Curate, connect, and discover
a/n: i kinda wrote this while thinking abt seroki. also it’s 2:20am rn so i might delete this when i wake up.
you lay awake under the cool sheets with him. you’ve both come down from the high and he is sleeping soundly curled next to you. his skin touching yours. but you find yourself not being able to drift off as smoothly as he did, mind too busy over analyzing every detail of the dinner you had with his father hours prior.
how his smirk grew when his dad called you such names and warned him how you would ‘bring him down in his career’. you couldn’t help but wonder if shouto was only interested in you so get could get back at his dad in a way. picking the most damaged, low life he could find to bring home. you knew his dad wouldn’t exactly approve of your ‘lifestyle’ to say, but you never thought your one and only would let all the insults wash over before defending you, if you could even call it that.
“they’ll only bring you down in life, think about your career, Sho!”
“so! want me to go marry one of the perfectly selected girls i know you have lined up for me?! how sick are you! i don’t care what you think of my partner because your two cents don’t matter to me!”
not even really defending you. just insulting him. throwing more salt in the wound his father has for being so absent in his life.
you didn’t think twice about the way he wiped the tears you wept in the taxi home away and carried you to the bedroom when you got home. in that moment you just needed to be loved by him. and he did that. but hours later, in the almost morning, you rethink everything. you wish you had the courage to start a fight about this whole ordeal. how you truly didn’t feel like he loved you, just loved the reaction he got from his dad. you’ve planned out exactly what you’d say too but you won’t because you’ve grown too attached to this life you created with him. even if this safe heaven for you is just a little bonus for pissing his dad off.