Naegami Oneshots [ABANDONED]

Before You Go Too Far

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ᴄᴀᴛᴇɢᴏʀʏ: ᴀɴɢsᴛ

ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, sᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ, sᴇʟғ ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ɪɴᴛʀᴜsɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs

ᴀᴜ: ɴᴏɴ-ᴅᴇsᴘᴀɪʀ

ᴀʀᴛ: ???

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Makoto POV:

"Byakuya, please. You can't keep doing this."

"I said it's fine Makoto. God, can't you just leave me be?"

"Why, so you can work yourself so hard that you pass out at your desk again?"

"Don't even start. I can't deal with your dramatics right now. "

Great. Another fight. We've been doing that a lot lately. Usually over something petty, like laundry or a simple misunderstanding. Those get resolved pretty quickly, with one of us apologizing almost immediately and making up within five minutes. This time, however, it doesn't seem to be going that way. My boyfriend Byakuya has been working himself crazy the past few days, and it's starting to take a toll on his attitude. He's been super stressed, causing him to get easily irritated and snappy. He usually overworks himself when there's something else bothering him, but I can't for the life of me figure out what's going on. He insists that he's fine and that's he's just got a lot to catch up on, but this is far beyond the usual workload. It's getting so bad that I haven't seen him properly eat in two days. I'm worried. He's not taking care of himself and he's going to end up seriously hurting himself if he doesn't stop soon. I've tried my hardest to pull him away, but to no avail. Today, I guess he's had enough of my interruptions and snapped. And now, here we are, fighting again.

"Well I'm sorry I'm such an inconvenience. "

Byakuya sighs and I can practically hear him rolling his eyes. "Seriously? Makoto, I don't have time for this-"

"OF COURSE YOU DON'T! YOU NEVER DO!"

"Don't raise your fucking voice at me." He growls, finally rising from his desk chair to turn and face me.

"Don't tell me what to do! I'm mad at you right now!"

"I think you've made that rather obvious." He scoffs, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and middle finger. "I don't need you clinging to me like a lovesick puppy all day and night Makoto. Unlike you, I have important matters that require my attention."

"Oh, so now my work isn't important?"

His eyes widen in mild panic. "Shit. Makoto that's not what I meant I-"

"Oh no, I think it's exactly what you meant." I seethe. Tears start to form as I grind my teeth together. I'm absolutely fuming. "Well you're right. Maybe I don't have a big fancy job." I sneer, mockingly waving my hands in front of me. "But I do have the common sense to know when enough is enough. You're just so fucking... stupid! You've been working too hard for too long and you're too dense to even see how dangerous it is. God Byakuya it's like you don't even care about your health anymore! You haven't eaten in days, and hell, you sleep with your desk more than me! So please, forgive me for giving a flying fuck about you." He tries to say something, but I cut him off. "Save it. I can't be in the same room as you right now." I turn and walk towards the door, stopping to look at him one more time as I reach for the handle. "I'm going to my sister's. I'll be back after I've cooled off."

And with that, I slam the door in his face. I stomp down hall, making my way to the garage. Even considering how angry I am, something in my head is still telling me to turn back. To run back into that office and kiss his stupid tired face until I pass out. I shake away the thought as I slide into the drivers seat of my car, slamming the door behind me. I just need to be away from him for a while. Once I've calmed down, I'll be able to think about this rationally. Finally alone, I let the tears that had earlier threatened to spill fall, completely unaware of the mess I was leaving behind.