Home (Rohan Kishibe)
Home (Escape Part 2)
Paring: Rohan Kishibe x Fem! Reader Words: 2899 Warning: Rohan doesn’t want to admit he’s soft, some language Requested By: No one Link to Part 1
(A/n: I thought this deserved a Part 2 of the aftermath or something like that.)
**Gif is not mine**
The moment your eyes laid at the lit-up door you knew Rohan was working on another all-nighter yet again. Since living with him, he is quite expressive on restrictions and limitations that was brought onto living in his house. You rarely saw him between your two jobs, one of which he has told you to quit numerous times, and even so, you never got a proper read on him or his intentions.
It has been a few months since you last saw your mother and her many boy-toys she brought home with her. It has been a few months since you saw her crying at your feet, begging you to stay like you were her lifeline and you just pulled the plug. After settling at Rohan’s house, you explained to Josuke what really happened down the street in the confines of your home, how you were barely taken care of, you were taken advantage of, and even what happened the day before with being beaten by one of your mother’s boyfriends. His face went red as he was ready to start a fight, but you said it wasn’t necessary. You explained that Rohan’s hospitality was enough, and all you wished was for things to happen like normal.
You no longer took calls from your mother. You didn’t hear her cry or beg anymore. You finally were at peace between yourself and the world around you. You finally were making connections you rarely had before. It was an amazing sight for you. It was good. You even made contact with your father after so many small calls, letters and conversations. You had the courage to go visit him for the first time.
This brings you to now. You were leaving tomorrow, and what you wanted to do was bid Rohan a few good days, not that he’ll say he needed it, he’s a bit of a narcissist. You would just have to tell him in the morning before you head more inward towards Tokyo. You were about to head into your room when the door opened. You turned to see Rohan finally walk out for a stretch. He blinked, seeing you standing there with your hand on your doorknob. He made a face.
“Did you just get home,” He asked with a mutter, his voice laced with being tired, aggravated, and maybe even annoyed.
You nodded. “Yeah, my shift ended. I was going to tell you I’ll be gone out of town for a few days and left some money for groceries by the fridge. We need a lot of things,” You pointed out to him like it was a fact.
His face distorted even more. “Leaving where? You haven’t mentioned this to me.”
“Because you’ve been in there.” You motioned towards his office. “And you strictly told me not to bother you unless it was urgent, like you having an appointment or something like that. I follow your guidelines; you’re letting me live here.”
“WHERE are you leaving to?”
You sweat dropped. “I’m going to Tokyo to visit my dad. We’ve been reaching out. It’ll be a few days or so, not too long. I’ll be back next week.”
“And what am I supposed to do if that bastard Josuke shows up? You turn him away so he won’t bother me.”
“I told him that I’m leaving as well. He will not come here and bother you.” You checked your watch and yawned. “Don’t forget that you have someone important coming tomorrow. You even wrote it on the calendar in the kitchen. Don’t stay up too late and forget your ‘beauty sleep’.” You waved your hand as you entered your room. “Goodnight Rohan.”
--
Rohan didn’t realize how much he actually required your presence it on a daily basis. He glared at the clean page on his desk, a feeling of something missing washed over him like an infectious wound. Why should this bother him? You worked nearly all day and came back at almost near unholy hours of the night. How was this any different?
Because he actually enjoys your company.
Was that it? Was that what he really thought? He actually wanted you nearby. He recalls the conversation he had with you about your jobs, specifically getting you to quit one of them so you could be home earlier.
“Rohan, if I’m going to be pulling my weight, I am going to contribute however necessary,” Your voice echoed inside his head.
He huffed. Clearly, he was experiencing a writer’s block. Nothing more, and nothing less.
--
“Rohan-sensei, you look a little more aggravated than usual,” Koichi pointed out to him as they were walking on the sidewalk.
Indeed, he did have irritation painted on his face clearly, like ink was staining his cheek and he couldn’t remove it. “I’m experiencing writer’s block Koichi. I am merely looking for inspiration and references while I’m out,” Rohan muttered.
“(Y/n) did say you pour yourself into your work.”
He looked at Koichi with narrowed eyes. “When did she tell you this?”
“Huh?” Koichi tapped his chin in thought. “Maybe a couple of weeks ago? Josuke and I saw her on one of her breaks and we asked how she was doing with living with you. She said she doesn’t see you quite as often, and you really pour yourself into your work at all hours of the day and night. Guess she was right. But I don’t expect less from the great Rohan Kishibe.”
Rohan looked forward with a frown. That’s what she thinks, huh? I work myself too much? He thought. …Tch…
--
The others thought something was wrong with him when he didn’t throw an insult back at Josuke. “Are you drawing another one of your dumb ‘inspiration sketches’ again? Because that’s like the 5th time in the past 10 minutes that I’ve seen you throw out a piece of paper,” Josuke muttered as they all were sitting at the café.
Rohan glared. “This won’t do either,” He muttered and tore out another sheet of paper.
Josuke, Okuyasu, and Koichi blinked. “Rohan-sensei,” Koichi asked.
He rolled his eyes and looked at the three. “What? I’m busy.”
“You okay,” Josuke asked.
“I’m perfectly fine.” He looked at the three. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because Josuke called your sketches dumb and you didn’t say anything,” Okuyasu pointed out.
He rolled his eyes. “I don’t have time for insults. I’m trying to come up with new sketches.”
“You’ve been off for a few days, Rohan-sensei,” Koichi hummed. “Are you sick?”
“No.” He was quick and sharp with his answer.
“Let’s see… Oh yeah! Isn’t (Y/n) coming back today,” Josuke asked.
“That’s right,” Koichi gasped. “She said she’d be coming back later today. Like in an hour.”
Something lifted from Rohan’s shoulders. Something off. Since you went to Tokyo, he hadn’t heard from you. No terrible phone calls, no you coming back early crying because it was awful. There was nothing. He stood abruptly, causing the others to look at him.
“Something wrong, Rohan-sensei,” Koichi asked.
“No. I’m heading home. There’s nothing more for me to gather here,” Rohan replied before walking off with his sketch book and materials.
Josuke turned to Okuyasu and Koichi with a smug look. “If I didn’t know any better, I think Rohan’s mood has been on (Y/n) being gone for the past few days,” He told them.
“You think,” Okuyasu asked.
“Think about it. He didn’t even care that I called his drawing stupid. As soon as he heard about (Y/n), he just took off. Maybe he actually cares about her… which is rare. He doesn’t normally care about anything.” Josuke made a confused face. “…I guess he’s a bit tolerable when (Y/n) is around.”
“You’re right! When I told Rohan-sensei about (Y/n) talking to us about his work, he looked a bit prideful,” Koichi nodded. “Maybe he does care about (Y/n).”
“We’ll have to wait and see.”
--
You entered your home with a tired sigh. “Next time, I need to be prepared for all the walking. Dad’s so lucky he’s always in shape,” You muttered.
You went into the kitchen and opened the fridge, not seeing the food restocked. You glared with a sigh. You marched upstairs and stormed into Rohan’s office. “Hey! I told you to get groceries! Honestly, with the way you work, this would’ve been clear within the first HOUR of me being gone,” You called, not caring about his space as you stomped inside. He didn’t face you. “Rohan.” You stood next to him as you watched him stare at a blank piece of paper. “Rohan.” You nudged him.
He blinked, finally, turning to see you standing next to him. “Hmm,” He hummed.
“…Have you been like this for the past few days? If so, we need to get you some more hobbies.” You nudged him slightly. “I won’t get mad about groceries, but what were you doing? Just staring at paper?”
“No,” He scoffed. “I have been sketching and looking at numerous references since your absence.”
“Good, so you WEREN’T cooped up in here. Good.” You nodded. You grinned. “Tokyo was fun. It was a lot of walking, but man do I wanna visit there more often.”
“Then I’ll take you the next time I go,” Rohan mumbled.
Your eyes lit up. “Really?”
He nodded. He stood and faced you. He pursed his lips together and glared at you. It was very quiet between the two of you, and you were starting to think he was about to rant about something you did. You opened your mouth to make a sarcastic comment when he spoke first.
“You enjoyed Tokyo?” You blinked. He almost sounded sincere, like there was no intention behind his words, and trust me there’s always something he wants.
“Y-Yeah,” You nodded. “My Dad and I had fun.” You rubbed the back of your neck. “He was actually astonished about what happened with my Mom. And I told him I was living with you, well, not specifically you, I said I’m living with a guy, and he was a bit nervous. But you don’t even have those type of intentions and he was okay with it. He doesn’t mind coming to visit actually, as long as my Mom isn’t involved.” You grinned. “I’m glad we’re getting along great.”
He studied your features. You were so happy, happier than you had been in a while, since you even met him. You always looked like you had a dark cloud above your head. And no matter of a stand could change that, not even Heaven’s Door. “Good,” He muttered. He started heading out.
“How was here? Glad you got some peace and quiet,” You asked him, following.
“I was fine.” He crossed his arms. “It was like you were never here in the first place.”
You frowned. Ouch, you thought. Was I that much of a hinderance to his mood?
“Hurry up,” He muttered.
You blinked. “What?”
He scoffed. “I don’t like repeating myself. We’re going grocery shopping. I didn’t go when you said to, so I’m going with you now. Hurry up.”
You followed him out the room. Does he have to be so bossy? You thought again.
--
You were comparing different brands of rice with Rohan standing behind you with his arms crossed. He glared. “I regret this,” He muttered.
“You’ll suck it up,” You faced him after placing one of the bags of rice into your shopping cart and placing the other back. “You said you’d come, now you’re here.”
“There’s nothing here but watching old people rot as they bargain with coupons.”
“…You have me there,” You nodded with a confused face. “Well, why don’t you go outside and draw something then? You brought your sketchbook with you. Do something with that.”
He scoffed. “It’s not like something natural will just appear.”
“Then look harder!” You sighed as you looked at the shopping list again.
“Ah! (Y/n)! Rohan-sensei,” You heard. You looked to see Koichi with Josuke.
“(Y/n), you’re back,” Josuke grinned. “How was your trip?”
“It was great, what’s up guys,” You grinned back.
Something bubbled in Rohan’s chest. Why were you smiling at that bastard Josuke? Koichi, he gets. You called Koichi a baby once. But why the bastard Josuke? He rolled his eyes.
“Josuke and I are just walking around. Is Rohan-sensei looking at references again?”
“Again?” You made a confused expression. “He’s been at this constantly?”
“Yeah! He’s been doing all sorts of things. He’s discarded a lot of drawings.”
You sighed. “So, he has been in a mood,” You muttered, rubbing your chin. “I thought something was wrong when I got home.”
Rohan glared. “I’m fine!” He grabbed the cart and pushed it forward. “Hurry up so we can get home faster.”
You all looked at him as he started walking away. “…He is so in a mood,” You and Josuke sweat dropped.
--
“You… wanna explain what happened at the grocery store,” You asked Rohan as you two were walking. You were carrying all the groceries as Rohan was walking next to you.
“What do you mean? That bastard Josuke was there,” He scoffed.
“Yeah, but I’m thinking that’s not your only reason.” You looked at him. “You’ve been off Rohan. Are you sick or something? Or did your meeting the day after I left put you in a bad mood?”
He remembered that meeting, clearly. He was meeting with his editor, who said his work was very satisfactory, and wanted to boast to you about it. “It went fine. My work was exemplary in his eyes.”
You frowned. “Then what’s wrong with you? You acted like a kid in the store, and you even were acting strange at home.” You blinked. “Do you have writer’s block?”
He looked to glare at you before he paused. “Stop moving,” He muttered.
“What,” You asked in confusion.
“Don’t change your face. Stop right there.” You stopped as he angled your face. “Alright. Wait.” He started sketching.
You sighed. “Are you serious? Right here? This is heavy.” He started sketching your expression completely.
He would keep catching a few glances at you before studying his paper. He looked at you after a few minutes. “Done.” He looked at you as you sighed.
“Let’s just get home.” He stared at you as you walked towards your shared home. His thoughts ran like a wild fire. He didn’t want to put the pencil he had in his hand down. Your features certainly captivated him now. “You work so much that it’s astonishing that anything can set you off.”
“You work a lot as well,” He told you.
You looked at him. “Not this conversation again.”
He narrowed his eyes. “I can admit I’m a workaholic, but you are one too.” He pointed at you. “You work yourself so hard when it isn’t necessary.”
“I’m pulling my own weight Rohan-.”
“Pulling your weight is you paying for groceries… and only groceries.” You frowned, looking forward. “You don’t want to admit that you’re relaxed.”
“Okay, say you’re right. Why are you admitting that to me? Unless you actually care which is rare-.”
“And if I do?”
You blinked at his interruption. “If you do?”
He stopped walking and shut his eyes. “If I do actually give a spec of caring towards your wellbeing?”
You stopped with him to stare. “…If you do, you should say it. Because you suck at expressing your emotions.” You tilted your head as you looked at him. “I know you care. I’ve seen it. When I came to your house in the middle of the night all worn down and beaten up. I was crying. You cared then, even if your words are still the same, I can tell you cared.”
He swallowed. He looked away from you and crossed your arms. “…Maybe I did miss you,” He muttered lowly. “And I thought you wouldn’t like Tokyo. You keep working like you’re still trying to maintain the lifestyle you left behind. I told you, you don’t owe me anything but what I tell you, which is inspiring references. I don’t care if you even lived off of me and didn’t have a job. Working yourself to death isn’t the answer.”
Your heart fluttered. You smiled before nudging him. “Let’s go home,” You murmured. You both resumed walking. “…I knew you cared. You’re just a bit rough around the edges.”
“I’m unique.”
“…Thank you, Rohan.” Pride swelled in his chest like a balloon. It was like he saw that cloud above you get lighter, and it was starting to disappear.
“…”
He grabbed your arm. “Huh-?”
Lips softly pressed against your temple. You paused. You blinked. Your heart started racing. Rohan pulled back and looked at you. He scoffed. “You are like a pest I can’t get rid of.” He looked forward as you both walked. “An annoying pest that I worry over. It’s annoying that I can’t focus when I work.”
You both got home and walked inside. You blinked again. “…W-Why did you kiss me?” You blushed.
“I believe it’s a sign of affection?” He crossed his arms and looked at you. “You seem to respond well to affection.”
“W-Well there are different types of affection-.”
“I’m aware.”
“A-And you, um, you kissed-.”
“Your temple? Yes. I’m aware.” He headed upstairs. “That is the type of affection I meant.”