All Mine

Old Habits Die Hard

A few months had passed since the fall of the Kuroda Syndicate. Life had started to settle into a new kind of normal for Yakimano and Y/N. They had rebuilt their home and were slowly restoring their sense of peace and security.

One sunny afternoon, Y/N decided to treat herself. She planned a day out with her friends, wanting to enjoy the freedom they had fought so hard to protect. She dressed in a new, elegant dress—a bit more revealing than usual, but she felt confident and beautiful.

As she stepped out of the house, she texted Yakimano to let him know she was heading out. She didn't expect a reply immediately, knowing he was busy with business matters.

Hours later, Y/N and her friends were laughing and enjoying themselves at a chic café downtown. The sunlight danced off her dress, drawing a few admiring glances from passersby. She felt a sense of liberation, enjoying the moment without the constant fear that had shadowed their lives for so long.

Unbeknownst to her, Yakimano had finished his work early and decided to surprise her by joining her at the café. When he arrived, his eyes scanned the crowd and quickly locked onto Y/N. He saw her laughing, surrounded by friends, and his heart warmed—until he noticed her dress. His expression darkened instantly.

Without thinking, Yakimano marched across the café, his presence commanding attention. He reached Y/N's table and grabbed her arm, pulling her up to face him.

"What the hell are you wearing?" he snapped, his eyes blazing with anger.

Y/N's friends fell silent, their eyes wide with shock. Y/N herself was taken aback, trying to process Yakimano's sudden rage. "Yakimano, calm down. It's just a dress."

"Just a dress?" he hissed, his grip tightening slightly. "Do you see the way people are looking at you? This is not okay."

Her friends stood up, trying to intervene. "Hey, take it easy," one of them said. "She looks great and she's just having fun."

Yakimano shot them a look that made them back off immediately. He turned his attention back to Y/N. "We're leaving. Now."

Y/N yanked her arm free, glaring at him. "I'm not going anywhere with you while you're acting like this. You're being unreasonable."

His eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in frustration. But seeing the defiance in her eyes, he took a deep breath, trying to regain some control. "Please," he said, his tone softer but still firm. "Let's go home and talk about this."

Reluctantly, Y/N nodded, signaling to her friends that she would be okay. She followed Yakimano out of the café, the tension between them palpable.

When they arrived home, the silence was heavy. Y/N stood in the living room, arms crossed, waiting for him to speak.

"Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for you to dress like that in public?" Yakimano finally said, his voice a mix of anger and concern.

"Yakimano, you're overreacting," Y/N shot back. "The Syndicate is gone. We're safe now. I should be able to dress how I want and feel good about myself without you losing your mind."

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. "I know. I know the Syndicate is gone, but that doesn't mean there aren't still dangers out there. I can't help but worry about you."

Y/N's expression softened slightly. She stepped closer to him, placing a hand on his chest. "I get that you're worried. But you can't control everything I do. Trust me to take care of myself."

Yakimano sighed, his anger dissipating as he pulled her into his arms. "I just can't lose you. Not after everything we've been through."

She pulled away, looking him in the eye. "I understand that, but I can't keep living like this. Your overprotectiveness is suffocating me, Yakimano."

His face tightened with frustration. "I'm trying to keep you safe. Why can't you see that?"

"And I appreciate it, but I need space. I need to live my life without feeling like I'm constantly under surveillance," she said, her voice firm.

Yakimano shook his head, stepping back. "I don't know if I can do that."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she turned away. "Then maybe we need to take a break. Figure things out."

Yakimano's heart sank, but he didn't argue. He knew she was right, even if he couldn't bring himself to admit it. "Maybe you're right."

She grabbed a bag and started packing a few things. "I need some time, Yakimano. To think, to breathe. I'll stay with a friend for a while."

He watched her pack, his chest tightening with every item she placed in the bag. When she was done, she walked to the door, pausing to look back at him.

"Take care of yourself," she said softly before stepping out and closing the door behind her.

Yakimano stood in the empty room, the silence deafening. He sank onto the couch, his head in his hands, wondering how things had gone so wrong. The battle with the Syndicate had ended, but another battle had just begun—one that he wasn't sure he could win.