Anime Lemons

Y O M O - U T A

Authors Note: This one hit the goal, so here is the remake as I promiced. How do you like my new type of writing?

Anime It's From: Tokyo Ghoul

3rd Person:

Yomo was quietly reading a book at home, he recently got off work. He knows Uta should come home soon but doesn't stop reading. Soon, as expected, the lock on the door clicked, and then the door opened.

"Yomo... I'm home!" Uta called out.

"Welcome home," Yomo replied.

Soon he heard the quiet patters of Uta walking closer.

"How was work sweetie?" The black-haired man said.

"It was okay. Wasn't very busy. How about you?"

"I had lots of costumers, I barely had time for my lunch break" Uta sighed then continued, "But it was quite fun. You know how much I love making masks."

"Mhm," Yomo replied blankly, he wasn't really paying attention. He was already occupied with his book.

Uta stared at the silver-haired man, tears threatening to leave his eyes, he just shook his head and walked off. Wondering why the man he loved, didn't seem to love him anymore.

Maybe tomorrow will be better.

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Yomo was already wide awake, just staying in bed, he soon sighed and got out. Quickly showering then getting dressed. Soon his alarm rang, the actual time he was supposed to get up, he pressed the button to turn it off. Then he got up and headed off to the kitchen.

Uta was well prepared, he spent the night kill- getting food so he can make a nice breakfast for his lover. His ears perked up when he heard the steps of his boyfriend walking, he finished up making the dish look flawless on the plate.

"Morning! I love you! I made breakfast!" Uta gushed.

Yomo looked at the plate, and let out a small sigh, "Thank you." He gently kissed the black-haired man's cheek.

Uta's heart slightly shattered. He thought He really doesn't love me, does he?

Maybe tonight will be better.

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Uta was hurrying to get home, tonight he was even busier than the last, he didn't even get to eat lunch, but he didn't want to be any later by getting food. To be honest, he hasn't eaten all week. He wants Yomo to desperately show any care to him, but will it happen? In Uta's eyes, no.

Yomo didn't really notice, he was already occupied by a new book. His eyes slowly shifted to the clock, seeing it's pretty late. He sighed and thought Where is he?

Then, it happened. The door lock clicked, then the door creaked as it open.

"You're late." Yomo barked.

"W-why are you an-angry?" Uta's eyes widened as the man he loved slammed his book shut and stood up.

He was honestly terrified of what Yomo would do, what Yomo could do, what Yomo... feared to do.

Then it happened, the slap. The silver-haired man angrily brought his hand up and brought it down on Uta's cheek.

Uta screeched and jumped back, holding his cheek, eyes wide, tears yet again threatening to fall.

"Why are you so angry!" The black-haired man yelled, quivering in fear, slowly backing away.

It was almost like a whiplash. Yomo's eyes slowly dilated back to normal, he just realized what he has done. He fell to his knees, already crying- a rare occurrence.