you get insecure about your relationship with them
rin wasn't sure what was wrong with you. you weren't reacting to his teasing like you usually do. you weren't rolling your pretty eyes at him and telling him to be quiet.
you were being distant, unresponsive. usually rin doesn’t let things show on his face. but he was getting beyond worried.
so when you’re over for a movie night. not even cuddling up to him like you usually do, he pauses the movie. you hadn’t even noticed, your eyes and mind far gone, somewhere else.
“hey.” he said softly, linking your guys hands. you snap out of it, trying to muster up a smile. his stomach feels queasy and not in the usual butterfly way. it was his anxiety.
“what’s up with you? did something happen?” he presses, squeezing your hand. you don’t meet his eyes.
“what’s wrong baby?” he scoots closer, instinctively gulping.
“I just—why’d you even choose me?” his brows furrow almsot immediately.
“what?” his eyes narrowing. you’re still avoiding eye contact.
“I mean like—there’s so many other girls.” you laugh, suddenly feeling small once again. rin frowns.
“what are you even saying.” he pouts but he answers in a heartbeat.
“I chose you because you put up with all my bullshit. I can be myself around you. I can do nothing with you and still feel like a virgin feeling the touch of a woman for the first time.” he pouts. it catches you off guard, getting a laugh out of you.
“wow, how romantic.” you try to joke but he pulls you into him.
“I love you because you’re you and I don’t want it any other way.” he blushes, placing his chin on top of your head.
“so stop feeling like this.” you hum, clutching his shirt.
“anytime sweets.” he says with a proud smirk and a gentle kiss to your head.
you had noticed for awhile now. you didn’t want to be that girl.
but whenever you’d stop by kei’s job at the museum, one of his coworkers always seemed to hover over him. when you’d drop in to say hi, eat lunch together, or drop off his volleyball stuff.
you knew your boyfriend was good looking, especially in that mandatory suit he had to wear.
“god I can never breathe in this thing.” he groans, loosening the tie as he moves to dig into the bento you brought him. you smile at him.
“you look hot.” he narrows his eyes at you as you grin.
but in the far distance you can see the girl.
as she fails to spy on you guys?
your brows furrow, he catches this.
“what?” you smile, ushering him to eat.
you know kei was just being polite.
I mean hell it was his coworker, you knew he couldn’t really ignore her. but something about seeing him interact so easily with her made you uneasy. how she easily talked about dinosaurs with him.
you felt stupid for feeling like this. obviously you didn’t know a lot about them but you tried for your boyfriend. always letting him rant about them or buying him trinkets of his favorite species. he wore a small smile whenever he’d talk about them. you hated this feeling bubbling within you. it wasn’t like you.
after a hard day of classes and work, you surrender to your bed and your awful thoughts. you knew kei was coming over but for the first time you were dreading it.
“hey.” he smiles, taking off his glasses, ready to lay with you. you don’t even greet him and he’s confused.
you rarely ever got mad at him, it was always meaningless so he’s kinda nervous.
“you…okay?” he takes a seat on your bed.
you hum. he pouts, sliding in the sheets behind you.
“what’s going on with you?” he says into your hair.
“you seem awfully chatty with your coworker. didn’t know she could make you smile like that.” you’re disgusted by your words yet jealousy clouds you. kei doesn’t catch on, letting out a little laugh.
your silence makes him waver.
“are you actually upset about this?” his words felt invalidating, further worsening your state.
“hey.” he says softer now.
“I don’t know what you’re exactly worried about…but she’s nothing to me.”
kei is honestly surprised that this is even a conversation, she was really just a coworker to him, nothing more.
“look at me.” he says gently, nudging you to face him. you turn to him but you don’t meet his eyes. he rakes his hand through your hair.
“please stop whatever you’re thinking. you think I can tolerate anyone that isn’t you?”
“it’s only us remember. were the only ones that can put up with each other. we’re meant to be.” he grins.
“s’okay—just don’t think I’ll ever choose someone else.” he says, sleep getting to him.
you smile, resting your cheek on his chest. his heartbeat lolling you to sleep.
your boyfriend had just finished a collab stream with another popular girl streamer. you had watched the stream and enjoyed it.
it was so chaotic and you enjoyed watching your boyfriend have fun. but you weren’t expecting to see them all over twitter.
edits being made, comments about how they were flirting with each other, ship names???
you were beyond confused.
it’s not like people didn’t know about you, you were kenma’s profile picture, he’d mention you over a million times in his streams.
‘my girlfriend this, my girlfriend that.’
it had gotten to the point people were comparing the two of you, you had stayed up almost all night looking at each and every one of them.
how she seemed like she’d treat kenma better, how it looks like they got along better, that their chemistry was out of this world.
you set your phone down, succumbing to sleep with tears grazing your eyes.
kenma was worried that you weren’t replying to him. in all honesty you would’ve been at his house already.
you were always over when he streamed, brining him snacks throughout and water. instead of streaming at his usual time, he makes his way to your house.
when he enters, he sees you fast asleep on your bed, your face a little puffy. he frowns, making his way towards you when he notices your phone was on.
it was opened to one of the posts that had brutally picked apart everything you were as a person. kenma gripped your phone in anger, not at you, no, never.
but about all of the foolish people who could ever compare you to someone else. he sighed, he knew something like this would happen one day and he really did everything he could to prevent it. he didn’t want you believing these nobodies.
no one knew everything that you’ve done for him, that you’re the reason he became who he was. he shuts your phone off, brushing your hair away from your face. it makes you stir, blinking away your slumber.
“ken?” you question, your face breaking into a small smile.
“hey.” he said hushed. you groan, stretching your arms out.
“what time is it—oh my god! your stream! what’re you doing here?” you question, sitting upright. he laughs, your hair shooting out in different angles.
“you know I can’t stream without you.” he says softly, in that quiet voice of his. he tries to tame your hair, caressing your face warmly.
“please don’t cry, not over something like this.” he sighs, taking your hand in his. your breath hitches, your eyes downcast.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you—I never wanted this to happen.” he squeezes your hand. you squeeze his back.
“I-I know. I’m stupid for giving in I just…” you sigh. his hand finds your cheek again.
“I get it. but I need you to know that it’ll always be you. I love you…so much.”
kenma blushes, yet he brings you in, placing a soft kiss on your lips. he rests his forehead against yours, your noses grazing.
“I love you too ken.” you smile, causing him to smile in return.
Kodzuken : I’m mad at you guys. no stream today or ever until you treat the loml with respect.
kodzuloveshisgf :NOOOO WHO DARES THREATEN OUR KITTENS BEAUTY…
user0857382 : @ynlovesken you dropped this queen 👑
kodzuissocool : bffr that’s mother right there, yall needa sit tf down and touch grass
hajime loved his job and he took it very seriously. he loved helping people achieve their goals. helping each and every one of them improve their techniques, timing, all of that.
you went with him everywhere when you had the time. showing up to some of the practices for the Japanese volleyball national team. but you couldn’t help but feel like he spent more time with the team than with you.
you’ve never brought it up because you knew his job was demanding. but it had also meant that he’d have to spend more time with a specific girl.
you weren’t entirely sure what she did or who she was. you’d seen her hand out waters and towels to the guys, always next to the manager with a clipboard but it seemed she never left your boyfriends side.
never once have you doubted the love hajime had for you. your promise ring was a constant reminder of it. but it doesn’t help your thoughts when they’d laugh together, her shoving him away and calling him stupid.
your face dulls at the the memories.
hajime had came home a little late due to the practice. you dismissed his offer on you coming which made him a little sad because you had always wanted to go when you could.
you’re comfy in your shared bed when he enters the room. he walks in with a soft smile, immediately placing a kiss on your head.
“everyone was wondering where you were.” he murmured softly.
you glance away. “sorry, wasn’t really up for it.”
“what’s on your mind hm?” he says, softly moving hair from your face.
“you know you can tell me anything right?” he caresses your hand.
“I know. it’s just…stupid.” he frowns.
“your feelings aren’t stupid pretty, you can talk to me.” you sigh, your anxiety bubbling up.
“i’m scared to lose you…I feel like we haven’t really spent time with each other a lot. and I know it’s dumb but when I go with you, the assistant girl is always with you. so—I don’t know.” you’re facing your hands, picking at your blanket.
hajime is heartbroken about how you’ve been feeling. never did he want to make you feel this way.
“I’ve noticed that too and you’re right. we haven’t really spent much time together lately… but I don’t ever want you to think that I look at any other woman the way I look at you. I belong to you fully. this is proof of that.”
his thumb grazes your ring.
“I’ll ask for some days off and we can do whatever you want. even if it’s just staying in bed. everyone knows about you, you’re never something I’ll shy away from talking about and well you definitely don’t need to worry about her because…she’s gay.” he laughs, scratching at his neck.
you gasp, covering your mouth.
“ohmygod haji. I feel so stupid.” you cover your face. he smiles, trying to pry your hands away.
“I think there’s actually been a couple times she’s joked about stealing you.” he paused to think, you laugh too.
“anyways. I promised you that I’d always love and protect you and I don’t plan on ever breaking that.” he says genuinely, pecking your ringed finger.
“I love you.” you say softly and he kisses you, littering pecks all over your face.
“I love you too my sweet girl.”
