this wont take place in the canon universe, and im probably getting his personality wrong but gods this man is so fine even though i wrote him as such an awful person im sorry
(hes literally made for angst)
angst. mentions of blood, depression, and cheating
His hands barely drifted over your skin but was enough to ignite every possible emotion at once. The regret. The pain. The memories of everything you two had. It was too much to bear. Seeing his features once more, his lips so dangerously close to yours as he held you close to his warm body, the scent of his cologne tingling your nose as you tried to push him away. The tears overflowed and slipped down your cheeks, down your chin, and onto his forearms.
"Baby," he tried to explain, his voice shaky as was yours. You screamed, shouting at him to leave as you held the broken picture of you in your bloodied hand. Glass covered the ground below you as the two of you screamed, with Geto trying to comfort you. Everything you had worked so hard for. Everything just went out of the window. You had built so much together and he still had the audacity to just go out with another girl? Without you knowing, when he had went months without buying you flowers, or buying or taking you out anywhere - he had spent his money on another woman?
You flinched as you awoke. The rest of the mattress beside you was cold, empty. Memories of warmth spreading throughout your body, but you could no longer feel it. You felt cold.
Slipping your slippers on and walking to the bathroom, you brushed your teeth and fixed your hair to appear less.. Messy. Your eyebags were heavy, and the few remaining pieces of him that lingered in your bathroom remained in a black garbage bag, packed to the brim. You rubbed your eyes, splashing your face with warm water, before you exited the bathroom and made your way back to your, once previously shared, room.
You threw on a hoodie. You were too tired for anything else, throwing on some underwear before stepping out of your room and heading to the kitchen. A knock abruptly came to your door.
You opened it, Suguru's car sitting just right outside, and you could see her. The woman who ruined everything. He sucked in some air through his teeth, hands awkwardly stuck in his sweatpants pockets. The ones you had bought him. "Hey," he started, "just came for the rest of my clothes." He muttered. He knew he should've waited, but he just wanted to see you one last time, even if it was for the last time. He looked into your home, finding the pictures you had once had hung up to be gone. All of the cups he had bought in the trash, and everything he had once gave you as a gift now missing.
You nodded, and for a moment he could just see every single piece of your heart that had broken off in your features. "Come in." You muttered, offering him to sit on the couch as he closed the door behind him. You grabbed his bag from the upstairs bathroom and dragged it down the steps, setting it beside of his leg. "Everything okay with you?" He dared to utter into the stiff air, watching as you glared at him.
"I don't know, Geto, take a look around the room." You hissed, brows furrowed as you scrunched your nose up into utter disgust that he'd even ask that question.
It was so late. It was 12:05 as the movie that previously played was now simply background noise, his hands cupping your cheeks as he pressed a loving kiss to your forehead. "Hey, hey," he muttered, and his voice was so sweet and loving - it sounded like he genuinely cared, but only for a moment. He wiped away the tears that had formed as you had slept, sniffling as you only sobbed into his warm hands, "everything okay with you? Do you need something? Do you need me to get you anything?" He hushed, your head shaking as you held onto him.
"Just be here with me," you began, and as he chuckled and smiled, he nodded. "I promise. I'll always be here."
What a fucking joke. You sighed as you walked into the kitchen, grabbing onto any tea you could and began to make it. "Do you want any?" You spoke tiredly as he stood against the frame of the entrance to the kitchen, arms crossed. His brows furrowed, as he sighed. "Sure." He hummed as you, after a few moments of silence, poured his tea into his respective cup that you had found, stashed away in the back of the cupboard. He sipped, and smiled. "You still have my favourite tea?" He inquired, and you frowned. "I forgot to throw it out along with the rest of your shit."
He gave a little nod, and the woman waiting in his car must've been impatient, waiting for her "lover" to get back. Once he finished his tea, he put his cup in the sink and sighed before you once again began speaking. "You ought to be going now." You hummed, "I'm sure you wouldn't want to keep your girlfriend waiting."
"Baby--" he had uttered into cold air, watching as you glared at him. "Don't you dare ever utter that fucking petname again towards me. You fucking disgust me and I'm starting to regret the decision of letting you into my fucking house, Suguru, so get the fuck out."
He stared, for a long hard second, and looked away. "Okay." With that, he stood, and solemnly looked back at you. He yearned for your touch, for your lips once more, but found none of that as he exited the house with a deep frown rooted on his lips and his clothes in his bag. Popping his trunk, he settled the bag in and grabbed the last remaining photo of you two from a photobooth you two had visited, smiles on both of your faces. You looked happy.
The car ride home with his "lover" was quiet.
Quiet wasn't good enough anymore. He missed your laugh.
