#[ also mc and eiji are very cute when angst isn't involved ; u ; but also. angst it what makes them

[solivcgant]

@knifvd​ thank you for always providing the angst even in 2k22(ಡ‸ಡ)

 IT’S  ONE  OF  THOSE  NIGHTS  ;  dressed  to  the  t  in  white  dress  ,  perfect  ,  not  a  stain  from  the  party  ,  her  father  having  been  so  prone  to  throwing  them  ,  to  show  off  ,  be  philanthropic  ,  show  what  a  perfect  princess  of  a  daughter  he  has  ,  scrubbing  her  of  all  personality  she  has  left  .  booze  dances  on  her  tongue  (  he’s  tried  to  scrub  you  of  everything  ;  wash  the  sins  and  everything  left  of  you  that  sparkles  ,  placated  until  you’re  nothing  more  than  another  piece  of  clay  for  him  to  mold  .  but  you  were  born  fighter  ;  crimson  dripping  from  teeth  ,  rotting  and  attempting  to  burn  the  streak  marks  of  the  scrubbing  solution he  tried  to  drench  you  in  :  some  kind  of  plain  girl  with  not  a  thought  in  her  head  ) as  she  approaches  the  other  .  hands  are  still  wrapped  ,  still  HEALING  from  the  incident  that  had  happened  just  a  week  ago  ,  and  they  tremble  around  the  bottle  of  water  she  had  so  graciously  brought  with  her  to  his  place  .                  eyes  water  ,  burn  with  anger  and  sadness  that  she’s  spent  years  pushing  back  over  and  over  again  ,  flushed  cheeks  and  sniffles  surrounding  in  the  hallway  of  his  place  ,  and  when  the  door  opens  ,  eyes  look  up  towards  him  ;  almost  worshipping  at  the  idea  of  safety  so  plainly  in  front  of  her  . bottom  lip  trembles  and  bandaged  hands  find  themselves  wrapping  around  his  waist  ,  head  so  neatly  tucked  into  the  crook  of  his  neck  ,  “  eiji  ...  “ whine  that  turns  into  sobs  of  relief  while  being  in  his  arms  ,  the  familiar  feeling  of  his  fingers  threading  towards  her  hair  gently  ;  it  all  comes  crashing  down  ,  tears  streaming  down  her  face  as  she  pulls  him  closer  ,  as  if  afraid  he  might  disappear  if  she’s  not  too  careful  .  “  i  don’t  ...  i  can’t  ---  “              mc  to  pull  away  ,  just  for  a  moment  ,  cupping  cheeks  in  her  bandaged  hands  ;  booze  still  strong  on  her  breath  .   “  run  away  with  me  .  please  . “  voice  cracks  as  she  begs  , eyes  watering  as  she  searches  his  eyes  for  something  .  “ please  ,  @solivcgant   .  “

he always HATED whenever mc left for party nights alone. it wasn't because he didn't trust her while all the potential suitors hovered around to get a chance with the heiress. after all, he KNEW better than anyone that she was out of his league. ( and her father would gladly remind him of this every time they met ) instead, it was because he felt POWERLESS when she came back looking lost and defeated. a stark contrast from the lively girl he joked with in his apartment just hours before. and hearing her cry as he held her only made his heart shatter more. 

he KNOWS she goes alone to prove that she’s capable enough to inherit her position without her father erasing her personality. and that she can also protect him and their fragile relationship from her father’s constant meddling. but he hated knowing he couldn’t do anything to help her when he promised to protect her.

               another CHILDISH promise made by a silly boy thinking he could do more.

as he looked into her eyes he couldn’t help but wonder if she would regret running away with him the next morning. he had no name or funds to solidify her position in the business world. she’d bear the brunt of all the jokes for dating someone BELOW her status. but he was confident that he could still make her happy. and wasn’t that the most important--? carefully placing his hands over hers, he gave them a gentle squeeze to remind her that he would ALWAYS be on her side if she’d allow him. 

“if we leave now, we can probably catch the last train out of the station..” maybe he was being IRRATIONAL and caught up in the moment with her, but he’ll provide her with the escape that she desperately needed. giving her bandaged hands one last gentle squeeze, he reluctantly let go and reached for the door knob to swing his door open. “do you need to grab anything from inside before we go?”