"You've gotta get up."
You looked down at Yata with a frown on your face, watching as he shifted in the bed.
"No," He mumbled into the pillow.
"It's already two in the afternoon, Yata. Get up."
"I'm tired."
"You can do it," Your voice was condescending, your eyes narrowing. "You haven't been out of that bed in two weeks."
Yata grumbled something unintelligible, rolling onto his side and facing away from you.
"Goddammit Yata! Get the fuck up!" You growled, stomping your foot in your anger. He ignored you once again. "Fucking fine then! Ignore me! I'm fucking done with this shit!"
You turned on your heel and stomped out of the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind you and nearly breaking it in half. You couldn't take much more of this. It'd been months now since Mikoto died and Yata had at first been so angry and reckless, getting into serious physical fights over small, insignificant things, but for the last couple of weeks now, he's grown unusually quiet and distant.
It's been two weeks since he started to lock himself away in your bedroom, refusing to come out except to use the bathroom. Hell, you'd bring meals to him in bed and had, on quite a few occasions, physically forced him to eat since you knew he wouldn't on his own. The last couple of days though, he's become completely defiant.
You understood that he was grieving not only over Mikoto, but still Tatara too, but so were you and everyone else. This was getting too extreme now and it had to stop, but you didn't know what to do anymore. You'd tried talking, yelling, being quiet and offering to just listen, and even threatened to break his skateboard, but Yata just wouldn't respond to anything you did. It was to the point where you thought that you would literally have to beat him into remission.
"Fuck," You cursed, clenching your fists at your sides. You paced around the living room for a few minutes, trying to cool off and clear your head, and praying that Yata would decide to stop acting like this and rejoin the world. "Get up," You mumbled to yourself, glancing at your bedroom door. "Dammit, Yata, just get up."
The door remained closed.
You released the fists you were making, your shoulders slouching and your head dropping in defeat. You felt the tears coming on and blinked them away, grabbing your jacket and pulling it on.
"I'm gong to the bar!" You called loud enough for your boyfriend to hear, keeping your voice hard and angry so that he wouldn't hear just how upset you were.
Silence.
Shaking your head, you grabbed your keys and left the apartment, making your way to Homra's home base.
You tossed the shot of Vodka back in one easy go while Rikio watched you with a frown, "Kusanagi would kill you if he saw that."
You scoffed, grabbing the bottle of Vodka and pouring yourself another shot, "Yeah, well, what he doesn't know won't kill him, right?"
You tossed that one back too.
"You seriously think he won't find out about you drinking while underage?"
"I really don't fucking care anymore," You grumbled. "He's not here, so I'll drink myself fucking silly if I want to."
