Yes, Mr.Fushiguro

prologue

"is that all I am to you? A FUCKING JOKE!"

y/n screamed at the man standing in front of her.
he doesn't say anything, he hangs his head down. refusing to make eye contact with the beautiful girl who cries in front of him.

"SPEAK YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE"

she screams, now with her balled-up fists crashing against the tall broad man's chest.
it doesn't hurt, even when the girl puts all her force into each pound. she's crying and sniffing.

this doesn't compare to the pain she must be feeling, all caused by one thing.
no. just one person.

the man.

the man still doesn't move an inch, he allows the broken-hearted girl to scream and call him names.
with each pound a
"I fucking hate you"
escapes her lips, louder and more broken up each time. she was lying- hell they both knew it was a lie.

she couldn't hate this mysterious man whom she'd only known for 8 months- a man who knew her body inside out. her mind her thoughts. everything about her consumed the silent man.

the tall man wanted to speak, hell he wished the words would flow out like vomit.
he wished his feelings for the young girl would spill out from his body. he wished that your eyes could find him and allow him to exploit those feelings he tried so hard to push down.

but nothing.
not a word, not a sound
barely any breaths.

"I can't believe you"
she speaks softly giving up her punches and falling into the man's chest.

sobbing. the young woman breaks down.
tears falling heavy and choppy breath.
all the man could do was listen and without thinking he wrapped his arms around her small figure.

"DON'T YOU DARE"
with that she pushes the quiet man away, surprising him. A frown appears on his face. the woman notices and stops crying for a second.

he has some emotions after all huh
she thinks to herself.
she takes in his features his eyes are like glass, tears slowly forming at the corners. he's fighting back.

"i- i "
he stutters.

but she doesn't care, it's not fair she thought.
that everything he had done.
was a joke.
that all the times he spent in your bed.
inside you.
beside you.
working with you.

all of it was a stupid fucking joke to him.
the sadness is quickly turned to anger.

"How could I be so stupid"
she says, folding her arms across her bust.
her whole demeanor changed.
a laugh escapes. The man watches as she just stands there laughing.

louder
and
louder.

"stop"
he says, staring at the girl who's laughing hysterically but still crying.

he begged with that stop- he never begs he's not like that but for you, he wants to submit he wants to grab you right now and kiss you till he physically can't anymore. he wants to take you home, take care of you. and be with you. but it's not the time.