a mutually arranged attachment. [yoriichi tsugikini x reader]

『♡』 chapter twelve: breakdown

warning(s). mentions of nudity, sexual themes

word count. 4.7k

categories. f/m

relationships. modern college student au! yoriichi tsugikuni x f!reader

characters. yoriichi tsugikuni, koshi (oc)

author's note. ahahahah hellooooo,,,,,,,,,,,,,, long time no see avid readers and new readers who have caught up to this part, this chapter is pretty short but thats because im getting yall ready for something big! so i needed to make things extra cliffhangy anyways i hope you like this new installment lol hopefully me copying and pasting this from google docs doesnt cut off any parts of the story cuz if it does i will cry ;;-;;

p.s i am sorry if i havent replied to ur commentary on here i hardly ever get on but i promise to be more interactive!!!

"I need to talk to you and [name] about something..."

Yoriichi was silent for a moment trying to formulate his thoughts into words and rightfully so. It was a heartstopping sentence all on its own.

"Sure, Uncle. What's up?" Not a single quiver in his voice.

"In person."

Yoriichi glanced over you and a wave of calm and solemnity washed over his perfect visage. You could tell that his mind instantly went to a far away place. He had to completely separate himself from the moment and go total business mode? You really couldn't place his mien. It was odd. It's like you had seen it before, but not exactly. It was another form of his many blank faced looks, but it meant business.

"When and what time?"

"Any time you two can."

"How does this weekend sound? The usual time?"

"Perfect, see you then."

And with that the phone hung up and he placed his phone on the nightstand beside him. He leaned back against the headboard and you felt your anxiety starting to surge.

"Are you alright?" He asked, as he reached out to caress your cheek.

You put your hand over his own. "Are you alright?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

His maroon eyes were fixated on you, but something about him was off.

"Because you don't seem like yourself."

His eyes cast down for a moment before he glanced back up at you. "I don't really feel like myself, right now."

You squeezed his hand in yours and brought it to your lips to kiss the skin of his hand. His expression softened at your gesture and he tugged at you so that you collapsed against his chest. His arms tightened around your figure and you snuggled into the crook of his neck inhaling his scent.

"I don't know how to face him." His voice was hushed as you played with the strands of his dark hair.

"I'll be with you. Always." You murmured back.

"Promise?" His voice cracked.

Cracked in more than just the literal sense of his voice. Cracked under the pressure of transitioning into the head of his family, the heir of his mafia and coping with his mother's infidelity. Your heart shattered for him.

"I promise." You stuck out your pinky to him and a small smile found its way on his visage.

He interlocked them together and you stamped your thumbs together to solidify your promise. A sharp exhale escaped his nose as he leaned against your forehead.