Reasons to Love Kuki Urie

The Third Reason (part 1)

      He's harsh and soft at the same time.

In the midst of a busy kitchen counter, littered with paper works and assortment of pens and folders, sat you fiancé. His fringe covering his eyes, mouth yet again pressed into a hard line. He was dead serious.

Sighing, with a cup of coffee in hand. You approached the slouched, purple haired boy.

"Uh... Hey Urie?" you said as you stood in front of him, across the table.

"What?" he sternly said.

"I heard from Sasaki that..."

"What?" he sternly said.

"I heard from Sasaki that you wanted to, you know... go under another operation and all and.."

"fuck." You heard him mumble.

"I mean... Urie, I think, you shouldn't—" you started to speak.

"[y/n], can we please not talk about this?" irritation traced among the vocals of him.

"Urie, I don't want to loose you... you're all I have... I cant afford for you to risk yourself for the consequences... Urie... please I—" you struggled upon your words.

"I want this [y/n]! I need to be improved... I need to get better!" he slighltly raised his voice.

"But Urie... I know it's you dream to be promoted, and all, but, don't you think you should be contented, think about the possibilities... we could live peacefully... we can—"

"Do you even hear yourself [y/n] ?! Look at you. You're still a Rank 3 investigator. And yet we started off the same year. Why? If you failed. Do not drag me down with you. Get out of my way. Got that?" his voice now having traces of anger.

Heart breaking and hands trembling from his words, you swallowed a lump formed in your throat. Letting out a fake smile and placed the cup of coffee beside his arm.

"O-o-oh, O-okay, uhm, here, it will help keep you up. G-good night, Urie." You quietly said as you head for bed.