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Shu x Reader

Warning: Angst, but fluff at the ending, so ya got a little cushion there :)

This was a request, by the way. Requests are closed for now, I'll open them again after a few days. That's all. Enjoy!

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"I just feel you're always out there being everyone else's hero, managing the Raging Bulls all so perfectly and I'm being left in the dust."  You watched your boyfriend grab a steaming cup of coffee in your shared apartment. He seemed awfully calm for the tempest you both knew was coming.

"You know that's not true."

"Do I? Because this is the first real conversation we've had in weeks, and it's an argument."

"Maybe if you tried to talk to me when I am home, it wouldn't be an argument." Although his tone was even and unprovoked, his body temperature was rising . It was slight, he didn't even notice it at the time. But it was definitely a difference.

"Oh, really? You want me to talk to you when you're home, do you?"

"Sure, if you want." He sounded impatient, the heat still rising in him.

"Oh, okay. Perfect, that solves everything! Except that when I tried that, you didn't give me more than two-word answers, so I'm just assuming you're too exhausted to actually want to speak to me."

"Yes, well in that case, thank you." Getting hotter.

Thank you. His words were daggers slashing through everything you wanted — everything you'd thought you'd built with him. All of it was collapsing in front of your eyes, you were desperately trying to hold the pieces together and failing miserably. You had just about had it with failure, and the proof was spilling out of your eyes now.

You let out a frustrated sigh and rubbed your eyes, sick of this. Sick of him.

"I... I talked to my sister earlier, and I'm staying at her place tonight. I just can't be... here... right now." You stood up and started to leave, wiping away a tear as you turned away. His body temperature was sweltering at this point.

"Y/n, wait!" He rested his hand on your arm lightly, a small gesture to get you to stay.

But he didn't notice, that the cup of coffee in his other hand had splashed the drink over you and the mug had fallen on the ground.

"Agh! What the hell, Shu?! Ah, god that hurts—!" You ripped your arm out of his grasp like a child touching the stove for the first time. Before they realized you get burned when you play with fire.

Grasping at the new red burn mark on your arm, you shot a pained, questioning glance his way. A glance that screamed, "I know we're fighting, but I thought you cared about me more than this".

His heart cracked in places he didn't know were still put together.

"Oh my God, Y/n, I'm so sorry I-"

He turned away, his hand moving up to touch his own scar, those cursed fingers impairing his vision. Because it certainly wasn't him who hurt you, no. It was those damned fingers. That despicable mug. It wasn't him, no, he'd never do something like that to you. He couldn't do something like that.

He was ripped back into reality by the sound of your sobs intensifying, by the sight of you balled up on the floor, rocking back and forth in agony, clutching where he'd burned you. Waiting for the pain to stop.

He reached out to inspect the damage using his  hand, but froze when he heard your broken voice call out those soul-shattering words.

"Don't touch me!"

He retracted his hand, went back into the kitchen and produced an ice pack, re-extending his arm to you, this time with more to offer than just himself.

"Here, icing it will help. I'll get some bandages."

You snatched it from him wordlessly, not even sparing him a glance, and applied it to the wound, its overwhelming cold starting to pull the heat out immediately. You buried your head back into your knees, taking deep breaths and exhaling sharply to help cope.

As you did, he walked over to the medicine cabinet you kept in the kitchen. Normally, those were in the washroom, but not here. One late night Shu had come home bruised, and you had to do a little first aid before you could take him to the hospital because if you hadn't, he might have died on the car ride over. After that, you installed — well, you made Shu install a new one in the kitchen, just in case that happened again and you weren't around to help. The kitchen was a lot closer to the door, and if he ever were to have a repeat of that awful night, he might not be able to make it all the way to the bathroom. At the time, he'd thought you were being too paranoid, but now he was grateful.

He removed the bottle of aspirin and a roll of bandages from the cabinet and closed the door. Then, he filled a glass up with water and set all of it to your right, lying in wait for when you were ready to use it.

After placing them down gently next to you, he sat himself down on the opposite side of you in a similar position. He wasn't hugging his knees quite as tight as you are, there was still about a foot's length between his face and his kneecaps. A few silent minutes passed by, feeling like an eternity to the both of you. He was the first to break the silence.

"You know I didn't mean that, right?"

Another period of silence hung in the air as you pondered a response.

"Which part?" You finally asked.

"Hm?"

"Which part didn't you mean?"

"I didn't mean to burn you just now."

"Oh..."

"What?"

"So you did mean the rest of it? About not wanting to talk to me?"

He stuttered for a second, not knowing how to reply to that. He stopped when he noticed you'd started sobbing even harder.

"No."

He slowly, delicately, cautiously brought his hand to touch your spine, moving in comforting circles across the surface area of your back. Eventually, he wrapped his arm all the way around your shoulders and held it there. He looked at you in slight disbelief when you scooted yourself closer to him, leaning into the embrace and resting your head on his shoulder. You sighed shakily, still squeezing your knees close to your chest.

"I'm sorry for yelling," you apologized begrudgingly. Like a child whose mother was forcing them to.

"Me too," he agreed, sounding much more genuine than you. "You know that I love you right? That of all the people I see day-to-day, you're the most important to me?"

"I do now."

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Sorry for any grammatical errors!