Just the sight of Ran and Rindou’s smug smiles was enough to ruin Kakucho’s day.
As if having a hard mission where his target nearly drove a screwdriver into his head wasn’t enough, he had to contend with their snide grins and shifty eyes when he returned back to Bonten HQ, bloodied and slightly weathered.
His irritation had boiled over after the second furtive glance Rindou shot at his brother in a minute. “What?”
Snapping their lilac eyes towards each other unlike those creepy twins from The Shining, they smirked. “So,” Ran started. “Did you do it?”
Kakucho frowned. Was there a brief and he missed it? He went over the meetings they’ve had this past week and came to a drawing blank.
“Y/N,” Ran snickered. “Did you fuck her hard?”
Kakucho froze. He regarded them with a glare. “Stay out of people’s business,” he muttered churlishly. It had been a few weeks since their near altercation at the club and there was little doubt that Ran and Rindou were aching for a rematch.
He cracked his knuckles and Ran’s eyes glittered. “I’ll take it as a no.”
Ever since that night when you had made your desires apparent to him, the both of you had tried your very best to go back to the way things were; but on some simmering level underneath layers of forced normalcy, something had… changed.
You were testier than usual. He had first chalked it up to PMS and bought you your favourite snacks which had made you lighten up for a bit, but then you’d become withdrawn and distant again.
Sex was… uneventful. He was horrified at the bruises you endured from his rough mistreatment and vowed he would never lay a finger on you like that ever again. It was one thing to live in a world of violence, but it was another thing to let it seep into his home life.
The thing was… you weren’t making it any easier.
For every gentle press of his lips on your skin, it would be reciprocated with distance. He could tell you were struggling with some inner demon that had awoken from that night, and Kakucho wished you would just talk to him.
