Ayato Kirishima (ONE SHOTS) {lëmøñs} ♥

The Fight

  "Ayato! C'mon let's go!" You say grabbing a hold of his shirt and pulling his arm. "Let go of me, (y/n)!" He commands. "Never!" You yell tugging on his arm rougher.

  "Let go now!" He grabs your wrist tightly making you whimper in slight pain. "A-ayato... Y-you're hurting me. Let go..." You say closing your eyes tightly, hoping he would let go. His left eye twitches in annoyance. "Say that again."

  You gulp, "l-let go, please. You're h-hurting me..." He finally let's go but grabbed your shoulders and roughly pushed you to the ground making you fall on your bumb.

  Hitting your head against the wall as your picture frame on your counter falls, making the glass break and scratch your arm. "Tch!" You curse under your breath holding your arm in pain.

  Ayato's eyes widen, but the whole thing wasn't his fault. You have been bothering him for the passed week about the same thing. "(Y-y/n) I..." He couldn't finish.

  "Ayato. How could you?" You question, standing up while accidentally stepping on a piece of glass. "Eek!" Closing your eyes tightly feeling your blood come out of the bottom of your foot.

  "Let me help you--" he couldn't even walk to you without you pulling your hand out to stop him. "Don't! You've done enough to me..." You just stand there, scared that you'll step on another piece of glass.

  Ayato was shocked that you actually didn't want help. He was sorry that he hurt you, he was hoping that later on you would ask for help. 

  *30 minutes later*

  "Ayato. Please help me out of here..."