Is it too much to ask? || Rayne Ames
Rayne Ames x GN!Reader
Rayne Ames, the Divine Visionary and prefect of Adler Dormitory, is a busy man. He knows to himself that he loves you, but he just doesn’t know how to express it. You, however, are left alone all the time, and it slowly exhausts you. Is asking for his time really too much?
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Ი𐑼⋮ ⌗ ┆ Word Count: 1k
Ი𐑼⋮ ⌗ ┆ Content Warning: Strong language (swearing)
Ი𐑼⋮ ⌗ ┆ Cross-posted on AO3
Ი𐑼⋮ ⌗ ┆ Author’s note: Hi! This story was inspired by that one Gojo head canon (on Tiktok) where he had a heated argument with reader.
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Rayne Ames silently dragged his feet at the very end of the corridor where his room was located, far from the others. It was already past midnight, and there were no signs of anyone awake—the rooms were silent and the corridor was dark. Rayne expected you to be asleep as well, but when he opened the door of his dorm, the light was still on.
You sat on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, waiting for him to fully settle down. You were just silently watching him move, removed his robe and shoes, and fixed his things.
Rayne noticed your silence, and he could feel your eyes piercing through him. "Why are you still awake?"
"Where were you?" You asked, voice dangerously low.
"I had things to do." He simply said without looking at you.
You stood up from the bed, voice rising. "For five fucking days, Rayne!"
You knew well enough that he was a busy man. Being the Divine Visionary and prefect of the Adler Dorm at the Easton Academy sure was never easy. He had a lot of works to do, and barely even had time for you. But it was fine, you understood it. You were a very understanding person, so you just wait for him. However lately, it had been extremely exhausting.
Rayne let out a deep breath, it was a mixed of tiredness and irritation. "I was busy."
"Busy…" The word left your lips bitter, "Or you didn't really think of me?"
He finally looked at you, irritation flashing behind those yellow eyes. "You know I had a lot of things to do, some of which are unexpected and not in my schedule."
"You're making me feel ignored." You took a step closer to him, chest tightening each time.
Rayne snapped, voice low and sharp. "I'm not ignoring you."
A bitter laugh escaped your lips, "You are, Rayne. To the point that I feel like I have to beg for your attention!"
His jaw clenched as he walked past you, "I don't have time for this, Y/n."
You stared at him in disbelief, his words hit something inside you. It hurts more than anything.
You turned around and face him, "You never do! You never had any time for me. You couldn’t even update me of your whereabouts!"
Rayne dragged his hands across his face in frustration, his fingers digging into his temples. "I thought you knew what you were getting into when you entered this fucking relationship!"
His loud voice cut through the walls, it was enough to freeze you in place. You were dazed and silent for a moment, but you refused to falter.
"I did, I knew it from the very beginning. I still risked and committed because I love you. I understood everything…Do you even know I’m waiting for you?" You felt your eyes tearing up and your voice cracking, but you continued. "And how about me, Rayne?"
"You're asking for too much, Y/n." He spoke harshly, his words breaking you into pieces.
The small question you asked earlier had led to a messy argument with Rayne. The silent nights you'd spent alone, turned into a sea of unspoken words and resentment.
You shook your head as tears spilled down your cheeks. "I'm only asking for you time, a little of your time, and for pete's sake that is bare minimum!"
"I can't do that," he admitted, voice laced with anger.
You stared at him in incredulity, your eyes shutting tight for a second. "Then why are you with me?"
He stared back at you, "Because I want to." He said it like it was the most easiest thing in the world.
"Do you still even love me…or you just want to be with me because I'm the one who's always here?"
The question hung in the air, it was left there lingering for a second. This time, his silence made it feel like it was the hardest question he had ever heard.
You scoffed, you find the situation ridiculous. "You couldn't answer it."
"Damn it! Of course, I do. You're just making this harder than it should be." Rayne's voice became louder again, edged with desperation. "I'm tired, let's call this a night."
"And so am I…" You whispered, still crying. "I'm tired and sick of this, I'm tired of waiting for you all the time. I'm tired of begging you to notice me, to see me, to hear me."
Rayne couldn't deny it. He could see you hurting, he could see the pain in your eyes. The pain that wasn't caused by any enemy, but him. The pain he didn't know how to take away because he caused it.
"Then don't wait." He murmured, he pretended it didn't hurt him.
You paused, his words only made you cry even more. You didn't know what went wrong. You didn't know what happened between you two. You just realized he was slowly slipping away, hurting you more than he ever loved you.
"Yea, maybe I shouldn't anymore." You turned around before he could say anything. You picked up your hoodie, then went out, slamming the door behind your back.
Rayne regretted it.
He regretted those words he said and those he couldn't say. He was hurt too, but he knew your pain couldn't compare to his. You were right all along, all you ever asked for him was his time. And inside those 2 years you were together, it was the first time you asked for it. He realized, you'd been enduring a lot because of him. Those lonely and sleepless nights you spent waiting for him. Those times you were training alone, studying alone, eating alone, spending your free time alone. He couldn't imagine the pain he had caused you.
He loved you, and despite everything, he still does. That's for sure. He just couldn't express it, he couldn't say it. And now that the two of you were falling apart, now that he realized his mistakes—he was stuck.
He loves you, but he's hurting you too.
Would it be better to let go than to stay?
