𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗶𝗮 pjsk

𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝘁 s.akito

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(not proofread)

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀

➜ aged up au, drunk akito, swearing, ceramic injury, blood, fmreader

angst with comfort

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁

akito is becoming more ignorant lately and youre not sure how much voicemail conversations you can have.

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𝘄𝗲𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗱𝗮𝘆

10.20

11.59

𝘁𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗱𝗮𝘆

1.36

3.01

you grunt frustratingly at the familiar silence wafting throughout each hallway.
this was not the first time akito had came home so late, infact, it has been stringing in a continuous pattern along the past few weeks.
tears start to bulge up in your puffy eyes.
just as you start to drift off, the traveling sound of the twisting lock starts to click before the increasing noise of heavy footsteps creep closer to your shared bedroom door.
as soon as the door creaks open, the luminosity from your window peeking out into the dark hallway, you snap.
you snap, releasing all your frustration, worries and aggression onto your drunken boyfriend.
soon, lashing words are thrown at each other, slurring sentences creaking out of akitos mouth, rusted from the putrid scent of alcohol you ever so clearly told him to stop drinking.
"you dn' getta tell me what to do." akito grumbled out.
"its becoming an unhealthy habit that you keep coming home this late at night!" you cry. you wanted to break down infront of akito but you knew he wouldnt care, like every other late drunken night he had.
"i dont want to keep talking to your voicemail box, youre barely even home anymore and we dont even talk at all sometimes." you sob.
"fucks sake should i care!" grunts akito, clenching onto his swollen fists.
"fuck what, im done with this", akito stomps outside, you following behind.
"what do you mean love?" you tremble. tears begin stream down your eyes.
"im leaving, we're done." he growls, ripping the keys out your 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝘁, a small ceramic you shared.
"we can work this out though. 'kito, please..." you whisper, your tone shaking.
"stop being such a clingy bitch and maybe someone can soon tolerate you." akito hisses before slamming the door shut, that familiar silence drifting around your house again.

𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗮𝘆

2 days since that arguement.

you havent slugged out of you bed at all, puffy red eyebags, wet lashes, you know that even after all that, you still loved him, but it was inevitable, he decided to walk right out of your life right and there.
roughly packed boxes of his belongings sat outside of your bedroom door, your 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝘁 carefully rested on top.
you clench the edge of the mattress, tears rolling down the bed, you close your wet eyes.

𝘀𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗮𝘆

you wake up, weak and dizzy, lifting yourself for a glass of water.
only that, you cant get out.
2 pairs of long, warm arms gently wrapped around your waist could only be one person.
akito.
"you awake love?" he mumbles, rubbing his eyes into the back of your neck, you rip away from his grasp.
you stand there, infront of your bed, infront of akito without saying a word.
suddenly you break down into a river of tears, your wrists soaking up all your tears you coursed out.
akito sits there, watching you as more tears trickle down your cheeks as then he realises your unwell state.
"have you been eating...at all?" he stammers.
your empty reply is when he realised what he had done.
his slurring apologies are cut off by you slowly heaving yourself out of your room into the kitchen as akito followed behind.
"love, please listen to me." akito begged, small droplets of tears twinkling down his face as you ignored his pleads.
sluggishly dragging a mug out of the cupboard, the mug sinks down your frail hands into the floor, sharp shards plunging at your feet.
a pool of blood encases your foot as akito hurried, bringing back a small bandage.
giving in into his affections, you pull out a chair as he carefully bandaged your wounded foot.
"please, can we talk?" he sobs softly as he gently pressed against the bandaid.
"what is there to talk about?" you tremble.
"i was drunk, i was stupid, i should have listened to you." akito grunts.
"all these apologies are the same!" you scream, digging your nails into the wooden corners of the chair.
"ive heard all these apologies before and you still keep repeating the same mistake." you cry, those familiar tears trinkling back down your swollen cheeks again.
"i know, i know baby." he stutters. "even after all these years, im still bad at this relationship stuff."
he softly grazes your hand, "but ill try, ill keep improving, just for you love."
you sit there, dazed. you still loved him but you didnt want these drunken breakups anymore.
"please, ill try my best, i always do for you." he whispers, shakily.
you wipe your dewy eyes before sitting yourself up and limping back to your bedroom.
beofre letting himself in, akito notices the small ceramic sitting on top of the roughly stacked boxes. he carries it and his keys to the entrance and into the small side table, before dropping his keys into the 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝘁 and dragging his arms around you, as you place your hands on top of his.

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𝗮𝗻

first oneshot! i really suck at angst so i hope this was at least tolerable... anyway very unhealthy akito brainrot.

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