𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗦 ☺︎

𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 ✾

You shook your head furiously, this dumb fucker he was going to be the death of you one day. One minute he leaves to go to work doesn't come back for weeks on end then just shows up, either completely healthy....or busted as hell.
It pissed you off how he would leave with a smile then come back with a frown. You loved him so much but whatever he's been doing....whatever things he's involved in it was starting to scare you.

"Ow y/n gentle!" You blinked out of your trance and looked towards your lover. He was sitting there he's brown hair messier than usual, multiple tiny cuts on his face and one deep cut on the corner of his lip. You glared at the injuries and brought your hands and rag away from his chapped lips.

You stared at the ground. How? How could he keep doing this? Coming home beaten up and still not tell you?

"Makoto.." you said gently, " What's been going on with you?" The male's face reddened at his cheeks as you raised your tired eyes and stared right into his brown ones.

"What's been going on at work? You've been getting every few times you leave to go to that place. I want to know please."

He didn't have an answer to your questions. The mission wasn't supposed to go this way. They fucked up, it was a minor problem before but it seemed to have gotten disastrous after they got gotten the money. He was lucky his injuries weren't as bad as the others.

Makoto shrugged.

You huffed hastily and clenched your fists, " I can't keep doing this." You whisper-yelled. "You have to tell me what's going on. I can't keep-." You stopped. You watched as Makoto shook a little, his head now faced down at his lap. His shoulders shook a little and you could hear tiny choked sobs coming from him. At that moment all of your anger melted little by little.

Your calloused hands gently cupped his soft cheeks and lifted his face towards yours. Your eyes filled with regret and sorrow. You didn't want to make him sad nor did you ever want to make him cry.

"Please, " He choked up a little, " I can't tell you...I'm doing this for you." Your eyebrows knitted together and you began to stroke under his eyes where a large bruise was.

"I.....but you can't keep getting hurt like this. It's got me so anxious I'm constantly wondering if your hurt or bleeding or lying in a ditch with a bag over your head!" You clenched the bloodied rag harder as if your life depended on it.

".....is this job really that important that you end up getting hurt in the process?" Makoto's tears fell from his eyes and down into his cuts. It burned.

He stared at you in shock. You were right....everything you had said was right but what about everyone else? They're his family he had met them long before you and they were there for him. They took him in and offered him a job, they ate together, fought together, and even laughed together. They meant so much to him.

But you didn't know that. He swallowed thickly, no you didn't know that. He had kept all of it from you to keep you safe. He didn't want anyone Laurent or Abbie pissed off to come after you. He couldn't live with himself if he knew you had gotten hurt because of them or him. So he kept quiet but at what cost.

He observed your features, you were so lovely to him.

Makoto sighed and wiped the tears from his eyes and face, you watching his every move expectingly. He took your cold hands into his also cold ones and rubbed them together, he didn't know what he was doing. Maybe a sad attempt to reassure you everything was fine. But it wasn't fine not at all.