#eisuke fluff

Eisuke must have heard them talking and the excitement in her voice because he had come out of his office. “What are you going on about?” He looked around, seeing a litter box, a collapsible cage, and food. “What have you done _ _ _?” She giggled, “She opened the crate and pulled the ferret out, stroking it as it cuddled up in her arms. “I named her Sugar.” He looked at the ferret as if it were an alien, his handsome face contorted into something between worry and disgust.

“What the hell is that?” He asked with annoyance seeping through his voice. “Haven’t you ever seen a ferret before, Eisuke?” He huffed, “I didn’t associate with commoner pets.” She glared at him, “Get out of your head Eisuke and listen with your heart. This little lady needs a loving home, and I will love her and take of her.” She put her face against the ferret as she spoke. “You expect me to let you have that thing in our room?” She lifted her head up and glared at him, and Baba turned to leave hastily out of the room. “I’m sorry, but I don’t want to witness your lover’s quarrel.” _ _ _ straightened her back, standing tall. “She’s not a thing; she’s a ferret. And yes, I expect you to let me have her. I already bought her. I have already committed.” Eisuke crossed his arms.

“Why would you want such an odd-looking pet?” She smiled, knowing he didn’t mean anything by it. That’s just the way Eisuke was. “I always wanted one, but my parents never would buy me one because we didn’t have the space, but there’s space in here.” He let out a frustrated sigh, “You’re too loving for your own good, you know that?” She gave him an endearing smile, “I can’t help it.” He looked at the ferret, its red eyes glowing at him. “Why does it have red eyes? It looks demonic.” She laughed. “Oh my god, Eisuke, do you know nothing about animals? Some white animals have red eyes. It’s just the way it is.”

“Hm. Well, I suppose if you’re going to be so adamant about it, and as long as you take care of it and don’t expect me to have anything to do with it, then fine, keep it. If it means that much to you.” Her face lit up. “It does! Thank you, Eisuke. I didn’t want to take her back. I already love her.” He rolled his eyes at her, “You’re ridiculous.”

            I was roused from my much needed sleep, when I attempted to drape an arm around the woman who means more to me than anything my money could buy. However, when I did not feel her warm body beside mine, my eyes gradually opened. A typical exhausted person would have instantly felt phlegmatic, having slept only three hours thus far, and probably would have gone back to sleep. Not me. No, instead my usual choleric self was awake. I rubbed my temples, and let out an aggravated sigh. She knows she’s not supposed to leave the bed without my permission. Was instantly my first thought. Any other woman in the world would have been annoyed with me, seeing as how apparently the rest of the guys would describe me as “despotic,” but not her. That’s what separates her from most women. Most women would either fear me or try to flatter me. But she treats me just like the other four guys. Sometimes even worse. She is not afraid to put me in my place whenever she deems it necessary. That was just one way in how she differed from most women. It might just be the most cliché thing in the world to say, but I think that was what drew me to her in the first place, what caused her to be the object of my affection. Though most of the time, she is so gullible, I find myself telling her some of the most absurd things I would never do, just to see her amusing expressions. But I guess the reason she’s gullible is because she’s so honest and trusting - even when she attempts to lie, I always see right through her. Now that I think about it, it’s probably these aspects of her that make her pure. In fact, she’s so pure and innocent, I often find myself trying to keep her away from those four idiots. I swear, all they ever do is gather up all their guile, plaster it on their faces, use it to taint their voices, and inject nonsense into her mind. Eventually, after she usually falls for whatever nonsense they’ve created, she follows through with their ridiculous plans. It is not only her that falls prey to their stupid ideas, she gets into so much trouble, I have to save her every time they send her to do something crazy. What’s worse: they fill her head with nonsense for their amusement, or to kill time. Seriously. They need something better to do with their free time. Although, they would never make her do something so stupid, it would be life threatening. I’d have their heads if they ever harm her. And they know it. However, at the end of every idiotic plan they hatch, she always faces me with a look of extreme guilt on her face, it kills me every time. The way her gaze falls to the floor, how her head drops, her hands go limp, the crack in her voice when she tries to explain herself… It always kills me. So, I have to exonerate her conscience so she could feel better. In the end, it’s the other four idiots who feel my smouldering gaze, and receive my wrath anyway.

            If I’ve had time to think of all that, and she’s still not back, that means she’s probably off doing something those idiots convinced her to do. Hmm. She could also be thinking about something in another room, or she could be working on something… I found myself sighing deeply once more before I stood up, having decided to bring her back to bed. I looked out the vast window in the bedroom, only to see that the dark curtain of night is still down over the glittering city lights below. The moon, however, looks somewhat more bewitching tonight than any other night. I sighed once more before I shook my head, attempting to rid myself of such ridiculous thoughts, and I instead turned my focus to the door which led out into the living room. I opened the door slowly, trying not to startle her - should she even be in the living room, that is. And in fact, there she was. She was sitting on the edge of the sofa, eyes fixated out the immense window before her. She hadn’t noticed me opening the door, so perhaps she was concerned about something. Yes, that must be it. Not only had I noticed that she was concerned about something, but I also took note of the melancholy atmosphere about her. The expression she wore on her beautiful face was a combination of both concentration and that of sadness. Since I had begun leaning against the threshold of the door, she let out her second sigh. Something’s wrong. Immediately, my body began to move closer to her as my mind began to race about what she could be unhappy about. It was when I had begun to move closer to her that she suddenly jolted. Hmm. Perhaps she was able to see me through her peripheral vision, and my sudden movement interrupted her thoughts. She turned to face me, and with a trembling voice that was laced with pain, she whispered “Oh, hello. I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were up.” Hearing the trembling pain in her hushed whisper caused me to feel a heart wrenching pain. No one wants to see the person they love suffering. Her eyes met mine momentarily before they dropped to the marble floor. Her eyes were dim, they did not shine - unlike all the other times she looked at me. She was letting out pained sighs, she looked weak, lifeless… she looked nothing like her usual sanguine self. I immediately went to sit down next to her, I draped an arm over her shoulder, and used my free hand to gently tilt her face up so she could look into the eyes of the man who loves her more than anything in this otherwise dull, unforgiving world. I then coaxed her into telling me what was wrong. As it seems, a co-worker who had been causing trouble for her since she started working here, stopped causing trouble for her when I made it clear to her to stop harassing my - at the time - girlfriend. However, since announcing our engagement, her bitter, trite remarks have returned. Having heard this, and seeing the defeated look on her face, something inside of me snapped. No one makes my woman feel like this. Obviously, that co-worker is the most idiotic person to walk along this planet, if she thinks she can talk to my fiancée that way and get away with it. I scowled as I clicked my tongue and made a mental note to have a long discussion with that woman, considering I was her boss, she would have no problem following orders. And if she does, well… she will have a very hard time finding another job for as long as she lives, and I will make sure of it. Speaking of following orders… I kissed her temple, and assured her not to worry about it, that everything will be taken care of first thing in the morning. I then reminded her that she was not to leave the bed without my permission. Her face turned a deep crimson before she mumbled “I’m sorry,” which resulted in her face going back to its normal, bright, happy self as I smirked at her, and led her back to bed.

                                         That happened last week.

I remember her asking me if I was free today evening with that same excited look in her eyes she always gets when she sees something that even mildly piques her interest. When I asked her the reason for such inquiry, she told me she wanted to sit down with me and watch a movie together.

Lately, the both of us have been busy; with her being occupied with the seasonal massive influx of guests, and I with my latest partnership.

Today was the only day in a while that the both of us could find the time to do something other than fall into bed the moment we reached home...

... until this phone call ruined it.

I internally roll my eyes at the terrible timing of it all, when I feel the couch sink beside me.

Looking sideways, I see Yuki right there with a book in her hand, making herself comfortable.

“What is it?” she asks, turning to face me when my eyes fail to stop staring in time.

I shake my head once, internally commanding myself to focus on finishing the task at hand instead of allowing myself to be smitten by my girlfriend.

Through my peripheral vision, I see her look at me in confusion for a second before shrugging, her fingers opening the book to the page where she placed a bookmark the last time she read it.

Her eyes focus in on the page, and her eyebrows furrow a little in concentration.

Her head barely moves and so do her eyes, focused solely on the words printed in front of them, almost as if mesmerised.

Focus, Ichinomiya.

Soon enough, a comfortable silence envelops us as I type and she reads, both of us in our own little zones.

As my eyes keep scanning one page after another and look for places where I need to make edits, I feel my girlfriend’s longing gaze on me. Before I can so much as look at her, she suddenly gets up, putting on her footwear.

“I’m heading to bed,” she mumbles, and I don’t miss the slight disappointment which she definitely tries to hide, but fails.

I hum out an affirmative response, telling her I’m fine with it or rather, encouraging her to get to bed early and not lose out on her sleep. I long for her too, but for me, her health comes first. She can’t be sitting here, waiting for me to finish my work when she is clearly tired and sleepy.

She nods, then turns around and goes into the bedroom, leaving me all alone in the living room.

Strange... it suddenly feels cold.

It’s not even full five minutes before I see her tiny form peeking out from behind the door of our bedroom, her eyes looking at me, as if wanting to ask me something.

“Yes, Yuki?” I ask, looking up at her across the room.

“Will you take time?” 

“Is something the matter?”

“Um...” she trails off, averting her eyes. Her cheeks are dusted with a light pink as her big brown orbs look anywhere but at me. “I... wibeloly.”

“Excuse me?” I say, asking her to repeat the last part louder.

“I said,” she takes a deep breath, “I will be lonely.”

Ah.

She fidgets in her spot, suddenly seeming to find the carpet very attractive.

“Heh,” I scoff to myself, amused at her utterly adorable behaviour.

All of a sudden, it’s as if something takes over her and she quickly says, “Uh- forget it. I’m heading to bed. Sleep soon.”

Not so soon.

She quickly makes a U-turn, intent on walking back to the bed before hearing my response.

“Wait,” I call out, stopping her in her tracks.

She turns around slowly, her gaze almost betraying the feeling of longing she seems to be trying so hard to bottle up.

“C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I am done working.” I say, gesturing her to come closer.

“What? Really?” She raises her eyebrows, her eyes wide in surprise. “Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

She bites her lip, smiling bashfully, and walks closer to me. When she is close enough, I put the laptop aside and make space for her.

Blushing, she sits down on my lap and places her arms around my neck, cuddling close, making herself comfortable.

I take out my tablet instead, deciding to review the rest of the document on the said device.

“Getting comfortable, are we?” I mutter when she sighs in content as her warm, soft body relaxes against my own.

I smirk at the way she looks away, amused. Wrapping my arms around her, I move back, aligning my back with that of the couch, cuddling her close.

I place her head onto my shoulder with one hand and play with her hair while my other hand opens up the proposal I was working on.

I sigh in content, losing myself in reading through the lines as my fingers massage Yuki’s scalp.

Soon enough, I feel her body let out even breaths as she falls into a deep slumber, right there in my arms.

I pull back a little to look at her sleeping face, as bright and peaceful as a quiet, warm spring afternoon.

“You have no idea,” I chuckle before closing my tablet and getting up with her snugly fit in my arms.

Not a literal bomb, of course.

“Hmm, I know you and your girlfriend love each other, Eisuke, but tonight (Y/N) mustn’t sleep with you. Carolina wants to have what she called a ‘sleepover’ with her new friend, here. So, you must sleep in separate rooms tonight.” - Antonio Bucci, 2020.

Of course, when the Italian Mob Boss asks something out of you, you never say no. 

If you love your life, I mean.

“So much for a sleepover...” I mutter to myself, turning my head to look at Carolina’s snoring form. “So much for ‘girl talks’, ‘bad jokes’ and ‘movie nights’.”

I sigh, turning over to look away from her.

Is Eisuke thinking of me right now?

My fingers play with the ends of the pillow cover, my mind wandering off to thoughts of just one man.

Hmm, I wonder if he is even asleep?

My eyes close, trying to go off to dreamland for the nth time.

I miss him.

I shake my head to try and stop thinking about the warmth I’m so used to having beside me, holding me.

I want him to hold me. I want him beside me, helping me fall into a peaceful sleep.

I huff, and my eyes open again.

Shut up, brain. You don’t have to get poetic.

I roll my eyes at myself in annoyance, before giving up on sleeping at all. I get up, and grab my mobile to check the time. It’s nearly 4 AM in the morning, and I haven’t gotten a wink of sleep.

I turn to look at Carolina, who is fast asleep beside me.

Before I can stop it, my brain presents me with an idea.

I get up, wondering if this idea is foolproof, and walk towards the door which connects this room to the hallway.

Stepping out of the room without making a sound, I look around to check if anyone is awake. All I am greeted with is silence so quiet that you could hear it if a pin dropped. Although, that’s kind of the whole point of silence.

I take slow steps towards the room where I know Eisuke is staying, and in no time I am standing in front of the door.

I stand there for a moment, second-guessing this “plan.”

What if he is asleep? What if I am disrupting his rest?... Wait. What if Mr. Antonio finds out? Would he be angry?

Shaking my head to get rid of the doubts, I muster up the courage to knock on the door thrice.

I look down, suddenly finding my feet very interesting when I hear footsteps, before the door in front of me opens.

“(Y/N)?” A voice calls out, making me freeze.

That doesn’t sound like Eisuke... It sounds like-

“Looking for Eisuke, hmm?”

My eyes shoot up to look at the person in front of me, and I see Mr. Bucci there, smirking to himself.

“(Y/N)? Are you alright?” He asks, when I stay mute for longer than I should have.

“U-um, yes!” I say, internally screaming when my voice comes out a little too high-pitched, “I- um, I was- uh yes! I was looking for a restroom, actually.”

“Since when did you need to knock on doors to the restroom?”

“U-um-”

“Eisuke’s room is the other one, three doors from mine,” he says, the smirk never going off his face. “I was just teasing you, young lady.”

He lets out a chuckle and my cheeks turn red, realising that he switched Eisuke’s room on purpose.

“I knew my daughter would end up falling asleep,” Mr. Bucci looks at me, before pointing to the left.

I am about to walk off and plan my demise from all the embarrassment, when Antonio Bucci decides to add the cherry on top.

“One more thing,” he says, stopping me in my tracks, “Keep it down, hmm?”

And before I can dig up a hole in the ground to bury myself in, I hear the door to his room close.

Taking a deep breath to calm myself down, I walk towards the door he pointed at earlier.

So much for you, Eisuke Ichinomiya. So much.

I pray to all heavens and hells to not let me face another session of Embarrassment 101 as my fist goes up to the door, knocking.

I hear footsteps. I hold my breath, wondering if it really is Eisuke this time. It almost feels like an over-dramatized cliffhanger scene from a drama.

“Yes?” I hear a familiar voice utter as the door opens, revealing the very root of most of my embarrassing moments. Also all of my most amazing and happy moments, but that’s not the point.

“I couldn’t sleep.” Those are the first three words that tumble out of my mouth the moment I see him.

“So, you chose to disrupt mine, too?” he smirks.

This brat-

I sigh, stopping my mind from thinking anything that’ll put me in trouble if it accidentally spilled out of my mouth.

“I missed you,” I mutter, looking down.

“You did, hmm?”

“This is your cue to pull me into your arms and tell me you missed me too, just saying.” I hear him chuckle at those words, before he turns around to look at the clock hanging on one of the walls in the room.

“You’re telling me,” he looks back at me, “You come to my room and wake me up at 4 AM, to cuddle?”

I look up, my eyes meeting his gorgeous dark brown ones. “Yes. Yes I am.”

“Very well,” he smirks, his arm snaking around my waist and pulling me to him in a flush.

He shuts the door behind him and leads me towards the bed, before pushing me down.

I grab his hands, stopping him from doing whatever he was planning to do.

“We can’t, Eisuke,” I say, trying to reason with him, “Mr. Bucci is like, just three doors away.”

“I thought you wanted to cuddle?”

“No, you can’t have your way- wait, what?”

His wide eyes turn back to normal as his lips form a smirk.

Oh lords. What have I done.

“Are you sure you weren’t able to sleep because you missed me in a very... non-erotic sense?”

“Eisuke!”

“Yes, (Y/N)?”

“I-” I start, then pause. I don’t know what to say.

Eisuke chuckles at my speechlessness, before plopping down beside me and wrapping me up in his warm arms, pulling me close.

I close my eyes, and let out a relieved sigh at finally being able to hug him close.

“Also,” he starts, making me open my eyes, “Mr. Bucci asked you to keep it down, hmm?”

... Shit.

I feel his body shake as he laughs, still holding me in his arms, his fingers placing themselves along my jaw and pulling my face up.

I quickly climb up the stairs as my eyes scan through the rest of her messages, my urge to see her only growing stronger with each word I read.

“Haha, I’m sorry for texting you out of the blue. I know you’re busy.” “Um, don’t mind the messages, I’ll be fine. Sorry for disturbing you!”

I sigh, a little annoyed at the way she is trying to play off the entire matter as if it’s nothing, but her last message manages to bring a slight smile to my face.

“Take care! I’ll be waiting. Love you!!”

Always the worrywart.

I turn off the mobile and slide it back into my pocket after replying with a short ‘Mm.’ I’d rather have her talk to me face-to-face than over text.

Soon enough, I reach the entrance of the suite. The moment I open the door, though, what I hear makes me raise my eyebrows in concern for more than a moment.

I hear sobs. Not just anyone’s, but Yuki’s.

She’s crying?

Quietly, I close the door so as not to make a sound and walk towards the bedroom; the direction where I hear her sobs come from. Opening the door, I see her sitting on the bed, hugging her knees close to her small body. 

Every now and then, I see her body jump a little with her sniffs.

I close the door behind me, feeling a slight ache in my chest with every pained sound I hear coming out of her mouth. I take a deep breath and take out my phone.

“Are you okay now?” I press ‘send’.

Her lock screen lights up with an incoming message, and she reaches out to grab the device. Opening it, I see her start typing the moment she sees my message.

She still hasn’t realised I’m standing right here.

“Hey! Yeah, yeah. I’m okay. It was just a baseless dream, haha. Don’t worry about it!”

Baseless dream, huh? Then why do I see tears streaming down your face?

I barely stop myself from clicking my tongue when I see her give our chat that pained smile, as if she is trying to make herself believe that her nightmares are nothing to worry about.

“How long do you plan on crying alone, Yuki?”

“Ah!” Her body jolts in surprise and she looks back, her eyes wide with surprise. “H-How long have you been standing there?”

One look at her eyes, as red as blood, is enough to get me worked up. “Longer than you’d like.”

“I-”

“Come here,” I mutter, looking straight at her. I open my arms, signalling her to come closer, “Give me a hug. It’s going to be okay.”

The moment the words leave my mouth, she gets off the bed and walks towards me and jumps into my arms, almost as if she was waiting for me to ask her to.

I pull her closer, stroking her hair at a slow, steady rhythm, and wait for her to calm down a little. Once she does, I ask, “Do you want to talk about it?”

She stays mum, not moving or talking for a moment.

“Yuki,” I call out, gently cradling her face and lifting it up, so that her tear-filled, nervous eyes are looking right at me. “Tell me what’s wrong. If you tell me, I’ll make it go away.”

“Eisuke...” she looks down and nods, slowly, as if strengthening her resolve to talk about what she dreamt. “It was weird, really. My nightmare, I mean.”

“I’m listening.”

“I... I think I was talking to my friends. I don’t remember about what, exactly, but I was talking to a bunch of people. Then I felt someone look at me, so I looked up and saw a man standing there, staring at me,” she pauses, furrowing her eyebrows, trying to remember whatever she could, “He gave me a very creepy smile. I remember it making me feel very uncomfortable.”

She bites her lip, her body tensing up a little. Without a word, my right hand goes up to her hair again, and re-starts the rhythmic stroking. Unconsciously, my other hand tightens its grip on her waist, too.

“Nonetheless, I ignored it and went back home, and went to sleep in my dream. When I woke up, it was as if... my mouth was sealed shut.” She looks up me, her chest heaving as her breaths start getting shallower, the panic slowly setting in. “No matter how hard I tried, my voice didn’t come out. I couldn’t talk.”

She stops speaking, and I feel her start to tremble. “Shh,” I whisper, patting her back, “It’s okay, I’m right here.”

She cracks her knuckles, clearly nervous, and starts playing with her hands in an attempt to distract herself.

“It’s alright,” I say, my right hand leaving her hair to grasp her one of hers. I pull at her hand, stopping her from playing with them, and hold it in mine. I bring our intertwined fingers up to my mouth and kiss the back of her palm softly, “I’ve got you.”

That seemingly gives her the strength to continue, “Uh, so yeah, I couldn’t talk. I went to the penthouse lounge and saw all of the guys sitting there, except you, talking amongst themselves. I greeted them, but none of them replied back. It seemed as if... they couldn’t see me? Or maybe they were acting like I didn’t exist.”

She pauses again, and takes a deep breath. I furrow my brows, concerned at how much this nightmare is affecting her.

“I went outside into the hallway and saw Sakiko and Chisato, and I called out to them multiple times, but they never once looked my way and kept walking. And then...”

My thumb, which at this point is stroking the back of her hand through our laced fingers in an attempt to make sure she knows I’m right here, freezes when I feel her tears wet my shirt. She’s crying.

“Then... I saw you climbing down the stairs, Eisuke,” she looks down and bites her lip, her body quivering ever so slightly with her sobs. “I called out to you. But even you didn’t hear me. I felt so alone, so non-existent. Just when I was about to run after you, I looked up and saw that man again, the one who had given me the creepy smile. He smirked an-and- and he started walking towards me and-”

She stutters, trying to talk, but her tears make it a difficult task to accomplish.

“And?” I ask, lifting her arms and placing them around my neck. In a flush, I pull her closer; as close to me as I possibly can. “And then what, Yuki?”

“And then I woke up,” she whispers, and I feel my chest tighten at how broken her voice sounds.

“Just breathe,” I whisper back, patting her back slowly with my right hand as the other one reaches up to rest at the back of her neck, massaging the spot there.

“Ahaha, I tried not to cry,” she chokes out, trying to pull herself away, “I-I can’t stop it. I’m sorry...”

“It’s okay,” I mutter, wrapping my arm even more tightly around her to hold her in place, “It’s okay. Just breathe. You don’t have to be sorry for anything.” I pull my head back a little to place a gentle kiss at her temple, “I’ve got you.”

“Eisuke... I don’t ever want to sleep again. What if- what if I dream about that again?”

“You’re going to be fine, I promise.”

“But what if he comes back to hurt me, Eisuke?” she whispers, and I feel more tears stream down her face even though she tries her best to not let them.

“Look at me,” I say and pull her face back, but just enough for her eyes to meet my own. “You’ll be alright, I’m here for you. No one can hurt you now, okay? You’re safe here.”

“B-but what if you leave-”

“Shh,” I place a finger on her lips, immediately quietening her. “I’m right here.” I grasp one of her trembling hands in mine and bring it up to my chest. “Feel my heartbeat?” She nods, her fingertips curling around the fabric of my shirt. “Just focus on that.”

Seconds turn to minutes, and I finally feel her body relax in my arms, if only a little. She wraps her arms around my neck once again and rests her face on my shoulder, her fingers stroking at the hair at the base of my neck.

I let out a relieved sigh when I feel her breaths slowly start to even out.

“You’re getting ridiculously comfortable, aren’t you?” I whisper, smirking.

“O-oh! Sorry!” She yelps, making an attempt to jump back. “I’ll give you some space, haha.”

“Hush,” I mutter, “We can stay here until you feel better.”

“R-really?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Yessir,” she mutters, a teasing tilt to her voice. She lifts her head to look at me, her earnest eyes boring into mine.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” I breathe, my hand cradling her face.

“Where did that come from?” She averts her gaze, a light red dusting her cheeks.

Instead of replying, I turn her face toward me, and bend down to place a kiss on her forehead.  “If you ever feel alone...” I begin, not moving away, “Don’t. Because I am right here.”

“Eisuke...” she trails off, looking up at me.

“You have no idea how important you are to me,” I whisper, my fingers holding on to her jaw while my thumb moves over her cheek. I pull her face up and bend down, connecting our lips in the lightest of kisses. “I love you.”

She looks up at me, a smile slowly spreading across her face, taking over the task of brightening up her features.

Yuki’s hands place themselves at the back of my neck, pulling my head lower, connecting our foreheads.