Love and Hate ‒ ʰᶦᵗᵒˢʰᶦ ˢ.

eight

⚠️ I rated this book mature for a reason

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NAOMI AND SHOTA WERE IN THE LIVING ROOM talking about what Shota did at the rooftop to Hitoshi. The dust that was settling in one corner of the room was being gazed at by Shota's eyes while Naomi, in all ways possible, tried not to slap the shit out of her husband. "Honey, I love you and I know you know that but..." Naomi took a deep breath. "What the fuck?" Shota watched with surprise as his wife stared at him with a straight face. "What was I supposed to do then?" Shota's shoulders fell heavily while puffing out a huge amount of air. "I can't just let it happen."

Naomi scooted closer to Shota and arranged some of his escaping hair strands, tucking them behind his ear. "Darling, she made it this far without being told what to do... sometimes, your fights with her just get too much..." Naomi placed her hand on his cheek and he automatically melted at the warm feeling. Shota held Naomi's hand that was pressed against his cheek. "We just get into each other's nerves... she's being too stubborn lately," Shota clicked his tongue as he shook his head. 

"Don't you think it has something to do with how you treat her?" Naomi raised her eyebrows, a look of pain and worry washing over her face as she saw her husband's expression hardened. "Tch, if pressuring her will get her mind off those relationship thoughts, I'll have to do it," Shota rolled his eyes while looking back at Naomi's soft expression. "It's slowly killing her happiness away, Shota... you need to be mindful of that..." The living room echoed with that statement as Shota stayed silent. He watched the tiny picture frames hanging around the walls and sighed. "She's been losing too many friends and she's drained... do you really want her to end up like you before?" Shota looked into Naomi's eyes, watching as his past came circling back to him like vultures. 

"Do you think she needs to know, Naomi?"

"In time, Shota." Naomi kissed his forehead, her lips soft against his skin, making him smile slightly even just for a while. "In time."

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HITOSHI WAS NOW IN MS. YSHI'S OFFICE trying to figure out what the fuck was going on in his head that early in the morning. Yshi was also trying to make sense of what happened through Hitoshi's frantic walking around the room, explaining and flailing his arms around like a bird. It's like she's seeing Keigo in him now. "You know, Ms. Yshi, I don't understand why her father is like that to me. I am trying to prove myself here and I've been a good person to her too," Hitoshi finally slumps down on the chair in front of Yshi's table, allowing her to sigh in relief while the things on her table slightly rattle as the male sat down. "Am I doing something wrong?"

"It depends, really," Yshi said as she tipped her head to the side, resting it on her palm. "You see, Hitoshi, her father has been through some unspeakable things, one that even (your name) has no idea about. The harshness of her father only comes from seeing that her daughter is becoming more like him." The male in front of Yshi pouted as he tapped the armrest with his finger, feeling the material tingle his skin. "But I think that you should keep talking with her..."