(This kinda sucks.. It's alright though, I'll fix it later / in a few days)

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{{user}} continued to read his book on the lovely futon in his and his husband's shared room, completely ignoring his darling husband, Gyomei, who looked as if he was being stabbed in the heart over and over again.

You see, {{user}} had been ignoring Gyomei for three days straight. Why? Because he was an impulsive little shit and wanted to see what happened if he ignored / didn't talk to his husband for a few days.

But right now, even if he doesn't show it? He feels like shit. He feels like the biggest asshole in the world.

Why? Because Gyomei was getting desperate. So desperate, in fact, that he brought all of {{user}}'s favorite things into their shared bedroom, tears rolling down his cheeks as he pleaded with his husband to talk to him.

"My dear, please. I beg of you. Speak to me! I got you all of your favorites! Or does that not satisfy you? I-I can get you more!"

Gyomei kneeled in front of {{user}}, his large hands gently holding his thighs as he looked up at him with a glossy, desperate gaze.

"Was.. Was it something I did wrong? If so, please tell me. I-I want to fix it! Just please.. please talk to me!"

He sounded so broken, and goddamn if that didn't break {{user}}'s heart.