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um👉🏻👈🏻Can you write part 2 for argument with husband?His apologise to you?

APOLOGIZING TO YOU AFTER MAKING YOU CRY [ pt one | two ]

ft. bonten!kakucho hitto, shinichiro sano, & bonten!ran haitani x gn!reader [separate]

warnings: not proofread as per usual, hurt/comfort, finally fluff, it’s not a tounacasserole piece without some cursing, lowercase, a lot of metaphors, a lot of hyphens, you comfort shin more than he does you lmao, kind of ooc

requested by: anon!

word count: 2.6k (yes. i got carried away)

notes: ask and you shall receive dear anon! sorry this took so long i got an angst idea when writing out shin’s part but i’ll spare y’all from that. for now >:) enjoy!

KAKUCHO

—watching the rise and fall of the stars in the endless sky was more boring without company.

—on warmer nights, you and kakucho would hop on over to your balcony to gaze at the sky’s rise and fall; the slow transition, dipping to nightfall and sunrise if he woke you up early enough before you both would get ready for the day.

—his presence was always comforting under the blanket of stars as he had you lean back on him with his arms hugged around you in silence, occasionally whispering sweet nothings in the breeze or leaving kisses on the top of your head.

—you never did it alone. until now, that is. the absence of your spouse’s presence near you, touching you—made it all the more colder when the midnight cold tickles your skin. it’s as if the winds know that today is a bad day.

—with a drawn out sigh, you push back from leaning against the railing, turn on your heel, and walk back into the warmth of the penthouse.

—he hasn't noticed you when you enter the living room silently. you’d giggle at the sight of him swaddled in a blanket like a burrito on the couch but the blue light tinting his sad features licks the urge away like flame on parchment.

—you don't know how it’s possible for him to look even more tired.

—“i thought i’d find you here,” you say quietly as you approach.

—he quickly clicks off his phone at your voice; a subtle statement that he’s listening to whatever you have to say with his undivided attention as he looks up at you.

—you sit down next to him, dipping your weight into the plush cushions in a tense silence unlike the comforting one you're both used to.

—you fiddle with your hands, building up any semblance of courage to say something.

—after a short while, you break the silence.

—“i’m sorry.”

—or rather, the both of you do. you stare at each other; the first time today you’ve both actually peered into the seas of your eyes without shame, without regret, without hostility—but with a childlike glow of puppy love when you said those two words in unison.

—laughter bubbles in your throat and kakucho follows suit, filling the dark room and cutting the tension in half.

—“you’re stressed, love; i should’ve been more considerate,” you reason first, laughter dying down.

—“i know… but that’s no excuse for me to be harsh to you.” he places a tender kiss on your forehead, silently looping an arm around you and pulling you into the blanket with him. it was soft, but not as soft as him as you sink into his blissful, warm touch.

—you missed him. even if it was only for a few hours, you yearned for his touch without him by your side. a fulfilling and now comfortable silence with the occasional passive cycle of breathing the only sound in the room.

—a content sigh leaves your lips as exhaustion makes its way through your body, making your eyelids droop and melt further into the comfort of your husband.

—“i love you, kaku. you know that, right?” you ask, voice muffled and worn out from the long hours without your other half near you.

—wordlessly, kakucho pulls you closer, enveloping you fully into his arms and yours wrapping around his torso as he pets your hair.

—you rest your chin on his chest and let out a few breaths of laughter at his flustered face, looking everywhere except your eyes in the dim room. leaning up, you gently kiss his scar, tracing the pattern with your thumb and he shivers at the contact. you grin up at him when his teary eyes meet yours, full of adoration.

—“i do,” he whispers. “i love you, too. so much.”

—you are the sun—shining bright like no other in his presence, and he is your moon—the aura of his quiet but loving person entranced with your radiance always making him glow brighter.

—and even if he wasn't by your side in a certain moment, you can always feel him lingering, peeking through the stars to meet you—his own star—and intertwine your fingers together in your galaxy.

—who needs to stargaze when you're both each other's stars already?

SHINICHIRO

—it’s quiet.

—and not the good kind, either.

—usually when you click open the front door after returning from a long day of work, you would have already been greeted with a forehead kiss from your husband who refused to hug you until he took a shower because he smelled like motor oil.

—usually when you walk towards the stairs you’d hear the casual conversations between shin’s two favourite coworkers—draken and seishu—as they close up shop, ready to retire for the day.

—usually, you’d wave and exchange a few words before heading upstairs.

—but the lights are out, there’s no banter, and there's not a wiff of familiar motor oil you’d smell because shinichiro isn't there to kiss you hello.

—instead, it’s more of the overbearing cigarette smell as you approach the hall leading to the ajar back door and your heart clenches.

—shinichiro always smokes more whenever he gets stressed. he’s tried to break that habit when you both married each other, but of course, old habits will always die hard. you’re proud of him for trying, though. you always have been. so to know that he’s resorted to his old habits, to know that you’re the reason he’s gone back…

—before you know it, you make hasty, quiet steps out the back door to bend down and wrap your arms around his figure sitting turned away from you.

—“i’m sorry,” you mumble, barely audible against the familiar scented fabric pressed against your face. the lingering smell of motor oil is still there, too.

—his form ceases trembling.

—“...[name]?”

—your only response is to squeeze him tighter. with that, he bursts into a sob and you feel his shoulders tremble in your grasp.

—“shin? baby, don't cry—”

—“i’m sorry too,” he blubbers as you slink around to sit behind him and hold his face in your hands. he continues to exclaim what you think are slurred-together apologies and professions of love which mixes into incoherent blabbering.

—oh, shin.

—“ifuckedupiknowi'msosorrybabeidon'twantyoutoleaveiloveyousosomuchand—”

—“shinichiro.”

—he chokes on his words and you take this opportunity to grasp his hands in your own.

—“who said i was going to leave?” you ask, rubbing gentle circles on his knuckles.

—shin bites his lip, looking down. “i dunno, i just thought… i’m…”

—you nod, encouraging him to continue when he trails off. he takes in a shaky breath.

—“i’m not the best husband,” he whispers. “so i thought you might be getting tired of me, being with me for so damn long. i can't believe we’ve stayed together for this long and… and married each other.”

—he doesn't meet your eyes still as the crickets continue their rhythmic chirping as you chew on your words to think of what to say.

—“stars dim all the time, but that doesn't make them any less beautiful.” you grin sweetly, squeezing his hands gently. “you’re my star, shinichiro sano. i wouldn't leave you for the world because you’re my universe. we’ll work it out. we always have. wouldn't have made it this far if we didn't.”

—the stars seem to glimmer in his eyes and yours too when he peers up. you both are cheesy, awkward, lovey-dovey messes under starglow, and you wouldn't have it any other way, hand in hand.

—you always looked so pretty under the starlight and fireflies in his eyes, even before he started to court you. you were always like a bright star—a dream in his eyes, and now his dream had come true; with you sitting next to him, sharing a quaint house, sharing two rings, sharing a tight bond that no one could untie. god, he loves you.

—and…

—oh. you’re blushing.

—wait, did he really say all of that out loud? ah. now he’s blushing too.

—it takes him back—both of you awkward, pubescent teenagers giggling and exchanging lovesick glances at each other, neither of you bold enough to make an initiative move.

—if shinichiro from the future had told his past self that he would marry you, he wouldn't have believed himself.

—he can't believe it either, really. even now. it’s been one crazy joyride, and he’s glad to have you by his side to swerve through it, potholes and all.

—a wave of exhaustion sweeps over him—one of many he had experienced throughout the tiring day—but this time it’s mixed with the warmth of your soul that makes him feel comforted and at ease. at home.

—home is a feeling, not just a place.

—shinichiro buries his face in the crook of your neck as you brush your fingers through his scalp, careful not to snag at his tousled and unbrushed hair.

—but home is also a place where you two feel loved in each other’s presence, no matter how ramshackle it is with nails sticking out of the exterior or uneven wall decor.

—the most exhilarating thing about life is the way one can mold it, like sand. no matter how much it crumbles to dust, you can build it back up to make it new, make it better, because life is always a learning experience for everyone.

—no matter how much it can wash away from the tide, reassembling the foundation is only a matter of pulling your weight into snapping the scattered pieces back together.

RAN

—you don't know where you’re running to, but you know your legs can't endure much more in your fleet. they burn with the feeling that only comes from overuse, along with the stinging tears that threaten to fall once again.

—but you know why you’re running away from the lingering conflict in your head.

—because running away is always the easiest option.

—somehow, subconsciously, your legs have carried you to a familiar sight that makes your heart ache. a stone bridge, hanging over a river that flowed through the city overlooking skylines in the distance. it isn't the most beautiful view, but sometimes the experience is better than the appearance.

—where did it all go wrong?

—ran’s huffing and puffing, legs aching to the point his knees are about to give out at any moment until he spots you. he knows you. he’s spent so much time in his life with you, so only he knows where you’d go after an encounter such as the catastrophic one you both just had.

—the bridge.

—he’d met you there as he was looking on past the moon leaning his elbows against the railing, deep in melancholic thought even when the rain soaked through his suit. he’d met you, who held out an umbrella and expressed concern for him with no ounce of fear, but rather concern. for him. he’d met you, who left your umbrella with him saying that you had a spare in your car telling him, a stranger, to keep it.

—he’d met you on your impromptu first date—same place, different time—all the familiar as he leaned forward on the stone railing while you cautiously took those same small steps as you approached to retrieve your umbrella he insisted on giving back after he (somehow) got ahold of your number.

—he’d met you, after years of dating when he suddenly told you to meet him at “the spot”, he took to calling it; your footsteps turning timid as you walked towards his handsome self who smiled brighter than sunshine when he heard the familiar clack of your shoes on the pavement.

—you, who looked at him dumbfounded when he pulled out the gleaning ring as ran haitani, the love of your life, asked you those four words with that rare and vulnerable lovestruck shyness. you, who realized the one thing ran haitani had always done for you.

—he’s always the one waiting for you.

—but who waits for him? you. you do. caring, patient you. you who stayed up past midnight before promptly passing out on the couch when ran had told you he was going to be out for longer that night. you, who always patched him up any time he had gotten an injury from his line of work with such carefulness. never hostility. you spared not an ounce.

—you, who hasn't left his side once despite him being a despicable man.

—and this time, it’s you who hears the hasty footsteps approaching.

—“[name].”

—you finally look him dead in the eyes which halt him in place, barely a metre away from where you stand.

—“do you love me, ran haitani?” you question immediately, adding more edge to your voice than you would have liked.

—you can hear him hesitate, digesting every thought and hearing the gears crank in his mind to conjure up a sincere passage to say to you. your hands grip tighter on the railings, growing impatient as the only sound you’re met with is the water flowing through the canal underneath.

—“i do!” he nearly shouts, making you jump a little at his abrupt tone. “i swear, a thousand times i do. a thousand and one and even more. and i can't deny that i… i fucked up. and i hurt you.”

—“yeah. yeah, you did,” you agree meekly.

—“that's one of my promises i made to you, my love: i swore i wouldn't hurt you.” he presses a hand over his heart. “but i want to make it up to you, to see your gorgeous smile i love, to give you the whole world and then some. and i’m… i’m going to do just that. to better myself. to better us.”

—you’re on the brink of crying again, but ran brushes them away as fast as they flow with swift sweeps of his thumb, hands caressing your face.

—you lean into him, face buried in his chest as he loops his arms around you. your voice is muffled by the familiar fabric of his shirt, but ran knows exactly what you're mumbling.

—“...promise?”

—he bites on his words for a bit in tense silence and your arms around him squeeze, holding a breath.

—“i can’t promise,” he starts, “but i will make it up to you, ‘n dedicate more of my time to you one way or another.”

—he pulls you away to prop his hands firmly on your shoulders and looks you square in the eye, any glint of lazy humour that could possibly be left over replaced with seriousness.

—“i won't make any promises until you forgive me. because i know they'll be empty until then, ‘n i don't want that. i don't want to hurt you even more than i already have, angel.”

—you sniffle then nod as warmth fills your chest in a newfound comfort at his touching words. “okay. i’ll wait for you, ran haitani.”

—a gentle smile from him molded of pure and utter adoration for you is enough for one to crawl up from the corners of your mouth. he taps your nose affectionately and watches you break into a grin.

—your husband gazes at you lovingly, basking in a serene, orange glow from the sunset dimming into the horizon with a smile that could outshine the fading rays. his heart pounds twice as fast against his ribcage as if it wasn't beating quick enough already accompanied by the fluttering in his stomach. he swears he’s falling in love with you all over again.

—god, he thinks, caressing the apples of your cheeks.

—you really are an angel.

—last part of ran’s dialogue and the promise stuff was inspired by @/fuyussi’s wakasa new years post :D

—i tried so fucking hard not to turn any of these angsty at the endings please be proud

—also should i make a taglist? would anyone be interested :o

#there's been like no mouth to mouth kisses #but who needs kisses when you have words of affection #finger guns #trivia time ran's part was supposed to include reader calling rindou but i scrapped that for the sake of length skfjd #a tuna made this #gone fishing (q.)#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #kakucho x reader #shinichiro x reader #ran x reader

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