No More Promises
(Heartbroken!Reader x Tsukiyama Shuu)
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!
Tsukiyama rocked back and forth from his heels to the tips of his toes as he waited for a reply. When there came none, he tried again for the tenth time.
“Go away,” your voice was muffled through the thick oak door, but there was something distinctly different about your tone. You tried to sound flat, monotone, but there was no conviction there. No annoyance. You didn’t care who was at the door, you just wanted them to go away.
“But I came all this way just to see you~.”
Usually Tsukiyama’s voice sent an irritated shudder through your body. You felt absolutely nothing as you replied, “I don’t care.”
You felt each vibration of the door against your spine as he knocked again in another series of three raps. This time the strikes were a bit more insistent. You considered opening the door just so you could slam it in his face, but you knew it wouldn’t make you feel better. He’d go away. Eventually.
~ONE HOUR LATER~
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!
You allowed the back of your head to hit the door as each knock rattled the hinges. Tucking your knees even closer to your chest, you buried your face between them. “Go away.”
There was a slight pause. You waited for a moment, listening closely for any sign of movement. When you didn’t hear any, you allowed a raspy sigh to deflate your body. Finally, you were alone again. The simple knowledge of your solitude was enough to make you start crying again.
But you needed to cry.
And loudly. You suppressed the sobs that wracked your body, hiding your face between your hands and scrubbing at your aching eyes with trembling fingers. You felt so cold sitting on the hardwood floor, your feet bare and your nightclothes a bit disheveled from your restless attempt at sleep last night.
“Shhh…” Someone pulled you into their arms, enveloping you in their scent. You were overwhelmed by a subtle perfume reminiscent of roses and lilacs. For a moment their warmth seemed to seep into your heart, but this did nothing more than send all of your emotions rushing out in a fit of babbling, crying, and sobbing.
Tsukiyama stroked your (hair color) locks gently, his slender fingers working out any tangles and smoothing each strand. His shoulders tensed as he felt your hands grip the fabric of his suit. You buried yourself closer into his chest, your tears soaking through to his skin. You shivered slightly as you felt his deep exhale wash over your neck. “What happened?”
“What do you mean she’s not working today?” Tsukiyama tilted his head curiously at Yoshimura. Touka eyed the two of them suspiciously as she finished cleaning off the last of the tables.
“She received a phone call late last night while we were cleaning up. Afterwards she asked for the week off.” Yoshimura placed a dishrag on the counter and shook his head. “I didn’t ask for any details.”
A quiet chime caused Tsukiyama to flinch slightly as a human couple strolled into the café. He flashed Touka a bright smile before slipping past them and out into the street.
A smile never felt so forced before. Tsukiyama knew there had to be something terribly wrong, but he never imagined he’d end up in a situation quite like this one. You couldn’t even get enough breath to form a coherent sentence.
“I’m sorry,” his words were soft and they came without thinking. He closed his eyes, unsure of what was happening. All he knew was that he was highly aware of you right now. He was highly aware of everything about you. Your scent, your touch, the heat radiating off of your skin as you pulled him closer. And he wasn’t looking at you as his prey. Not right now. All he could do was mutter sweet nothings, meaningless to you, in French. The words sounded like a song, but you were much too tired to try translating any of it. Therefore, it was just an endless stream of beautiful nonsense.
The ticking of the clock was the only thing keeping the silence at bay as Tsukiyama sat there, holding you. You were half asleep, too tired to cry and too numb to care that there was a ghoul in your home, possibly waiting to devour you as you slipped into unconsciousness. You sniffled, forcing yourself to swallow.
“How can someone promise to love you forever then just stop loving you? No reason. Just…stop,” you sounded so dead, so broken, that Tsukiyama couldn’t help but wrap you in his arms just a little tighter. He shook his head slowly.
“Why do humans do any of the things they do? Or ghouls for that matter,” he added the last part quietly, more to himself than to anyone else. He could feel your tired eyes watching him carefully. He rested his head against the wall as he added, “By the way, I left the back door unlocked. I assumed there was a reason you left it that way.”
You closed your eyes, allowing your fatigue to take over. “You can lock it on your way out.”
You weren’t telling him to leave, nor were you inviting him to stay. Either way, you didn’t really care. You weren’t even embarrassed that he’d seen you this way. All you wanted to do was sleep. Sleep and forget. Tsukiyama closed his eyes as well.
“I promise not to hurt you. You don’t need to worry. Go to sleep.”
He felt his heart flutter painfully as a tear dripped down your cheek and patted his hand. You took a moment before speaking to try and calm your nerves. “No more promises.”
Touka remained hidden in the dark of night, her eyes glowing red as she readied herself to attack. She didn’t trust Tsukiyama, didn’t understand his motives. You were her friend, and she would never allow you to be devoured by a Gourmet. She saw Tsukiyama mouth something and plant a small kiss on your temple. His actions confused her, but the sick feeling in her stomach remained nonetheless.
“Dors bien, mon amour.”