#why shuya gotta be so mean and nasty

[dejwritesarchived]

Pssst *opens wallet* how much for a Shuya angst fic—after what we just talked about my mind is spinning😭😭

HE WAS SURE HE GOT HIS ANGER FROM HIS FATHER. When you grow up witnessing your father use his hands to express his anger in such a bloody way, what do you expect? Perhaps Shuya's words were a bit harsh. He was a blunt person. An asshole by nature if you asked some. The ones whose face he bashed in when they were late on paying their debt off. Large rough hands that have been stained with others' blood countless times. Burning up his own clothes with blood splatters on them. Being his father's son was the reason he was such an angry man.

Currently passing back and forth in his office, fingers combing through his messy hair, tie to his nicely tailored suit loosened around his neck. Despite hating his father's guts, Shuya still hated to disappoint the guy. So finding out a man who was in debt with his father had fleed New York City caused the eldest Sato brother to grow easy. Guzzling down the expensive scotch in his glass before eventually grabbing the bottle and taking a long sip from it. He's plopping down in the large black chair, his youngest brother on FaceTime on the giant Apple desktop computer screen.

"Don't panic, we have men in each state that could track him down. Plus dad's been getting sicker and sicker, he probably doesn't even fuckin' remember who owes him," Shao answered truthfully. "But we gotta find him, people find out people that are in debt with us is getting away...it's not a good look."

"I know that Shao. Thanks for being fucking captain obvious," Shuya rudely spat at his brother as his head fell back on the chair he was sitting in.

"No need to get rude, asshole, but I have to go. I have to officially finalize this deal with this gang." Shao says. "Just don't stress out about it, make your men work overtime to try to locate him. For all we know, he probably still in New York City."

The call ended leaving Shuya alone with his own thoughts. Even when his father was close to croaking, he still could feel the harsh burden burning at the pit of his stomach at the thought of disappointing him. He took another sip of his alcohol hearing his office door creak open. When he saw the beautiful woman at his door frame, on usual days his cock would instantly get hard at the sight of her. Tugging her in for a stern kiss while his large hands cup at her asscheeks. She always playfully pushes him claiming that his version of PDA is gross. [Y/N].

He didn't really want to be bothered right now. Especially with the shit that's been piling up on his plate at the moment.

"I don't really want to be bothered right now [Y/N], I'll get my driver to drive you back home." Shuya firmly said as his eyes were glued to his phone attempting to get updates on the current situation.

"But you promised we'll go out to dinner tonight. I spent two hours getting ready and you're not even properly dressed and you're already drinking," [Y/N] lip gloss-covered lips parter. Her arms crossed over her chest. Her skin already radiating so much heat in annoyance. He didn't even bother to look at her and take in her beauty.

"I said I don't want to be bothered right now." Shuya firmly repeated as he's leaning over, taking another sip of the alcohol in the bottle.

"You said that last time." [Y/N] argued. Even though he had already made up for canceling the last date (at the last minute), it still pierced her heart even thinking about it. So here the young woman was challenging the eldest Sato brother with so much confidence.

"I know what I fuckin' said. I made up for it, didn't I? You're literally wearing it." Shuya spat at her as his brown-colored eyes went back to his phone.

[Y/N]'s mouth gasps open. Her hands are firmly placed on his desk as she's leaning forward. "Is it another woman? I know you seem to can't keep your shit in your pants Shu, so I wouldn't be shocked if you fucked another woman."

"You're pushing it [Y/N]. Just go home, we'll talk about it tomorrow. I just have-"

"No, we're going to talk about right now. Are you fucking other women?"

Shuya's nostrils flare as he's breathing in a sharp breath. He was getting frustrated at her actions, her words. No, it wasn't frustration. It was annoying. Why couldn't she understand that he just didn't want to be bothered right now? He had shit to clear up right now.

But instead of communicating that with her. He chose the same route his father used to do with his mother, pushing her away.

"Do you want me to fuck other women? I can call up Isabella right now and fuck her right here in front of you." Shuya says as he looks at her. The same challenging eyes that she once was giving him softened. That tug some strings.

"You're such an asshole, go-ahead..go fuck Isabella. I don't care."

"I will and I'm going to enjoy it too," Shuya says. He's really watching himself ruin a perfect relationship.

[Y/N] lips parted to argue, but instead, she twirled around in her red bottoms leaving his office. The door slammed shut so aggressively behind her it caused a picture that was on the wall to collapse to the floor.

Shuya's head fell back into the chair once again as he took a sip out of the bottle once again. His hands trembling out of stress, frustration, and anger.

"FUCK!" He would yell before tossing the bottle halfway across the room as it collided with the light-colored walls.

There you go Shuya Sato pushing away people again?