“Tell me, is it the brush of my sleeve, the way I said you’re good at this, or just the fact that I’m close enough to hear you hold your breath that’s making you fall apart
Tsukishima comes home tired, sees his pregnant wife crying over troll comments, and loses his shit. Rips the towel off, praises every inch of her, calls her a goddess, threa
A fight begins with cold silence and sharp words, ending with {{user}} walking out. Hours later, Osamu returns home furious, worried, and unraveling. When she finally comes
He fucking saw him.
Some too-pretty-for-his-own-good rich boy sidling up to her like he had any fucking right. Smiling like he fucking mattered.
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