#hes only gna get meaner but dats oki cus dats what we want :3

[prettiedup]

“you’re cryin? really?” irritation is blatant in yuji’s voice. his light brown eyes bore at your face as he observes the fat tears sliding down your cheeks. there’s a pout on your lips that he wants to kiss away but chooses not to. 

“you’re being s-so mean, yu.” you whimper. you’re looking up at him with that adorable pout, and those teary doe eyes. your fingers are fiddling with the hem of his shirt. yuji gets so weak when you act like this.

“‘m not bein mean, angel. you’re just.. you’re not thinking right now.” he reasons. he tries to give you lead way. he knows you can be.. too trusting. like right now, agreeing with some girl you met two weeks ago online to go to a nightclub in an area you nor yuji has ever heard of. when you first proposed your plans to him yesterday, you were met with an unforgiving “ no ''.

you pull tighter on his shirt, it’s your own way of showing the anger that you fail to vocally communicate. yuji ignores your tugging and instead cusps your face. his large hands cover your cheeks, they aren’t as soft as yours. they’re an example of what he’s been through. his thumbs lay under your eyes, stopping the tears like a dam.

“you don’t know her, angel.” yuji reminds you. he looks deep into your eyes with every word. he hopes his words are going through to your head. you have a frustrating habit of hearing yuji talk, but not listening to what he’s saying.

“yes i do! i know her favorite color, and her favorite number, and her favorite food, and and— i jus know so much about her, yu.” you place your hands on top of his.

“she could be lyin, angel.” yuji sighs. “y’know what? none of that matters. my answer is no, and that’s final.” he removes his hands away from your face.

you whine out as you let go of his shirt. “i don’t care what you say! ‘m grown a-and i can make my own decisions!” you declare boldly.

yuji has to stop himself from laughing directly at your face. you still call him when you get lost in a city you’ve been living in for years. there was also this one time, he had a full and busy schedule but your car’s oil needed to be changed. he thought you would be responsible enough to go to the mechanic shop on your own. oh boy, was he wrong. later that day, the two of you cuddled in bed. you were happily chatting about your day while yuji sleepily listened. he was quickly shaken out of his sleepiness when you suddenly mentioned you were charged over a thousand dollars. needless to say, you’ve never gone to a mechanic shop by yourself again.

“oh really?” yuji’s eyebrows lift. he gives you a look of faux shock before a frown tugs on his lips. “alright, then.”

you pause at the calmness he’s displaying. he’s too calm at your stubbornness, way too calm. yuji only squints his eyes at you before walking away. you bite your lip as you replay the conversation that just happened. even while deep in thought, your feet move on their own, following behind him like a lost puppy.