Ayato Kirishima x Reader: Maltreat

" Because I did. I missed you Y/N. "

I looked up at him, and for once he didn't have the same stoic look he always did.

His expression was different.

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Remorseless bastard, how can he look at me with that expression. 

My brows furrowed as he looked at me, his expression seemed earnest but I knew, it was all a lie.

" Liar. " My voice, somewhat raspy seemed hollow as if I was speaking in a different manner. 

His expression didn't change, he only continued gazing at me earnestly, a face of longing. 

" Why would I lie F/N? " 

The words he said, sounded soft, unlike his usual blunt tone and expression.

It confused me and made me want to shove a blade right through his chest, for he deserves it... after everything. 

My fists had clenched, without me knowing it, my knuckles had begun to turn a paler color than my skin tone. 

I stopped and opened up my hand, letting regular circulation run through them. 

Taking my eyes off of him, I looked at the window behind him where he entered, as he always has before. 

I scoffed and turned back my attention towards him, my glare could be felt as he had sighed and begun walking towards me. 

He took his overcoat off, casually letting it drop to the floor, my face heated up at the action easily enough so I quickly turned away from him. 

I really must be stupid...

I looked back towards his direction but found him now sitting on my bed, facing me, with his bright azure violet eyes, which now seemed a bit less intimidating. 

" Did you think about seeing me? " A tone unlike another...

His hand caressed the side of my neck and cheek, his hand was cold but soft, per usual.

I found myself gawking at him, unable to hold my anger which turned into utter pain, to which I found myself reaching out to him.

My arms trembled as I did this, along with my hands.

Nodding in response, I felt my mind break a little, along with a part of me. 

He smiled and nodded, almost to himself and accepted my touch, to which I felt incredibly happy and delighted, for he has never once accepted any type of affection I have ever tried giving him. 

He let me wrap my arms around his back and I delightedly squeezed him at a reasonable force, but I found myself saddened by this and felt my eyes form tears. 

My eyesight quickly began to blur and I easily let out a mess of sobs into him, quietly but not entirely able to hide it.

His hand reached up and patted my back, along with my head which he slowly started caressing, in an attempt to comfort me, but it definitely made it worse.

My sobs began to get louder and my futile attempts at stopping were to no avail.

I could not hold back the seething avalanche of tears which attempted to wash away my agony. 

So instead, I sat there, clinging to him, silently screaming, and suffocating with each drop of liquid my eye shed.