JJK Oneshots| K. Nanami

my pain in the ass

Y'all see how fucking fine he is DAMN

3rd Person

The yelling could be heard throughout the entire floor of the apartment building. The quiet couple that never fought were now gone. The fighting had begun about an hour ago. Why they are fighting, no one knows. Something about money, which makes no sense because they both have well-paying jobs. Right as the woman was picking up a knife there was a knock on the door.

Y/N POV

"Shut the fuck up while I answer the damn door," I say as I glare at my fucking stupid husband. The nerve of that man. How dare he tell me I'm spending too much money. I make my own damn money. Hell I just wanted to do something for him, but noooo trying to be nice to his slow ass I end up in a damn argument. And who the fuck even knocks on someone's door while they are in an argument.

"Yes, who is it"

"Hi, sorry to bother you but I thought you might be distressed"

This nosy bitch. I should stab her ass, then she'll learn to mind her own damn business. Then as if he could read my damn thoughts Kento came and pried the knife from my hand and threw it on the couch. Then tried to hold my hand. Annoyed but grateful he stopped me from committing murder I let him.

"No we're fine it was just a misunderstanding." He speaks right before me.

"Oh okay, well I'll be on my way. Have a blessed day.

And with that, we shut the door.

" Who the fuck told you to take and throw my knife?"

"You would have gone to prison on the account of second-degree murder you crazy bitch."

"Okay, and?"

"You are a different type of pain in the ass"

"Yeah and I could say the same about your ugly ass"

"Whatever woman."

Whatever woman my ass, I'll show him.
Picking up the knife again I follow him into our room.

"If I turn around and see what I think your crazy ass has you will regret it. I'll give you until a count of five, you have five seconds to turn your crazy ass around and take that damn knife into the kitchen."

Shit, was I about to do that.

"1"

Oh shit oh fuck

"2"

Damn, I hate this nigga, he not even a damn nigga.

"3"

Finally giving up I run the knife to the kitchen replacing it with an apple. I reach the bedroom with my hand behind my back to see him sitting on the bed.

"What's in your hand?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Show me what's in your fucking hand"

"I mean if you say so" and with that throw the apple at his head and rub to the laundry room and lock the door as fast as I can.