Oh, What The Hell ( Megumi X Reader )

3 - Y/N POV - NSFW

You give Yuji a small smile as you quickly back away and make your way to the bathroom to collect yourself. You felt the heat creep across your face when you locked eyes with him. Your stomach was doing that flippy floppy thing it does when you see him. He didn't look happy to see you, in fact he looked pretty ticked when he looked at you. 'What did you think he'd be happy to see you?' you thought 'he broke up with you, why would he want to see you' You can feel the tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you make your way to Maki's hall bathroom.

You quickly step inside and go to shut the door behind you, when your met with resistance. Someone on the other side was pushing it back open. You see the black boot place itself between the door and the frame. A black Doc Martin. Your matching black Doc Martin. The door swings open as you back away. Your gaze sliding from the boot, up the long black jean cald leg. He followed you. Why did he follow you in here. You watch as his back turns to you as he shuts the door and you hear the click of the lock.

You feel like there is no air in your lungs as your heart beats so loud it feels like its trying to thump right out of your chest. "..Megumi.." you voice comes out a little louder then a whisper, and breathy. You watch as he slowly turns around, looking down at you. You can feel his eyes boring into you as he looks you up and down. You suddenly feel very self conscious as your hands fiddle with the bottom of your skirt. You meet his eyes, you can see the anger behind then. 'He's hates me that much' you thought to yourself. You feel the tears welling in your eyes as you break eye contact and look away. You try to blink them away but its to late they are spilling from your eyes.

"Did he hurt you?" you hear him ask in a low gruff voice. "What?" your head snapping back to look at him. He takes a step closer, his face set in a hard line looking at the tears sliding down your face. "Noritoshi. Did he hurt you?" He asks again. You can hear the anger behind his words. 'Is he for real' you think. Your anger building "What..No!" you snap at him. "No, he hasn't hurt me. Him and Momo helped pick up the pieces after you broke me!" He flinches as you raised your voice to him. "Are you two dating? Are you sleeping with him?" he asks lowly. Your anger threatening to boil over at this point, you take a step closer to him as you yell. "You have no right to ask that! You don't get to worry about who is in my bed" Your hand comes up to poke him in the chest "YOU, are the one that left! YOU are the one who made me feel like I wasn't enough! YOU are the one who decided they didn't love me anymore!"

He hand flys up to grab your wrist mid poke "Dont say that" he grits down at you. "Say what" you breath out. "What that, I'm not enough for you, or that you dont love me, or that were just not compatible" "ALL OF IT" he yells at you. "Don't be stupid" He looks deep in your eyes, so much emotion in his as confusion crosses your face. You didn't realize it till he moves but fresh tears are now streaming down your face. His free hand comes up to cup the side of your face, his thumb gently swipe's across your cheek, wiping the tears away. His touch leaving a tingling trail across your face, you close your eyes and instinctively lean into his hand. Letting out a sign and breathing in his scent. Its the same as you remember. A mix of clean linen and earthy tones. You open your eyes and look up to meet his. You notice the rise and fall of his hard chest under his shirt matches yours. Deep breaths in and out.

His eyes flash with something dark. You lean in closer to him. You can see the sadness behind the need in his eyes. "Gum-" You start to say his nickname, but he cuts you off "Women don't call me that, I don't thing I can control myself" he rasps out as he closes his eyes, the grip on your wrist getting a little tighter. You look at his hand wrapped around you wrist. Images of the last time he had your wrists in his big hands flash through your head. Of him moving above you, your arms pinned above your head by his hand, his other hand on your hip, your legs were wrapped around his waist as he moaned your name into your neck.