Blue Peonies and Yellow roses. (Part 1)
Blue peonies and yellow roses. Your favorite.
You’d gotten them every single anniversary you celebrated with Shoto.
It was 1 am now. You were done waiting.
It was your anniversary today.
Not any old anniversary, your marriage anniversary. He should’ve been here. Postponed his meetings, just as you had, put his phone on silent, and gotten his ass here.
He should have been there.
He hadn’t really been there for the past few months now. You hadn’t minded, you yourself were busy, your corporate job requiring you to produce a significant number of presentations from scratch in a matter of weeks.
But you did notice things.
You noticed how, gradually, Shoto had stopped texting you whether he was going to be late or not, and how you had started seeing his assistant, Vivienne, more than you saw him.
You noticed how he was more like a ghost around the house, knowing he had been there when you spotted more than a few dirty dishes, his formals in the laundry, and faint steam from the hot showers he would’ve taken.
You’d always felt guilty. If only you’d stayed up a little later, woken a bit earlier, you could’ve caught a glimpse of him.
But today was your anniversary. You knew he should’ve been there.
You hadn’t gotten a text, much less a call, or flowers, gifts, cards, anything, from him.
Meanwhile, you were sitting here, having sent all of the above to his office.
You got up from the bed, deciding to busy yourself with some work, a few chores, anything to take your mind off of him.
A knock echoed throughout the house as you made your way to the sink.
A small smile made its way onto your face, and hope blossomed that it was Shoto who was knocking on the door.
You pulled on the latch, pivoting the door open.
You were not met with Shoto.
It was Vivienne, holding a bouquet of blue peonies and yellow roses wrapped in shiny blue paper, a small note pinned to the paper that said, ‘Happy Anniversary, Y.n!’
A sigh escaped your lips, the small smile long disappeared, as you looked to the side to try to hide your disappointment.
“Come in, Vivienne.” You said, pointing her to the couch.
“Mr. Todoroki asked to give this to you. I’m sorry he couldn’t make it. There’s a meeting tomorrow-”
“There always is, isn’t there?” You interjected coldly, regretting your decision a moment later.
“Sorry. I’m just a little…on edge.” You apologized, and Vivienne gave you a polite smile.
“Did he receive my gifts?” You asked, and a look of guilt flashed on Vivienne’s face.
“No, not really. He was in the conference room all day.”
You looked at the bouquet. It was beautiful, perfectly anniversary-like.
But Shoto knew you liked lilacs, not yellow roses or blue peonies.
“He doesn’t remember, does he? That it’s our anniversary?” You asked, “You picked up the flowers, right?”
Vivienne looked to the floor, fidgeting with her phone.
“Where is he, right now?” You asked, a new resolve in your mind.
“As in, right now?” Vivienne countered, surprised.
“Yes, right now. Where is he?”
“At, at the office! But what are you going to do?”
“Meet him.” You said, as you picked up your car keys and put on your coat.
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You pulled up in front of Shoto’s office. You got off, your coat swishing behind you, as Vivienne tried to stop you, giving reasons of meetings, conference, that he wouldn’t be able to come outside, and other things that didn’t hold meaning to you right now.
You walked in front of the receptionist.
“I’m Mr. Todoroki’s wife, Y.n L.n. Where is he right now?” You asked her, your fingers tapping impatiently on the glass of the table.
The receptionist looked panicked, picking up her phone and calling someone.
“Excuse me for a minute, I will be right back.” The receptionist backed away into a little room and showed no signs of coming back by her expression.
You turned to Vivienne, and asked her,“Which conference room is it?”
“Uh- I, um, do you really need to do-”
“Which one, Vivienne?” You prodded, giving her a pointed glare.
“Conference room 7, 3rd floor.” Vivienne blurted out, and you headed for the lift.
“Please wait Ms. Y.n, is this necessary-”
“Yes, Vivienne, it very much is. Shoto isn’t here on our anniversary, I haven’t seen him for weeks, and I really don’t care if he is at a conference. I’m sure you’ll work something out.”
The lift had arrived at that point, and your foot was already in the lift when Vivienne pulled you back.
Stunned, you looked back at her.
“Where is he, then?” You asked.
“I wasn’t supposed to tell you…But I don't want to cheat you like this.” She said. She looked incredibly guilty.
You turned yourself towards her, a questioning look on your face.
“Come with me, I’ll show you where Mr. Todoroki is.”
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You got out of your car after a measly 30 mins, and in front of you was Shoto’s beach house.
The lights were on, creating a dim glow around the window.
Vivienne took out a master key, fumbling with it until she found the right one.
She put it into the lock, and the door opened very silently.
You put your coat on the couch, seeing Shoto’s blazer on the far side of the room, looking like it was thrown there.
There was a fur coat lying next to it as well.
There were faint noises coming from the bedroom, and god even if all the signs pointed to Shoto cheating on you, even then, it had to be explainable-
Vivienne opened the door. She took a step behind going into the living room, leaving you, Shoto, and the other girl to your devices.
You were tear-stricken. You tried your best to hold your sobs and be quiet, but Shoto heard it.
He turned around surprised out of his mind, at the fact that he had been caught cheating.
He abandoned the girl, running across the spacious room to get to you, and he almost crashed into your arms when you stopped him.
He felt pain blossom around his chest, as your force quirk got out of control the moment you held out your hands to stop him.
“Y.n, please, I’m sorry! I just wasn’t able to stop, I promise that it’ll never happen again! I’m so sorry-” He started crying out.
You pushed him away. He felt the force lighten on his chest, but the weight gained on his shoulders.
You adjusted yourself, pulling up your collar and slicking back your hair.
“This, Mr. Todoroki, will be the very last time you lie to me.”
“No, please Y.n, don’t do this, I’ll change, I’ll leave that whore behind!”
“A whore?” You made eye contact with him, your eyes colder than he had ever seen them.
“You there. Did you know Mr. Todoroki was married?” You asked the girl.
“I-I did. But he told me he was in the process of a divorce-” She replied, stuttering over her words.
“Thus proven, Mr. Todoroki, that you are the whore, and a liar. And the both of us here are just idiots for falling for your trap. I wish your new girl the best of luck. I don’t have anything against her. If anything, I feel sorry that it is her turn to suffer now.”
Your words cut like sharp knives into Shoto, as he stood there, hyperaware of your cold gaze, and composure.
How you maintained your composure and calmness in such a situation scared him.
He stood there, silent. It was his fault, utterly and completely.
He willed himself to move after a few minutes. He made his way to the living room, seeing the swish of your coat.
All you had left behind were blue peonies and yellow roses.
