Naruto One Shots

Genma - Flowers In Your Hair 💕

Word Count - 3040
Ages - Both 32

Dinner tonight 7 o'clock

The note on my front door was in his handwritten. I didn't need to think twice who it was from. I could recognize my husband's handwriting anywhere.

I stared at the note debating what I wanted to do.

He was reaching out. Making some type of effort. It was what I had asked of him. But now that he was trying it felt too little too late.

Genma and I had been married since we were teenagers. The second we both turned 18 we went to the courthouse with a handful of friends. We were happy and naive back then. Days felt simple and easy. But after 14 years of marriage the ups and downs would always come and go. Now they were more pressing than ever.

Our most impactful struggle was infertility. After a decade of trying for a baby we finally threw in the towel and accepted that we were not meant to be parents. Since making that decision to stop trying it seemed that Genma had also checked out in trying in our marriage.

He went out more with his friends. Came back later and later each time. Drunker and drunker than the next. I was tired of his behavior. I knew he could treat me better than that. He had for the majority of our marriage. But now that we weren't actively trying for a baby he didn't even care to try to initiate any romance.

We hadn't been intimate in months leading to the decision that I had enough. With his late night adventures and my adversion to seeing him stumble home drunk. I had no intention of being intimate with him. He seemed he had the same sentimate as it felt like he was avoiding me.

We didn't communicate well about our feelings. It was always a downside in our relationship. Neither of us were good communicators. But it worked for us the majority of the time. We found ways around it. Deep conversations that didn't last long here or there. Most of the time after sex or in our morning shower together. But those were times we weren't having anymore. When the intimacy left our relationship so did all the talking. It felt like walking on eggs shells in our shared home.

So after almost a year of this behavior, after asking him more times than I could count to stop, to see me, I was done with begging. I shouldn't have to beg my husband to take time for me. So I kicked him out.

He has been staying with Raido. But that only enabled his drinking behavior. The two of them were out every night. It seemed Genma enjoyed his time with him more than me. From the outside it looked like he didn't even miss me. Like he didn't skip a beat being away from me.

I had asked him to leave over a month ago and this note was the first time he tried to get in contact with me. I was fed up with his behavior. I wasn't sure if I was ready to see him. He wasn't the same man I married all those years ago. And I missed who I fell in love with not what he became. He wasn't that young version of himself anymore. But neither was I. We were growing in opposite directions. It was up to me decide if I wanted to mend that bridge and find an understanding with him to grow together or throw in the towel all together.

I ripped the note from my door and tossed it to the side. I unlocked my door and stepping into my home. The instant I stepped into the threshold I felt his absence. I felt it everyday. I missed my husband.

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I watched the clock tick to seven. As if he was waiting outside watching it himself Genma knocked on the door. I had felt butterflies in my stomach since I started getting ready. They only intensified with the sound on the wood. I didn't know why I was so nervous to see Genma. He was my husband after all.

I took slow steps towards the door. Breathing in through my nose and out my mouth. Trying to calm down my pacing heart. "It's okay. He's my husband." I whispered the reminder to myself. With shaky hands I opened the door.