Kazuma x reader

Chapter 10 - Falling into pieces

It had been a whole 5 days since they had fooled around. Bishamon would always tease Kazuma about how all the extra work was building pressure inside him. He had told her what he and Angela were upto, just because he was used to not keeping secrets from her. When he got back, he was just too tired. Or she'd had a long day with too much actual labor. He had suggested moving her to a more suitable department, but she was adamant. She loved gardening. And she was good at it. Pressures on assessing reports and sending feedback were always higher towards the end of the month on him. Which meant the weekend away from work would be totally worth it. He kept imagining all the things he could do to his little pet as he packed his bags. He couldn't help but wonder what she would be wearing. And if she would let him see her. How soft and sensitive her skin would be after a hot bath. He felt himself harden just thinking about it, and made his way to her room, his bag in hand. As he got closer, he saw a guy leaning against the wall opposite her room, and she was laughing. He was good looking and taller than Kazuma. He tensed for a minute, wondering if he was her crush. He watched and saw the guy take a few steps closer to Angela, who was too busy laughing to watch. He felt an anger build inside him, as he saw the stranger bend over and peck her lips. He wanted to punch him. He wanted to punch something. But he knew he shouldn't. Sure it was no secret anymore that they were doing it, but neither was the fact that they hadn't chosen each other as mates or partners. They were just sex-buddies, who didn't have sex. He turned around, and heard a huge thud behind him. "What the hell?", he heard a guy cry out, followed by a door slamming. Kazuma stayed right there, in the middle of the stairs. He desperately wanted to go over. To make sure she hadn't pulled the guy into the room and slammed the door. He felt tears sting. And his heart slowly crumble. He took a few deep breaths, and felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He answered without thinking, "Hello?", his voice croaked. "Where are you?", he heard Angela ask. "Um- I'm by the stairs to your room. Don't worry though I won't come over. Haha. It was just in time that I saw-UGH!" He felt someone grab his shirt from behind. "What-? He cried out looking over suddenly, only to be silenced by her lips. Angela grabbed him by the collars and smashed her lips into it. It was rough, but he was surprised. Why was she kissing him?

Finally he pushed her off and held her by her shoulders. "What are you doing? You should go back to him." "Why?", she asked, angrily. Her eyes were beginning to gloss, the first hints of tears. "Because he is the one you like", he replied, gruffly, pushing her farther away, taking a few steps away from her. "He isn't the one I like", she replied. "He kissed me. I didn't know he was going to do that." "But you looked like you didn't dislike it. You wanted it, didn't you?" "I didn't want it. I hated it. I-" "Please stop. We need to clear our heads. I don't want to look at you right now.", he said, angrily. What was she playing at? He grabbed his bag and went back to his room, throwing the bag into a corner. Why was he so angry? At her? At himself? Didn't he know this would happen someday? He closed in his eyes and imagined the whole scene again. The guy kissing her, she grabbing him and pulling him into her room. The door slamming so that they could be alone. Her calling him to make sure he wouldn't come over. But why had she come to him? Why did she kiss him? Why were women so complicated? He felt his phone buzz again and it pissed him off even more. Why was Angela still calling him? He tossed and turned over in his bed, finally turning off his phone. He couldn't sleep, wondering what she was doing. Wondering what they were doing. It pissed him off even more. He was dangerously close to creating a blight and he knew it. He grabbed his jersey and threw it over himself. A good run usually calmed him down. Just as he grabbed his phone, he felt it buzz in his hand again. It was an emergency call, from Bishamon. He answered it immediately 

"Yes?", he answered. "What's wrong with you? I've been stinging like crazy for the past 30 minutes." Shit, he thought. "I'm sorry, I'll be alright soon enough", he replied gritting his teeth. "Ow! Kazuma what the hell? Just tell me what is wrong with you! Or if you won't tell me, then go tell Angela. Or go fuck some girl. Seriously! Ow ow!", he heard her cry out. It hurt him more as he heard her, realizing that she was being in pain too. "And what is with Angela? I think she's hurting too. Please don't actually go fuck some girl. Go talk to her. Like right now. Did you two fight?", she asked again. He sighed softly and sat back down on his bed. He recounted everything that had happened. When he was done, he heard her sigh on the other side of the phone. "Are you an idiot? If that was her crush, she wouldn't have kissed you right after. If that was the guy she was crazy about, she would want to remember what his lips felt like, on hers, and wouldn't have called you immediately after. If he wasn't her crush, there's a good chance she just punched his living lights out. Why do I feel like that is what more likely happened, and not your little theory? Just turn on your phone and listen to what she has to say before jumping to your own conclusions. Jeez", Bishamon sighed. Her words got through to him. But the picture of the other guy hovering over her burned into him. "Alright. You're right. I'll listen-for now", he replied sighing. "But I'm so angry", he continued. "I feel like something is breaking inside of me. And it pisses me off" Bishamon was around for way longer than he was. She would know the answers to almost everything. "You're angry at yourself, because you want to be the guy she wants. You want her to want you too. You don't think anyone could be good enough for her. And you feel all this, because you love her. You want to be her mate.", she replied, kindly. "You're terrified that she might not feel the same way. But from what I've heard, she cooks for you. She chooses to have you at her place. She chooses to cuddle with you, to touch you, and let you touch her. Are you sure you're not the guy she wants? And even if you aren't, are you going to let her go so easily? if you're not going to fight for her, then what's the point of all this? Could you really just give her up to another man? Could you let another man do the things you do to her?", Bishamon asked, more sternly.

Kazuma's eyes snapped opened, the anger now replaced by another stronger feeling. "No.", he said "No I couldn't. I'd quite possibly commit murder if that happened", he replied "So go get the girl, you ass", Bishamon said, and hung up. She was right. He wouldn't let Angela go. He turned his phone back on, to see 20 missed calls, 20 voice messages and 1 text message. He listened to every one of them, each more hysterical than the previous one, until her voice sounded more and more tired. The last one was just the quiet sound of her breathing. What had she done, whatever it was she was sorry, please call her back, she would do anything she could to make up for whatever it was she did. Each message made him feel more guilty. She hadn't really done anything at all. And yet he had let his selfish feelings of rage and jealousy take over him.