as we walk ; geto suguru

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content warnings: description of rising anxiety attack

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A slam of the door startles you awake and you groggily sit up in your bed. It's the third nap you've taken today and you're still exhausted despite doing nothing but lounge around and sit on the sofa you and your husband shared together

"Shigemo?" you mumble, rubbing your eyes to leak the sleep out of them while shuffling to the kitchen-living room with your slippers.

There's a scuffle that could be heard from the hallway and you can hear what seems to be light smacking and groaning. Clothes are being ruffled against each other making a louder sound than you anticipated. Breaths and gasps are spilled out and you can hear a subtle, feminine moan.

Your fingers hook themselves at the corner of the wall and you curiously peek out, only for you to nearly collapse at the sight of what was happening in your living room and regretting your decision immediately.

There, on the sofa, was a strange and unknown woman who was half naked on top of your husband and their heads seemed to be too close for your liking. His hands that usually would caress your sides lovingly were on her thin waist, which was different compared to your inflated one thanks to the pregnancy. The wedding ring on his ring finger eerily sparkles at you even in the dark evening.

You can't find it in your heart to move and stop their sexual exchange. The woman is unbuttoning your husband's dress shirt as he pulls down on her skirt that just grazed her mid-thigh and you can see her matching pink lingerie set. Kisses and neck sucking are exchanged between the two, with the woman leaning down to plant soft kisses on your husband's neck.

His fingers weave through her hair to let her in closer but in the process lets you in his field of vision. Shigemo is quick to push her off at the sight of a tear-filled you standing timidly near the hallway.

The shirt that belonged to him is beginning to drench with tears and he stands up to try and reach out to you, your name and various pet names that he would murmur into your ear lovingly falling from his lips with desperateness.

"Why...?" you mumble, stepping back from his outstretched hand that contained the wedding band. "Why?"

The look you give him is shattering. There wasn't anger or frustration, just pure heartbreak.

"(Y/N), sweetheart, I can explain—"

"What's there to explain, Haruta?" you ask shakily, tears beginning to fail you.

"Shigemo-kun?" the woman is peering out and looking at the two of you. "Oh, are you together? Why didn't you tell m—"

"Get out." Shigemo hisses at her from over his shoulder.

The woman raises her hands in surrender and quickly leaves after redressing. You're hiccuping and quietly sobbing at this point and Shigemo takes your shoulders in his hand to force you to look at him.

"Get off," you murmur, squirming.

"(Y/N), wait, just let me—"

"Get off!" you yell, pushing his hands off your shoulders.

Shigemo calls out to you again but you're whisking off to the coat closet to get a jacket. He stops you and begs for you to hear him out with evident distress in his voice. The alcohol's scent is pungent on his breath and clothes and you come to a conclusion as to what happened during his "quick outing with the guys."

You grab your keys and stuff them into your pocket and the door handle is just in an arm's reach until Shigemo guards it with his body, pleading.