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When you live with someone for a long enough time, you tend not to notice the way they gradually change. Michi only took it as a good sign that Yuu smiled more, that he swore less -- and she only noticed those after years in this gradual transition.
It's only after they saw Ichiro again that she began to worry. Ichiro hadn't seen them for a while -- and he only stared when Yuu greeted him casually, all smiles and friendliness. Ichiro had to take her aside later and ask if her husband was one medication -- well, besides the obvious, he meant -- or if he'd taken a really hard hit to the head. It was then that Michi started to fret. Had he become more gentle? She liked the brash Yuu, the kind of dense Yuu that would punch someone for her in a moment's notice and was sometimes accidentally more than a little rough with her in bed. And they hadn't even done that in a while. That was reason to worry, right?
And then something happened. A coworker of Michi's had been harassing her -- gropes, certainly derogatory comments -- and Michi would never tell Yuu on purpose, she wouldn't want to trouble him and she began to seek a weird sort of comfort in the abuse, rather than worrying over Yuu's changing mannerisms -- so Yuu must have only heard it second-hand.
The day after Yuu found out, Michi's coworker came into work with a cast around his pinkie. The day after that, around his thumb, too. Over the next week, several more of his digits were broken, and he purposefully avoided Michi, scrambling to get out of her way or avert eye contact. She missed how he was before, kind of, but it wasn't like she'd admit that to herself.
After work one day, heading home, she saw Yuu with coworker's hand in his, snapping another finger with cruel ease. And he still had that happy grin on his face -- though it had a knife's edge, now, too. He leaned forward to whisper something, indecipherable from Michi's distance, but it made her coworker scramble away frantically and take off running. Yuu didn't see Michi flush and walk by.
She didn't bring it up at home, and Yuu didn't question why she was unnaturally chipper the rest of that day.
Her mood was only improved when Yuu pushed her into the bed that night, rough and firm, making bright red possessive bite marks along the arch of her neck and leaving long angry trails down her bare torso with blunt nails. She didn't even have to ask him to do that, and any surge of jealously she might have felt before while watching him torture her coworker was quickly pushed out of mind, left gripping the bed sheets and gasping and groaning.
That morning, with him draped over her, she decided that she didn't really have to worry after all.
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It's only after they saw Ichiro again that she began to worry. Ichiro hadn't seen them for a while -- and he only stared when Yuu greeted him casually, all smiles and friendliness. Ichiro had to take her aside later and ask if her husband was one medication -- well, besides the obvious, he meant -- or if he'd taken a really hard hit to the head. It was then that Michi started to fret. Had he become more gentle? She liked the brash Yuu, the kind of dense Yuu that would punch someone for her in a moment's notice and was sometimes accidentally more than a little rough with her in bed. And they hadn't even done that in a while. That was reason to worry, right?
And then something happened. A coworker of Michi's had been harassing her -- gropes, certainly derogatory comments -- and Michi would never tell Yuu on purpose, she wouldn't want to trouble him and she began to seek a weird sort of comfort in the abuse, rather than worrying over Yuu's changing mannerisms -- so Yuu must have only heard it second-hand.
The day after Yuu found out, Michi's coworker came into work with a cast around his pinkie. The day after that, around his thumb, too. Over the next week, several more of his digits were broken, and he purposefully avoided Michi, scrambling to get out of her way or avert eye contact. She missed how he was before, kind of, but it wasn't like she'd admit that to herself.
After work one day, heading home, she saw Yuu with coworker's hand in his, snapping another finger with cruel ease. And he still had that happy grin on his face -- though it had a knife's edge, now, too. He leaned forward to whisper something, indecipherable from Michi's distance, but it made her coworker scramble away frantically and take off running. Yuu didn't see Michi flush and walk by.
She didn't bring it up at home, and Yuu didn't question why she was unnaturally chipper the rest of that day.
Her mood was only improved when Yuu pushed her into the bed that night, rough and firm, making bright red possessive bite marks along the arch of her neck and leaving long angry trails down her bare torso with blunt nails. She didn't even have to ask him to do that, and any surge of jealously she might have felt before while watching him torture her coworker was quickly pushed out of mind, left gripping the bed sheets and gasping and groaning.
That morning, with him draped over her, she decided that she didn't really have to worry after all.
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