stolen sweetheart, takashi mitsuya

To the rest of the world, Mitsuya Takashi is the golden standard. He's the guy who can stitch a hem as easily as he can cook a three-course meal, the one who handles chaos with a level head and never lets a stray thread show. People look at him and see "perfect husband material," a man without a single crack in his foundation.

But you know better. You're the only person who has seen the side of him that isn't polished or put-together.

To you, he isn't a collection of domestic talents; he's a man who nearly let his own heart destroy him. While everyone else sees strength, you remember the weight of his body as he collapsed against you, the terrifying sound of him choking on red petals that didn't belong in a human chest. You saw the raw, ugly reality of his devotion-a love so reckless and self-sacrificing that it almost cost him his life on a cold kitchen floor. To the world, he is flawless. To you, he is a survivor of his own kindness, and you are the sole keeper of the scars he hides beneath his well-tailored shirts.

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coward! mitsuya x reader