hitoya amaguni x fem!reader
wc: 644
tags: hitoya is sick/indirect kiss
not beta read!
i wrote this for a friend i made playing and talking about hypnosis mic with. she really likes hitoya san! i do too in a sexy older man way! ... um... its 🎀!! @sugarcookiesheep !
you sniffed at the air as you entered mr. amagunis office. the room carried the familiar odor of whiskey and cigarettes. but it was much stronger today. “are you feeling better mr. amaguni?” you asked hopefully with a small stack of papers held against your chest. you were greeted with a hefty sniffle. that would be a no. you gave the older man a small smile as you closed the door behind you.
hitoya amaguni has caught a cold. it could be from him overworking in the law firm late nights. it could also be from his refusal to wear anything that would ruin his styled hair. “ahhh, its nothing too bad. dont worry about me.” he chuckled nasally, wiping at his reddened nose with a crumpled tissue. “you should take the next few days off. you might get someone sick… like a client.” you warned and placed the small stack of papers on the corner of his desk with a frown.
you adored the drive your boss held. you wanted to be more like him in terms of working hard. but there is such thing as working too hard. mr. amaguni didnt agree with you. “come an’ sit with me for a while. we dont have any clients coming in for another few hours. i wont get you sick.” he assured you that it would be fine if you stuck around his office for a while longer.
maybe he just wanted some company. of course, you would give it to him seeing his eyes all wet and hopeful. it would be nicer if he invited you on a healthier day. you sat in a leather seat, noticing near the opposite corner of his desk was the culprit to the whiskey smell.
it was a small electric warmer, heating up a glass of alcohol with some other things thrown into it. a slice of lemon, a cinnamon stick… even what looked like a few white flower petals. your boss caught you eyeing the concoction and gave a weak laugh. “im sorry if its strong. i wanted to make a drink since im not feeling well. care to try it doll? i havent done anything but pour the liquor in.” he raised his hands in defense.
you wont get sick, his lips havent touched it yet. “what is it?” you were curious as you leaned closer, your fingers hovering near the glass as mr. amaguni explained the cocktail. whiskey and all sorts of sweet things to help combat a cold. and the actual cold weather. you raised a brow and eyed your boss who nervously laughed. “hey, im sick, i can have one drink. its not sugary.” you wanted to disagree but seeing how he reached for another tissue and sniffled softened your heart. you didnt want to scold a sick person. “ill taste it since you probably cant.” you teased with a small grin forming.
you held the glass of whiskey to your lips. the scent of lemon, cinnamon, and honey tickled your nose. it was strong, but not strong enough to make you flinch away. you gave the warm drink a sip, feeling the cocktail coat the lining of your throat and soothing any possible ailments you mightve had. your face was warm now, and the cinnamon lingered on your tongue. “well?” he asked, curious for your rating.
you placed the glass onto the electric warmer with a nod. noticing a smear of your lipstick had stained the rim. “make me one if i get sick?” you asked and eyed the glass a second time. part of you wanted another sip. hitoya promised when he felt better he would make you a hot toddy for you to enjoy all on your own. for now? he needs it the most. and he was sure to kiss the spot where your lipstick was left behind.
Can I request hitoya and ichiro with an introvert anxious reader who's afraid to communicate please
Hitoya and ichiro with an introverted! GN! s/o
GNreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;
-Hitoya doesn't tolerate any weakness and whines from people around him, but he does understand the difference between abuse of victim status, when someone just keeps hiding behind this wall, without any tries to change and actually a soft person who's just much more pacifistic than this world will tolerate.
-Overprotective af, always asking about your well-being. Quiet introverted people get bullied for their behavior too often for your boyfriend not to think about it, and everytime he looks at your face he can't help but worry about your life when he's not here.
-"How are you today? Is everything good?" - his always perpetually furrowed brows relax a little when Hitoya gets closer to you, watching your eyes very vigilant. - "Mm, I'm glad to hear that.."
-That's why Hitoya is trying to spend more time with you in the evenings after work. Your presence in his house as you sit together soothes his nerves as much as his unspeakable care relaxes you.
-With your fear of communication, he wouldn't get too touchy, as this peaceful atmosphere in still air is enough expression of love for you both. No words, only clothes rustling and his muffled coughs as Hitoya reading something with a serious face.
-But that doesn't mean he wouldn't be glad to listen to your mumble about the day or some special thing that impressed you. Difference between your and his attitude is actually so amusing, and seeing you being so open to him, without any anxiety or shyness makes corners of his lips lift up.
-And if you actually feel bad, Hitoya's here, ready to hold you tight in his warm protective hug. He's an experienced old man and knows how to choose the right words to calm someone down, especially his own partner who his value more than anything.
-"Come here, my dear.." - voice so soft as he pressed a small kiss to your forehead, hand on your back, stroking your trembling shoulders. - "Shh, I'm here.. I'm here for you."
-Life already gives him too many lessons about how important our everyday casual words are, and despite him still acting so grumpy and harsh with people around, for you Hitoya is the most soft person in the world. Never raising his voice or roasting you for your fears, only scolding with tired sighs yet without any rancor. -Cause you are you, and he loves the way you are, with your wrong and weak side. But that doesn't mean he wouldn't guide and help you to get rid of it, starting with your communication problems. Hitoya's hand always holding your own so tightly whenever you two in public, slow drags of his thumb around your knuckles soothes your trembling in fear soul. And if you get in a crowd he would push you closer, murmuring that everything is okay and you shouldn't be afraid. He's here, after all.
-And if someone even dares to laugh at you, this person is dead. As your boyfriend can deal with such disgusting people very easily and only in one way.. and they should thank goddess if Hitoya wouldn't be able to find too much info about them that would be enough to send them to prison. Well, but at least he ruined their reputation very well.
-Cause, after all, Hitoya's here to help you get through any problems you will have during your differences from this cruel world.
-As a more easygoing and cheerful person it's hard for him to experience the full depth of your fear yet Ichiro can understand this mood when you don't want to see anyone, as he can enjoy some alone time too sometimes.
-Well, that means you both will find joy in quiet dates in his house, watching another anime your boyfriend finds..! As a hardcore nerd, he really appreciates such quality time together all alone, especially if you find it more comfortable than an energetic date on the loud streets of Ikebukuro.
-"Here, I'm sure you would like this one..!" - his casual big smile always turns into some soft and gentle one whenever you two were so close.
-Cause despite his ebullient soul, Ichiro is very attentive and compassionate to other people, and especially you. Even if he is your boyfriend now, he's still kinda nervous to bring some uneasy feelings to you, that's why he treats you like a porcelain doll sometimes, all tender and caring.
-Also, Ichiro himself gets kinda nervous when it's about something more romantical.. You're sitting here, all coy and timorous, he's sitting next to you, with an awkward smile and uncertain with his sudden shyness, and you both have no idea how to ask for some hug or even kiss without falling unconscious.
-Yet from his perspective, it's even better that you both are so insecure - it means you can help each other improve yourself! Slowly surmount step by step in this path together, hand in hand.
-Of course he finds it really cute when you cling to him like that, anxious from the amount of people on streets, of course he loves to calm you down, showering you with soft attention and care when you feel sad.. Ichiro fell in love with you because of who you are, after all, for this difference between your fragile soul and his more stoic character.
-Yet as your lover, Ichiro wants to see your sincere smile more often, and fill your soul with confidence, so you wouldn't be that afraid to look at the world outside your room.
-"Come on, you can hold my hand.." - his voice almost drops to whisper as he pat your head, soothing your trembling body. - "Just breathe deeply and don't pay attention to people, okay? No one would hurt you, I promise.."
-He know how to calm you down with his small but deep speeches that come from his golden heart, and it feels like he put piece of his sincere love in every words.
-And the fact that you find peace in his words warms Ichiro's soul very much, as he promises you again and again to be the best boyfriend you will ever find, who's will protect you from any troubles, showing you how to see a bright side of this world.
helloww!! its me hitoya simp again hihihi i'm soo happy to see your requests box are opened so can i req hitoya being jealous with s/o who loves to playing otome and sometimes they ignore him for giving more attention to their oshi?? hahaha i think canonically he's not a person who get jealous so easily but when his loved one ignoring him... 🤷🏻♀️🤷🏻♀️ maybe he'll look soo cuteee wkxbsksnso oh my... i already imagine his pouttie face 🤭🤭
anyway if you feel this is tooo much you can just ignore it, okay? just want you to be happy! 💖 have a nice day, bby 🥰💗 -Y
omg i adore this request haha; so cute! i'm ngl i'm kinda a sucker for this trope, so i hope i was able to do it and hitoya justice! i'm such a simp for him as well 🤧thank you sm for the request, and i hope you enjoy ❤
-pairing: hitoya amaguni x gn!reader
-genre: fluff
-word count: ~1.8k
hitoya wouldn’t necessarily consider himself to be a jealous man.
he was impatient, sure - it’d be a little hard to convince otherwise. and it was rather easy to get on his nerves; he did have a bit of a short temper in a way, though he’d certainly claim that it wasn’t really his fault but simply those of others. he didn’t like to wait too long, and yeah, he did get irritated at the slightest of things. perhaps he was a little protective over you as well, always looking out for you and making sure that you were alright (his temper was even lower towards anyone or anything that hurt you). but hitoya definitely did not get jealous, so easily at least.
and he was impatient - not jealous - with you that evening. that damn switch had taken over your entire attention, and the greeting you gave him was not-so-enthusiastic when he came home that evening. hitoya was a little disgruntled; you always liked to meet him by the door, maybe even sneak in a small kiss here and there, if you got home earlier than hitoya. it was practically routine at this point, a small thing he did look forward to each time (even if he wouldn’t directly admit it, neither to you nor himself). it was warm, it was comforting, and it definitely helped with his stress after such a tiresome day at the firm.
there was nothing better: he’d, at the very least, admit that.
but this time around, you were much too focused on whatever game you had in your hands, not entirely sure what it was. you only gave him a small ‘hey’ when you turn for a split second or so at the sound of the door, no kiss or anything, no asking why he had that characteristic frown and furrowed brows that day. and the smile you gave upon seeing him was cute and warmed his heart, but the smile you had when you turned back to the game at hand was much larger.
no, he was not pouty.
perhaps it had been a long day, and perhaps hitoya had looked forward to coming home today, greeted by your sweet kiss at the door. perhaps a small part of him was somewhat disappointed when you only greeted him so coolly, and perhaps hitoya was a tad annoyed (read: jealous, which he did not get) that you were too focused on a game instead.
“what are you doing?” he asks with a sigh, the slightest bit of poutiness masked irritation in his undertone. you pay no mind and continue on with your game, a new sort of feeling festering at the pit of his gut. it wasn’t too large, but it was a sort of heat, though not the kind of warmth he enjoyed around you. this one felt a bit prickly, in a sense, as if poking him inside and out.
he could clearly see it was some sort of romance game, perhaps one of the many you had talked about before, as he stands above the couch, and hitoya’s furrowed brows and small frown clearly gave his feelings towards it away, if only you could see. ha, that guy that was trying to hit on in-game you stands no chance, he muses.
“playing a game,” you mutter back so nonchalantly, with a shrug of your shoulders. you didn’t seem to pay any mind to the fact that he was behind you, which only made hitoya’s impatience grow. it had been a long day after all, and the fact that you hadn’t given him a kiss yet was blasphemous almost (he was a bit too shy, no matter how he tried to put it, to do so himself really). it was almost as if he couldn’t relax until then.
and the yelp you give as you cut to a kiss scene - so visibly flustered yet excited as the love interest you were going for leans in for a kiss - only serves to make that irritating bubble of warmth within him grow, somehow even more annoyed than the last. your expression was cute, the way you acted so shy at the buildup and climax of it all, which did make him more impatient. it should be directed towards him after all.
oh to be the center of your attention after such a day.
now, hitoya didn’t want to think that he was growing jealous of some game. that’d be embarrassing, and he held too much pride in himself for that. but damn was it getting harder to deny, brows only furrowing more and his frown deepening as he watches you get so flustered and excited over some fictional guy when he was right there. your reactions were cute, definitely, but they’d be even more so if he was the reason.
and the way you looked at your fav, the ever-so-evident sparkles and admiration in your gaze, rather than him made hitoya that much more jealous (though unbeknownst to him, you had the same look, intensified even, towards him). perhaps it even hurt his pride just a tad, to be outcasted by someone not even real.
ok, maybe he was a little jealous.
“he’s not even real?” the annoyance in his tone was starting to bubble over, but only because he was pouty - for lack of a better term - that you were ignoring him for some character behind a screen, no matter how much he may try to deny it. truth be told, hitoya didn’t entirely get it, the entire attraction of otome games. it was confusing to him just a tad, even as you went on and on all about it. he listened, of course, but there was always this prevalent confusion he had, perhaps because he was certainly out of the target demographic, or perhaps because he didn’t even know what it was until you explained it. or maybe he was just confused simply because he was jealous that it was getting all your attention, of course.
“yeah, but he’s cute.” case in point, given the way hitoya could tell with near certainty how your heart fluttered in response to the sudden confession on screen. he knew you all too well by now, unlike that damn heartthrob of yours. and cute? he was much better-looking, surely.
the tiny bit of jealously he felt wasn’t too great, the way it ate at a bit of his gut. hitoya knew it was unreasonable to get jealous over this; it was downright embarrassing for someone as prideful as him, even. but all the nerves and stress from work were starting to get to him, and hitoya had wanted nothing more than to come home and relax in your arms. and yes, he hated to admit, but he was jealous that your attention had mostly gone to whatever was on screen. he was a tad impatient, really.
and he wanted your attention, to fluster you even more so. hitoya wanted to be just a bit petty, to remind you who could truly make you feel such a way.
so he leans in from behind, so close that his lips are barely grazing the tip of your right ear. you can feel the way his breath tickles it, feeling so sensitive that goosebumps appear almost immediately down the length of your arms. you flinch a little in your seat, surprised by how bold your boyfriend had just gotten, and the squeak you let out is involuntary yet so cute-sounding to him. you swear you can feel a slight smirk on your boyfriend’s lips, playing against your ear.
“‘t-toya?!” you mumble, so taken aback by it all and game long forgotten. you turn your cheek to the side almost instinctively, face so close to hitoya’s, nose-to-nose almost. and the blood starts to rush to your head, a look of bewilderment ever-so-present on your face. you were certainly flustered now, more so than before when you were playing your otome game.
and he liked it just like that.
“could he do this?” hitoya whispers ever so quietly, the handsome smirk oh so clear. you notice how close he is, and you’re so certain that he’s leaning in, though maybe that might’ve been nothing more than an illusion. it was so forward, even for hitoya, and you can hear your heartbeat so loud in your ears. it’s difficult to calm yourself when you can actively feel the way you were growing warmer by the second, when the slightest movement had your alertness aroused.
he’s so up close, able to take in the minuscule details of his features, which didn’t help in the slightest. he seems tired, you realize, probably from the long day, but damn was your boyfriend not the most attractive. and you had to fight the urge to not grab his lightly loosened tie and pull him in, to finally feel his lips against yours after such a long day. it’s not as if your own love interest in the game could do so for you, to quell that heart of yours.
it’s clear as day that your flustered reaction is so satisfying to him. he was the only one that could induce it, to have your heart pounding for him in particular.
and yet, just as quick, he pulls away, content with it all. he had finally gotten your attention. perhaps it didn’t feel all too good to get all jealous over an otome character; he felt a little stupid, of course, to have his agitation take over (he never had the best of tempers, i mean). but your flustered reaction and that cute yelp of yours were more than satisfying, to have you more frazzled than that character of yours.
he walks to the bedroom to get ready for bed, smirking rather victoriously to himself. he had gotten your attention, and that was what he wanted.
and you’re left on the couch, trying to calm yourself. your hands go to your cheeks, and you feel how incredibly warm you are, emitting heat as if you were some radiator. you could very well still feel how close he was, your lips ever so sensitive and prickly. how badly you had the urge to kiss him.
oh what an asshole, you think to yourself, pouting just a little for teasing you like that. but what a loveable one at that.
(and when you tease him later on for being jealous of an otome guy, he denies and brushes you off, acting as if you had just suggested something so childish; but you can spot the slightly embarrassed look from a mile away)
-pairing: hitoya amaguni x gn!reader (platonic and/or romantic)
-genre: fluff
there were two things that hitoya loved: office lunch dates and you
after a tiring morning filled with paperwork, and often times meetings with clients, he wanted to be able to sit back and relax for a few minutes or so
and what better way to spend the time with than his best friend
if the two of you had lunch breaks at the same time, you would spend it together at his firm most of the time
chances are, hitoya would still have quite a bit of paperwork to fill out, so he’d have to multitask
although you’d probably have to take charge of the conversation most of the time, hitoya would be intently listening and throw in responses here and there if he also had work to do on top of eating his lunch
it did make things much easier if you were there with him. your company was always something he highly valued
once in a while, you’d drag him to a nearby cafe or even the park to have lunch as you complained that his office was just too stuffy at times
besides, he desperately needed a nice change of scenery from all that paperwork
he needed to see the sun, to soak in that sweet vitamin d, not sit in a swivel chair all day while reading unnecessarily complicated paperwork that he’d have to decode
(plus, his brain could use a rest too)
if the two of you lived together, i could definitely see him going home for lunch if he had the time, especially if you were there to greet him
i could definitely see either you or him making lunch for the other in the morning if any of you got up early or if you both knew that there would be no way to meet up for lunch that day
lunch just tasted a bit better to you both if either of you two made it
although he wouldn’t admit it, hitoya always looked forward to your guys’ lunch dates
not only did you manage to make every convo interesting, but it gave him a chance to vent about any pesky clients or anything else that was troubling him
often times, hitoya found himself having to be the adult and give advice in the situation, so it was a nice change of pace to be on the other end
(let’s be real, talking about your problems to a teen monk delinquent and narcissistic vkei singer who also happens to be quite emotional wouldn’t produce the best results)
you always listened to him and offered advice or even tried to cheer him up
your efforts were quite admirable to say the least, but they never failed to make him smile
Helloo there! I saw that you opened requests for Hitoya so can I get some scenario about Hitoya teach his fem s/o playing guitar??
Thank you so much♡ Don't forget to stay hydrated 'kay? ^^
This is kind of a short scenario, but I thought it was a sweet little moment, so I hope you enjoy! ╰(*´︶`*)╯ Also apologies that you had to wait so long!
Hitoya furrowed his brow while looking at your pose. One minute into Hitoya teaching guitar, and you already felt like giving up. For a while now, you had been asking him to teach you guitar, without any particular reason why. A part of you just wanted another reason to spend time with him all to yourself, but another part of you was actually interested in learning something new. That one minute since the beginning of Hitoya giving in to your requests had been a long one.
“Hey, you need to hold it right before you start playing.”
“Heh?” You tried to hold it like you had seen in videos, but apparently it wasn’t correct. “Okay, is it like this?”
“Hang on. You have to raise your wrist, otherwise your fingers will touch the other strings and mess up the sound. Look.”
With a gentle touch, Hitoya lifted your wrist up. His fingertips were warm, and you forgot what you were even supposed to be doing for a second. Soft and patient… they weren’t words that you would use to describe Hitoya most of the time – he was only like that around you, and usually on purpose. His hand was still on yours as you put the pieces together, realising that soft-mode Hitoya was now a part of everyday Hitoya.
“Aww… that’s nice…” You accidentally said aloud.
“Huh? What about the frets is nice?”
Frets? Oh, Hitoya much have been talking the whole time. So much for some one-on-one time.
“Oh. I uh, zoned out for a sec. Sorry.”
Hitoya sighed fondly, and leaned back. He was sitting opposite you, so you could see his relax himself.
“It’s gonna be a long day, isn’t it? You wanna keep going, or are you too tired to continue?”
“Let’s keep going! I bothered you enough to make you teach me guitar, the least I can do is pay attention!” You said, more determined than before. Maybe it was to apologise; Hitoya wasn’t the most naturally romantic guy, and even though he could understand how you zoned out while being with your partner, he wasn’t too fond of people not listening to him. “I’m not bored or anything, promise!”
“I believe you. Are you sure you want to continue?”
“Yeah!” In a sudden burst of enthusiasm you leaned forward, almost letting the guitar slip to the floor. “Woah!”
“Okay, okay. First teaching point: use the strap.”
“Mm hmm.” You had to bite your lip to avoid making a comment. Somehow, you put the shoulder strap over your head without cracking up. It was going to be a looooooong lesson.
Hitoya deserves love, can i request senario when a fem so is upset because she saw a woman (works with Hitoya in office) clinging to him like a leach and reader, please make it from angst to fluff
I don’t know if the ending counts as fluff, but it’s still a happy ending ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ I hope I can do Hitoya justice as he can be kinda hard to write for, especially with angst, which isn’t my forte as of now (シ_ _)シ This was a fun writing experience though, and I’m happy to get your request!
Either way, I hope you enjoy, and I’m sorry you had to wait so long for this (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃
A new employee at Hitoya’s law firm seemed to take a liking to your boyfriend. It started with a few flirty lines, and nothing more. Hitoya never responded to them, and that was fine. He probably didn’t want to add fuel to the fire. The whole situation was easy to brush it off in the beginning, since you were well aware of how attractive Hitoya was, and that anyone could be under his spell.
The woman in question knew about your relationship with Hitoya too. The two of you weren’t super affectionate in public, especially at work, but she definitely saw the way you lovingly looked at him when he brought you a coffee and some cake during your shift, and the way he softly smiled back at you. After all, she sat right across from you. She would wait a few minutes, tapping her nails on the table, and eventually get up to go to his office. Then, after purposefully leaving the door just open enough for you to see, she would perch on his desk and laugh at every word he said, putting her fingertips to her lips in a faux-shy kind of way. The sight made your heart leap up your throat and thump in your ears.
The worst part was that she was pretty cute, looks wise. If you didn’t know anything about her personality, you would have compared her to the sexy love interest option in an anime. She made office wear look good, and you never saw her look undignified. Sometimes she leaned towards a femme fatale-type. That idea was constantly reinforced every time she placed her hand on Hitoya’s arm, playfully swatting at him when he got grouchy, and batted her eyelashes when she wanted something from him.
If she was doing this to literally any other person in the office – hell, some people there would kill to have this woman dote on them – you would probably find it funny. Her attempts at ‘seducing’ him were bordering on comical.
This whole charade wasn’t private. The office was getting annoyed too. Not by you, of course. The woman was pretty good at her little admin job, so any chance of getting her out of the office relied on her stepping over the line with Hitoya.
Hitoya continued to ignore this woman, but he never shooed her away or told her to stop. There was a tiny voice in the back of your mind, whispering nasty ideas into your head – the possibility that Hitoya was actually enjoying this attention couldn’t be shaken off.
One night, as you were both in bed, you rolled over and asked: “Hitoya, do you love only me?”
He replied, without turning to face you: “Hn? ‘Course, whaddya mean?”
“I just… the new girl at work is kinda clingy with you. Can you tell her to knock it off?”
“She’s not hurting anyone.”
You sat up in bed and rested your hands in your lap, hesitant to look at Hitoya. “Wait, so you’re gonna defend her? But she’s clearly into you. She knows we’re a thing and… please just tell her to quit it.”
There was a momentary silence, and in the dark room you could almost see the woman in front of you, doing her typical sly giggle. Maybe she had already won.
“You’re worrying over nothing. Go to sleep, you’re probably stressed and tired. You’ll feel better in the morning.”
But it had been many mornings since this all began. The clock read 9:45pm. It was too late to go out for fresh air now, and you had work in the morning.
“Okay, goodnight.” You laid back down in bed and laid on your side, facing away from your partner.
“Goodnight.”
You bit your lip to stop yourself from crying, and waited until you could hear Hitoya’s light snoring before feeling relaxed enough to fall asleep.
The next morning, you woke up to an empty bed. There was a note on your bedside table – Hitoya had gone to work early to prep for a few new prospect hires visiting.
Phew! Maybe that woman wouldn’t have to opportunity to bother him today.
Maybe today would be the start of some normality: with everyone keeping an eye on the visitors, most people wouldn’t be too keen on messing around. As you made some food and coffee, you updated yourself on the work group chat. There wasn’t much of it that concerned you, but seeing people’s elaborate excuses on why they couldn’t come in was amusing. That is, until you saw a message from that woman.
There was a selfie of her in the conference room, with Hitoya in the back, occupied with some papers, with the caption: ‘About to teach some newbies what’s up! Kya ahahaha!’
It was hard not to throw up your breakfast. Getting dressed was a struggle, since you wanted to punch every surface in the room.
They were alone in a room, without you. She could be saying god knows what to him, well aware that you wouldn’t be in for at least another hour.
Rushing to get ready and go to the office was an option, but what good would it do?
All you could picture was Hitoya staring down at you, as you burst through the door, dishevelled from rushing there, chiding you for imagining what you said this woman was doing.
When you came to your senses, you were in the office, bursting through the door, just as you didn’t want to do.
“Hey, Boss?” The receptionist said, looking concerned.
“…Yeah? Where’s Hitoya? And why’d you call me ‘Boss’?”
“You’re basically also our boss too. And I dunno where Boss Boss is but, are you okay? Are you like, super tired?” The receptionist gestured to his clothes, implying that something was wrong with yours.
And there was. Because you were not in your work clothes at all. You had come to the office in a hoodie and sweatpants. In your rush to get ready, you had forgotten about looking presentable.
“Oh shit.”
“Hey, Boss. I know it was an accident, if you slip out and come back soon, I’ll just tell people there was traffic. I got your back.”
“Thanks.” You sighed, thankful that someone was on your side for once.
Right as you turned to leave, a piercing laugh came from the conference room entrance. One that was all too recognisable.
‘Of course she had to see this. Just my luck,’ you thought.
Her heels click-clacked as she came closer.
“Oh sweetie, this is just too much! You think that just because you’re banging the Boss man you can show up in whatever clothes you want? What a pathetic little weirdo…” She looked at the receptionist for agreement but he had turned around in second-hand embarrassment.
You were too miserable to try and act polite to her. You’d had enough. All of that jealously that had been bubbling inside you for what felt like years had finally spilled over.
“Why don’t you keep your nose out of our business for once!? You know we’re in a relationship, so why don’t you just fuck off and leave him alone!? If you’re gonna try and sleep around at least go for single people, you freak!” As you raised your voice, tears started streaming down your face. You didn’t care that it made you look even more of a mess. “The only reason we keep you around here is because you’re good at your job! You belong in hell, you demon!”
No more words could properly express how fed up you were, how much you wanted this woman out of sight. Your hands were clutched tight to your chest, which hurt more by the second. You kept your eyes focused on the floor in fear of her reaction. It wasn’t likely that she’d do a 180 and take pity on you.
Instead, you did a 180 and ran out of the building. You could barely see where you were going, but you knew where you wanted to go.
One turn left, a few crossings straight ahead, a couple of right turns, and you were where you and Hitoya had your first ‘date’: a bench next to a vending machine.
That day, he had planned to take you to a fancy restaurant, but it started raining so hard that you had to take shelter in a convenience store for a while, and ended up missing your reservation. When the sky cleared, Hitoya gave you his jacket to shield you from future showers, and bought a couple of drinks to share. The indirect kiss you shared on that canned coffee gave you the strongest butterflies you’d ever felt.
You wanted to feel that same sunshine on your face as then, and see the same rainbow as then, but the sky was cloudy today. Sitting on the bench with your cheeks resting on your fists, you tried to force your mind back into that honeymoon phase. It all seemed so much simpler then, like nothing could stand between you two. Now everything was dreary. Now it was just you, the pit in your stomach, this convenience store, and passers-by.
Someone was walking a hyper-active dog that tried to jump at you. A lady with a small child asked if you were alright, which was nice. A few teens were out looking to cause trouble, though you didn’t care. A group of kids were meticulously counting their money out loud, and yes, they did have enough money to get a soda and a steamed bun. All of these people, going about their lives, reminded you that even in these times where your world was turning upside down, the rest of the world would go on. Even the guy going on a run was just doing his thing. You didn’t look up, but you could hear him running, then stopping just outside the store.
“There you are.” A familiar deep voice said in-between pants.
Your head snapped up. “Hitoya!?”
Hitoya was there, his hands on his knees, catching his breath.
“I heard what happened from Yamashita, at the front desk. I knew where you’d be. She’s gone. You don’t need to worry about her anymore.”
“What?”
“That woman. She’s gone. I kicked her out of the firm. I’m sorry for letting it get to this point.” Hitoya flopped beside you on the bench and took your hands in his. He sounded award, like he was having a conversation that was long overdue. “It was messed up on my end to not say anything. I just figured out that that was worse than doing something. I… You know you’re the only one I have eyes for, you know that? I know I don’t say this romantic sappy stuff a lot, but uh, you’re always what I look forward to seeing, like, you’re really cute right now, even in those clothes. I kinda wanna cuddle you. Hey, let’s take the rest of the day off and go home and do that, yeah?”
You were too stunned to reply with words. It was like a dream come true. That toxic bitch was out of your life, and you didn’t have to see her again. Hitoya was yours, and he was ready to confess – in public, no less – that he really did love you.
After a minute of collecting your thoughts, you replied in a croaky voice: “Yeah, let’s go home. To our home.”
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50) “I think you’re beautiful.”
“They said it wasn’t going to rain until tomorrow!” you squeaked, practically being pulled behind Hitoya as the two of you ran for cover under the closest thing you could find. Fortunately for you, there was a small gazebo in the gardens that was perfectly cozy for the two of you.
“Never trust the weather reporters,” Hitoya said, shooting you a smile as you tried to catch his breath. The two of you practically collapsed onto the bench under the gazebo as you wrung out your clothes that were already drenched.
“I’m sorry, I thought a walk in the park would be a cute date idea,” you chuckled dryly, shaking your head. Hitoya ran a hand through his hair and shook it out a bit before turning towards you.
“It’s fine, I don’t mind. I like the rain,” Hitoya said, reaching out for your hand. You let him take it as you leaned into him.
“I do too, but usually when I’m dry and indoors and wistfully looking out a window,” you told him with a chuckle. “Now I’m all soaked and I look horrible,” you grumbled. Hitoya laughed and shook his head.
“Well, I think you’re beautiful,” Hitoya said, leaning in to press his lips gently against yours. There was silence for a moment as the sounds of rain fell around you, and when he pulled away, you could only whine and wrap your arm around his neck, pulling him back in for another, deeper kiss.
“Your hair is really soft” you commented, touching Hitoya’s locks
“Of course it is” your boyfriend smiled smugly. After finding out how many haircare products does this man have (not even talking about the price), his hair better be soft and luxurious. After all, Hitoya cars about it deeply, spending at least an hour to achieve his iconic look. However, in this small intimate moment, you witnessed Hitoya wearing his hair down.
He just exited the bathroom after having a shower, lazily putting on comfortable shirt and sweatpants. He wasn’t planning on sleeping yet, even though he barely got 7 hours of sleep, instead usually staying up to do paperwork. Instead, he sat down on the couch next to you, letting out a sigh and focusing on the show you had playing on the TV.
Seeing his hair down, you couldn’t help but to ruffle his hair a bit, earning a slight glare for the man. This only prompted you to ruffle it more aggressively, chuckling at your boyfriend’s annoyed reaction.
“Stop that” he said, trying to evenly brush down his now bangs while at the same time escaping your attacks on his hair.
“Why? You are so cute like that” you only chuckled, trying to reach his hair further. This prompted Hitoya to quickly catch your arms in his hands, putting you closer and effectively preventing you from reaching his hair. You were now placed on his lap with your back against his chest. Hitoya’s hands circled around your waist in order to better position you two. Placing a quick kiss on your head as a sign of his victory, he allowed himself to let out a sigh, now relaxing fully with you in his arms.
You, in turn, moving a bit closer, now turning a little in order to place your head on his shoulder and placing a light kiss on the man’s neck.
“Maybe you should leave your hair down sometimes” you commented, eyeing Hitoya’s hair once again. He definitely looked different and unusual. Handsome, nevertheless.
“Not on public for sure” he said back, commenting on not wanting to ruin his ‘professional persona’. After a moment of silence, Hitoya kissed the top of your head and added “maybe only at home.”
“Lucky me” you chuckled at his answer. Setting your eyes on the TV, you now focused on the show before you. After a while, you let out a yawn , which prompted your boyfriend to speak up.
“Sleepy?” he asked, mirroring your yawn, then looking at the time.
“Yeah, a bit” you answered, stretching. Hitoya then nudged you to stand up before suddenly lifting you up, now holding you bridal style.
“Oh, this old man with edgy bangs has some strength left in him?” you said, laughing after Hitoya gave you a dirty glare.
“Shush” he said, pinching your side and earning a small yelp from you. This prompted Hitoya to chuckle, now moving into your shared bedroom. He then unceremoniously dropped you on the bed.
“Oops, excuse this old man” Hitoya said smirking to which you simply chuckled. After the two of you changed and your boyfriend set up his alarm for tomorrow, Hitoya moved closer once again, wrapping his arms around you but not before getting his goodnight kiss.
Considering tomorrow will be a difficult case, he needed all the luck he could get. After a couple of minutes, you two were asleep. Tomorrow, Hitoya would once again style his hair in his unique complicated manner. However, he mentally made a note to wear his hair down more frequently when you two are alone.
