#angrysub

Pulling the sheets over you, your head hit the pillow. It had been a long day, and you were just about ready to collapse when you heard a plaintive knock on your window. You almost felt like ignoring the soft knock, but something in your stomach told you not to go to sleep just yet. 

Sure enough, it was Souya. He had blood drying on his mouth, his tear-streaked eyes desperate and wounded like a puppy’s. You’d have to be a monster not to let him in from the savage cold outside. 

“I’m really sorry y/n,” he whimpered. “I know it’s late.” You shushed him, wiping the tears from his cheeks, ignoring the hot flush rising up on his cheeks. 

Despite the injuries he’d sustained from the gang fight, Souya couldn’t help but relish every moment of his night with you. He loved the gentle way you dabbed cotton buds at his bloody cuts, the way you spooned hot soup into his mouth lovingly, and the little anxious glances you’d shoot him whenever you thought he wasn’t looking. The entire night was spent fixing him up, and you worked tirelessly. 

All he could do was take in your figure as you finally dragged him onto your couch, covering him with warm fluffy blankets before he fell asleep. Though his entire body ached from cuts and bruises where he’d been beaten mercilessly, he felt as if it were all worth it could he just feel your fingers through his hair like this. Souya couldn’t be happier. 

The cold and rainy night where you nursed his injuries and took him in, marked the day where his scary obsession with you began. 

Even though he was now fixed up, you couldn’t find the strength to kick him out of your apartment. He seemed to just make it his home. Not that you complained. He helped with chores, and dinner was always on the table by the time you got home from work. That being said, he didn’t seem to leave you alone. 

Souya wasn’t really a verbal person, you noticed, but his thoughts and feelings came out in his actions. Standing anxiously outside the door while you took a shower, insisting he accompany you everywhere (even if it was just to the mailbox) getting irrationally angry and sulking whenever you mentioned a male friend or colleague (who would mysteriously stop talking to you almost immediately after you mentioned him to Souya) and throwing everything aside to care for you if you ever got sick. 

Truth be told, it was very sweet. But sometimes suffocating, and a little scary. 

Once you woke in the middle of the night to find him completely absorbed in planting soft kisses on your forehead and running his fingers through your hair, and when you got upset and called him out for it he became teary, silencing you. On another occasion when you were cooking something at the stove he stood behind you, enveloping you in a suffocating bear hug and refusing to let go. You couldn’t do much anyways, he had you completely beat in terms of strength. 

Souya’s clinginess got to the point where he’d spam your phone with hundreds of desperate texts and calls a day if you didn’t answer, and it would be even worse if you put your phone on silent.

“Are you sick of me, y/n?” “Did I do something to upset you?”