𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ❥︎𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒌𝒂

Ch. 49***| liar .2

|"Open the door, I want to see your fucking face as you lie to me."|

(nsfw.)

akari's pov

She glared up at Hisoka, nails digging into the door.

"Say that again." A confused look passed over Hisoka's face while the girl stared daggers at him. 

"Wh-" 

"Say it again! Say you're "sorry". That you "didn't mean what you said." The hiss came straight from her chest and a resounding growl followed it.

"I mean it, Akari~" Hisoka breathed through his nose, hand stretched out to rest on her shoulder.

Weighing the options, she glanced at his hand touching her, then at the softness his face was projecting. Did it look like he was genuinely sorry for what he'd done? Yes. But did that mean she believe him? No.

But- But was she going to play along, for now, that is-? Absolutely. Only to see how much she could get out of this false "sympathy act" he was playing. So she allowed the hand to stay put on her shoulder, gold gaze slowly becoming warmer as a half-smile filled her face.

"Do you really mean it?" Hisoka nodded quickly in answer, grip slowly tightening as he pushed her back into her room and in result he filled the space in her doorway, entering her room.

'OK, OK, now he's in my room. Kick him out. Kick him out. Use Whisper!'

Silencing the voices echoing in her head, Akari allowed the back of her knees to hit her bed, falling weightlessly onto the mattress. The man crouched at the end of the bed, knees almost touching the floor as he became eye level with her.

"I don't want you to hate me, darling-" Taking a short breath and watching her carefully, he continued. "I'd never want that~"

Akari hummed quietly, threading her fingers through his hair...he didn't seem to notice the way her eyes glinted when he looked anywhere but her face.

"And I can hold you to this, then?"

Hisoka's gaze immediately found hers and with a soft tap to her thigh, "What?~"

"Will you really not leave me again-?" It was hesitant, he could tell, the way her grip tightened on his hair, and she watched his lips curl into a small frown.

Through golden eyes, Hisoka's gaze raced across her face. There were tears still lingering on her puffy cheeks, she'd been crying. Over him.

He leaned forward, resting his head on her knee while peering up at her through his eyelashes. It was a miracle she hadn't attacked him yet.

-

The patience she had. Oh the patience.

Had it been anyone else, at any other time-they would be dead or close to it. But this was different. Why was it different? Her head was screaming, and maybe she didn't have the answer at the moment.

It was quiet again, a thoughtful Akari with an impatient man at her feet.

She didn't believe his shit, how could she. But the pressure in her stomach hadn't let up and there was no way in hell she was walking away without having one last time with this man.

'I'll help find my boss-go back to my apartment far away from here. I'll be free from this but still keep in contact with Pak-Machi.'

The bitter loss of a friend still lingered and it followed her, Hisoka's thumb rubbing circles into her thigh did nothing.