face that puts a blush on his cheeks. your sweet smile that calms his mind. your soft touches that makes him weak.
staring at your face, he realized that he’s not in a nightmare anymore. just like what happened earlier when we woke up for the first time today. you’re here in front of him, greeting him good morning just like always.
he pulled your hands to his face, feeling up the warmth it gives.
“g-good morning.” he replied, his voice cracking up from holding back his cry.
you smiled watching your husband snuggle himself to your hands, but it soon faded when you realized how scared and hurt he must’ve been when you suddenly disappeared.
“dai—” before you could even finish calling him, you suddenly found yourself caught by daichi’s arms again.
he buried his face on your chest and hugged you tight, tighter than he even did before.
“why…?” he muttered, words were muffled, but you can still hear him clearly.
“dai?” you called.
“why did you leave? you could’ve just slapped me. you could’ve just kicked me. you could’ve punched me. you could’ve told me to sleep outside. you can pull my hair, poke my eyes, hit my shin, step on my toes, throw all my clothes, burn them, spend all my money, cut my cards and everything to let out your frustrations and calm your anger, but why? why did you think of leaving me?” he reasoned.
you could feel your clothes getting wet, right where his eyes met your chest. his fingers on your back grasping onto your fabric. you wrapped your arms around his back.
“i was so scared. i thought i might never see you again. i thought we’ll never kiss each other good nights and good mornings again. i thought i’ll never be able to hold you like this anymore.” he continued.
“i’m sorry, i’m sorry. please don’t be mad at me anymore. i didn’t think through what was coming out of my mouth. i won’t ever do that again, please don’t leave me. i love you. you know, i love you so much, right?” he begged, finally looking up at you.
his eyes were filled with tears, just like how you were earlier. his face was desperate for your answer.
“dai.” you started. you pushed him away for a bit to look at him directly. he didn’t want to at first, but still complied with what you wanted, only if he held your hand. he’s scared that you might disappear from him again.
“why are you the one apologizing? it was my fault it all happened.” you told him, he was about to reply to you, but you halted him.
“i completely forgot our dinner. i forgot to message you about staying late to finish my work and i didn’t apologize for both. i got mad when you were only worried about me. i lied about not wanting to eat there and begged you for it.” you continued, looking at him straight in the eyes.
“and you’re right about it. i’m sorry for always dodging to own up for my own mistakes. i was scared that everything might be happening because of me again. i ran away from them, so i will not be blamed for it. it’s a bad habit that i need to work on.” you said, smiling at him.
you raised both of your hands to your chest level.
“and thank you for always understanding me. thank you for being so patient with me. i’m very lucky to have someone like you beside me.” you then went and hugged him.
“i’m supposed to be the one saying it.” you added.
“saying what?” he confusedly asked, but still hugged you back tightly.
“i’m going to be selfish and ask for it. i might be tiring to deal with at times, but please don’t leave me, daichi.” you said.
he suddenly chuckled.
“then that would make us both selfish then, since we're asking for the same thing.” he said before pulling you to his lap.
he sat you down there and wiped some tears that were escaping your eyes. he held your cheek with one hand and yours immediately followed it, holding his below your hands. he angled both of your heads and made your foreheads touch each other.
“i won’t promise that there will never be a fight anymore, but there’s one thing i will promise.”
you smiled when you realized that you know what he’s going to say next.
“i promise i’ll love you for eternity.” you said in chorus, making you two laugh.
you two laid in bed for a few minutes, before going down and eating breakfast with everyone. you ate in peace knowing you learned that maybe even just a little bit, you finally understand why.
the reason why people bother with love.
sometimes you will just find someone who will make you risk getting hurt as long as you get to be with them. sometimes it might not turn out the way you expected it, but sometimes when you overcome it and still be with them, it could be the greatest thing that would happen to you.
sawamura daichi, thank you for making me take the risk.
hope you enjoyed it! stay hydrated you all, it's so hot!
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