If your taking requests how about Josuke and Okuyasu (separate) getting into a fight with their s/o and saying something they instantly regret that leaves their s/o hurt and storming off, and then some fluff with them apologizing and trying to make it up to them?
(This is a goood prompt! Also sorry for the pause, I didn’t even realize I had a message! I’m going to do Josuke first then Oku!)
“Come on, Josuke! I’m really hungry and it’s been 45 minutes…”
All you want to do is go out to dinner. Anywhere is fine, really, but there’s no food in the apartment and you’re starving. Josuke agreed to a dinner out, but it was only afterwards that you recalled his prima Donna tendencies are at their worst on date nights.
First came the outfit, which took no less than three trial changes to settle on. Then was the worst of it all: the hair. And here he still is, toying with strands that have microscopically fallen out of place with pomade and hairspray in tow.
“C’mon baaaabe, don’t you wanna show off what the other girls won’t be gettin’ tonight?” He shoots a wink from behind the opened bathroom door. Unfortunately, his wit becomes ineffective after 30 minutes of waiting and you’re far past that.
“We’re just getting ramen. It’s no big deal.”
“I just gotta take care of this last piece, okay? Then we’ll be ready!”
He told you “one last piece” four pieces ago.
“It doesn’t matter! It’s just hair, Josuke! Nobody’s gonna care about your hair!”
As soon as the last sentence leaves your mouth you shut it right, realizing immediately that you’ve fucked up. Josuke drops his hair products, eyes firey focused in a way you’ve never seen.
Okuyasu and Koichi told you about this. A few times, really, but you forgot. Of course you forgot.
Josuke steps forward, staring down at you hard enough that you can’t bear to look at his face, and speaks. “What in the fuck did you say ab-“
Mid-sentence a hand wraps around your wrist and pulls. It’s nothing too harsh, but it’s surprising and definitely stings. He’s the scariest you’ve ever seen him. Instinctually you cry out, and that seems just enough to snap Josuke out of it.
“Oh, god, shit…” Already you’re backing away. His offending arm weakly drops to his side. “Babe, I didn’t mean to. I swear!”
All you can respond with is “I think I’m going to eat alone…”
You need some time to cool down and going out to eat just won’t provide enough, so you quietly read some tv magazine at Cafe Deux Magots until things have mellowed. Josuke didn’t follow you out, instead just stood there mouth agape. A part of you wishes he’d arrive in a grand romantic gesture to make up despite your never telling him where you went. He doesn’t show, and so you head back to the apartment.
When you open the door, Josuke has curled himself into a ball on the couch like some sort of small animal, dressed in pajamas and hair now hanging limply around his shoulders. At the sound of the door opening, his eyes immediately turn towards you. They’re red, watery even.
“Babe!” He hops up from the couch with an energy you don’t expect and takes you in his arms tightly, your cheek pressing on his chest as a hand strokes at your hair. “I… I get it if you’re pissed. It’s my fault.”
“I shouldn’t have brought up your hair. I forgot how much it hurts you when-“
“No!” An arm around your back pulls you in. “It’s my fault. It’s all my fault and you don’t gotta forgive me but I’ll beg anyways.”
“I know, babe. I never wanna hurt you.” He repeats the last sentence again. You sometimes forget how sensitive the muscle-bound punk Josuke can be until moments like this when he’s at his most vulnerable. His normally-smooth voice occasionally quivers and he keeps telling you he’s sorry, over and over. “I’m gonna change, y’know. I can’t be like this when you’re around.”
“I trust you, Josuke. I know you won’t do it again.”
“Babe… you really are somethin’ special. I’m such a lucky guy.” He flinches, then smiles as you reach up to wipe at his tears. With anyone else around he’d be too proud to show them, but here and now he simply smiles down at you brightly despite the glimmering evidence of the cry he’s been having. “How ‘bout we break out the N64 and I make my special honey some popcorn, okay? With a free back rub too.”
