tsukki angst to fluff in a fight please? thank you!!!
Tsukishima and communication did not walk hand in hand,
He was the quiet type, not that he didn't have anything to say, that's just how he was. Some actually preferred when he kept his mouth shut, because the moment he decides to say something, most of the time it would be snarky comments or the very harsh truth. He still made efforts with you because you are not anyone, but old habits are hard to die.
The past few weeks have been unlivable; The tension in the house was so thick it could be cut with a knife. You both were stressed because work has been hectic, you barely saw each other at home and when you did get to sit together even the smallest comment would irk the other out. Therefore, you just tried to minimize your interactions until it all fixed itself magically.
However, now you realized that you miss your husband and each staying in your own bubble isn't helping you move forward, especially when you realized you didn't know when everything is going to be fixed. No, I am going to talk to him and it'll be fixed, you thought to yourself.
You got back home early, cooking a nice dinner and waiting for your husband to spend a nice time together, but tonight—and like every other night— he was late, very late. You first texted him but upon receiving no answer you decided to call. "What ?" he asked, dry, which took you off-guard, but it made you realize that this have been the way you guys talked to each other for a while now. "Hello ?"
"Oh hi, uh, are you coming yet ?" you asked.
"I don't know I still have a shit-tone of work right now." you could hear him rub his face through the phone, "do you need anything ?" that one question warmed your heart and comforted you in the idea that the night was going to be fine.
"Nothing, I made dinner and it'd be nice to eat together, it has been ages," you say, shyly.
"Okay (y/n), I'll come when I'll come. Don't wait up," and he hung up.
What is up his ass, you looked at your phone dumbfounded but still decided to keep calm because tonight was all about fixing that. So you waited, and waited, for now two hours. Dinner went cold, and your temper ran short.
You were on the couch contemplating what you were going to tell him when you heard the jingle of the keys and then the door opening, you looked to his direction and he looked surprised when he saw you still up. "Didn't sleep yet ?", it was more of an observation than a question. You didn't answer him, you kept your eyes on him as he made his way on the sofa next to you. He looked tired, you didn't notice before tonight the dark circles underneath his eyes or how he cheeks started to sunken.
"Tsukki, we need to talk." you finally declared. He took a moment before looking at you, an eyebrow cocked sign of confusion. "Can we leave whatever you have to blame me for for later ? I am exhausted," he sighed as he was starting to leave but you held his arm making him stop.
"I am going to ignore to what you said about me blaming you and no it cannot wait, we can't keep this rhythm up," you stood in front of him, still holding his forearm. He looked at you with an expression you couldn't read, "What do you mean ?" he crossed his arms on his chest, obviously starting to become frustrated.
"I mean we need to learn how to be nice with each other when life gets stressful," you sighed, "did you notice how mean we have been with each other lately ? Do you really want to keep this dynamic up ?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," so stubborn. "Babe, don't be like that," you plead. "Look (y/n), life gets tough, big deal. Let's not make it harder by trying to have unnecessary conversations about how we need to be 'nice' with each other like some Montessori bullshit couple therapy." the venomous words came out of his mouth so easily, you could not believe your ears. "So let's be adult about it, and let the flow of things do its thing."
"Is the adult thing to do not communicate ?" you asked, in disbelief. "And what if the flow of things leads to us breaking apart ?" your voice started to raise, frustration lacing your voice.
"Don't be ridiculous, you always have this habit of dramatizing things. How about you fix that first," he scoffed.
"How about you fix your communication skills first, if you could learn how to place two words next to each other without being a bitch maybe I wouldn't dramatize everything," you started matching his snarky tone and you didn't like it one bit, but words were leaving your mouth without your permission.
"Oh look at the communication queen name calling, you're setting such a great example for me. Always so classy (y/n)," he started leaving the living room but you followed him, not planning on letting him put an end to this conversation.
"Tsukishima Kei, why are you being so difficult about working on our couple, our marriage ? I am trying to look at how things could be in the long term, did this even cross your mind ?" you were exasperated. You didn't understand why he didn't try to even look at this from your point of view. Okay he was stressed, but so were you! Yet there you are trying to chase after the ghost of an effort that could come from him, but nothing.
"Maybe we are not for the long run," he muttered under his breath but unfortunately for him you heard him, you stopped in your tracks registering what he just said. "What ?" is all you could say, it was almost inaudible.
You were standing at the door of your room, he had his back facing you while he was getting rid of his tie but his movements had stopped the moment the words came out of his mouth.
You could not believe what you have just heard, was this really what he thought ? Were you naive to think that you had built your marriage on strong foundations ? After all, you were the one always
Your eyes were brimming with tears— tears of sadness, of anger and especially tears of disappointment. He turned slowly towards you, like he was scared if he moved too fast you'd disappear. "My love," he started.
"No, save it," you stopped him right in his tracks. "Please," he tried coming closer to you, extending his arms so he could hold your face—or any part of you, really— but you took a step back. "I swear I did not mean that."
"I don't care what you meant or not, you're a piece of shit, you know that ?" tears started falling off your cheeks freely, "I was so dumb to think that you would change for me, if that's the way you think why did you even marry me in the first place ?" you screamed. You laughed bitterly, "nevermind, I know. It's because you found someone who was ready to put up with your shit, try to accommodate to you and make you feel like you are worth the efforts."
"Baby, I swear I did not mean what I said, I am just so stressed and exhausted and-"
"So am I! But I don't go around hurting the person I love, now am I ? And God knows how much bite I have, you're not special," you stressed on the last words so you could prove your point.
Ouch, he thought, "and you are right! I am a piece of shit, and I certainly do not deserve you. But if you think I married you out of convenience you are damn wrong (y/n)," his eyes were red and tears clouded his vision. "I married you because I love you, I am so in love with you it hurts. You're the only person I am willing to put my pride off for, you are the one for whom I push myself to the limits everyday so you I could finally believe I deserve someone like you— someone nice, beautiful and smart."
You were not looking at him, you turn your head to the side and crossed your arms on your chest as a shield as he approached you.
"You are the light of my life and I know I wouldn't be able to last a day without you by my side; you ground me, when I look into your eyes I know everything will be alright. I am not special, I only am when I am with you because you are the special one." he held you face with his hands, making you look at him. Your teary eyes met and you couldn't help but sob at the sight of your Tsukki, face flushed, lips wobbly, eyes and cheeks full of tears. The sound made his heart break into a hundred more pieces.
"Please, let me make it up to you my love," he stroked your cheeks with his thumb. "I am willing to do whatever it takes, but don't leave me." He put he forehead on yours and let the tears stream on his face.
You stayed like that for a while, soaking everything in. Fights like this rarely happened, but what never happened was Tsukishima being this vulnerable and that is how you knew he was honest.
You sighed, and looked at him, his expression showed fear, "okay, one chance," you barely had the time to finish your sentence that he engulfed you in a tight hug. "But that doesn't mean I already forgave you."
"And you are right babe, let me earn it. I'll prove you that we're worth it." He kissed your forehead tenderly and you hugged him back, making him melt in your touch.
"It'll be alright, we will be."
