Can love be green? (Yonji x Reader)

How dare they?

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Here is a little helper:
✏︎(y/n)=your name
✏︎(l/n)=your last name
✏︎(h/l)=hair length
✏︎(h/c)=hair color
✏︎(e/c)=eye color
✏︎(b/n)=brother name
✏︎(f/n)=first sister name
✏︎(s/n)=second sister name

The words in italics represent thoughts.
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You slowly and comfortably sank into your designed chair ; the one right next to your husband's. Both chairs the same green.

"Hello, stranger!"

You didn't bother to answer Niji with words but only with a little smirk.

Looking at all the Vinsmoke, you gulped. You were seized with sudden stress. Your urge of earning the spotlight tonight was nonexistent. You wanted to disappear, not say a word and let Yonji deal with this awkward situation all alone. Speaking of the devil, you glanced towards him. He sat legs wide open under the table and his elbows resting on the armchairs loudly exchanging with his brothers. He seemed confident and that relieved you to say the least.

Silence only came when the time to eat had come. A heavy suffocating unbearable silence. You ate as some exchanges were made here and there. You tried to defer the announcement the later as possible. However, such a scheme cannot last forever.

Your husband made it take an abrupt end. He called out to Ichiji when he noticed he was getting up. "Hold on a minute, please."

The concerned man froze on the spot as he frowned. "Why that?"

"There is an important matter we all must discuss," he explained as he uselessly insisted on the important. Quietly but surely, Ichiji installed himself again. All eyes were on him.

He looked at you. You looked away. "I...am expecting."

Not a second passed by between the announcement and the reaction of the patriarch.
"You both are finally accomplishing your duty."

You felt a certain hostility in the atmosphere. "Is that all you have to say?" you heard a familiar voice mutter angrily. You glanced to your side ; Yonji was clenching his teeth as he was looking down, staring at his tight fist in which hung a twisted fork. He was assuredly upset. The great expectations and the silent yet imposant pressure of Judge Vinsmoke even managed to make one of his "perfect" sons snap. Garuda had attacked both of you through his remark but seeing Yonji in this state made you overlook your own anger. You shared the same feeling of exhaustion.

He quickly got himself back together by pride or honour.

"Let go of the fork" you whispered.

He looked down at his hand. He observed the destroyed utensil for a minute before putting it done. His black orbs met your (e/c). "Sorry."

"Don't..."

You were shaken. He had never shown such vulnerability, emotivity before. What might have triggered that within him? You thought back on your discussion with Reiju. He never caused me any harm whatsoever until now. I am no daydreamer Reiju, I can't afford myself to hope he will help me. It will only hurt me. Perhaps... Your head screamed you couldn't afford to hope but your heart said the total opposite. What else did you have left if it wasn't hoping for the best outcome? What else could you hang on to? Nothing. The warrior you used to be was long gone by now. The White Swan was long gone. (Y/n) (l/n) had lost most of her might.