-Akashi
You sniffed, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. You turned your phone off, not wanting to read or even look at the hate messages spamming your inbox. When you started writing, you never predicted any of this happening. You only wanted to entertain your readers. What did you do wrong to gather haters?
“(F/N).” a calm voice called out to you and warm arms surrounded you. “What upsets you?”
“S-Sei!” you gasped. “W-welcome back!”
“Don’t try to distract me, (F/N). Now tell me who makes you cry.” Lifting a hand, Akashi gently wiped your tears with his thumb, caressing your cheeks gently.
“I-It’s nothing, really… It’s just… some hate messages on Wattpad. I-I know that I shouldn’t let them get to my head b-but they just… hurt.” When you saw how Akashi’s heterochromatic eyes darkened, you knew you shouldn’t have said anything.
“Hand me your phone.” He held out a hand.
“H-huh?”
“Phone, (F/N).”
From how rigid he was standing behind you, you decided not to disobey him. Fishing out your phone from your pocket, you put it on top of his open palm.
He released you. Akashi turned on your phone and began checking on your Wattpad account. You thought you hear a crack coming from the phone when he read the hate messages.
After a while, Akashi put your phone in his shirt pocket, smiling gently at you. “Don’t worry, (F/N). I will take care of this for you.” he patted your head tenderly. “I promise I’m going to get your precious smile back.”
“S-Sei…” you heart warmed.
That’s when his gentle persona turned sinister. His lips pulled back into a sadistic smirk and his eyes glinted. “I’ll ask my men to locate the owners of these accounts. I will make sure they are paid dearly for hurting my empress.”
-Aomine
You sniffed, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. You turned your phone off, not wanting to read or even look at the hate messages spamming your inbox. When you started writing, you never predicted any of this happening. You only wanted to entertain your readers. What did you do wrong to gather haters?
“Oi, (F/N), what’re we having for dinner?” Aomine asked loudly, barging into your bedroom. You jumped in surprise. Not wanting him to see you cry, you buried your face into a pillow. “What the hell are you doing?”
You shook your head. “Wah!” the pillow was forced away from you. Aomine towered over you. His eyes widened when he noticed your watery eyes and tear stains down your cheeks.
“W-what? Why’re you crying?”
You sniffled. “I-it’s nothing. I’ve just been receiving a lot of hate messages lately. Their words just hurt is all.” You didn’t want to appear weak in front of someone as strong as Aomine but you began tearing up again when you mentioned the hate messages.
Aomine looked away uncomfortably. “Goddammit, you’re such a girl.” He gathered you into his arms. His arms were tight around you. You slapped his shoulder. “This hater… you know who it is?”
“U-um… I have a suspicion but I-I don’t know.”
“Heh… who?”
“I think i-it’s (H/N).” you mumbled. “I mean, it’s just a feeling of mine but many other are suspicious of (H/N) too.”
