#hiatus!asks

[Linda. I'm trying to work. If you keep distracting me I'll only be gone longer. I know this sucks. I... miss you too.]

Masaomi tired to do his work. Honestly. But he couldn't help straying to his personal phone and flipping through it.He started with his texts. A few from Izaya~rude barbs and telling inquisitions, one from Mikado briefly wishing him well, a few from Big Bro that seemed slightly slurred--he smiled at that--and one from Linda who preferred, it seemed, to leave voicemails. He raised and eyebrow and frowned at the text--the shape of his brow telling mild confusion and concern. He stared at the screen for awhile before it buzzed again.INCOMING MESSAGE: Lin <3

He read the text once. Twice. And then his fingers were fervently gliding across his touchscreen. LINDA LINDA. WHAT DID YOU DO?

{ wow. Wow Lin. I literally do not think you could have accidentally stumbled on a more sore spot for me if you had tried. Like... Fuck ;; my ex girl came back from leave in Qatar like a few weeks ago and while home let out that not long after she left and right after she broke up with me, she had a threesome. So wow. }He'd told himself he would stop checking his personal. He had work to do and he would only distract himself or put himself in a funk. He couldn't resist though regardless how he tried. As he read Linda's text he could practically feel his pupils blow out. A static energy ran itself across his arms and scalp and he was gritting his teeth as vivid images of Linda entangled with someone else, two someone elses, shivering, moaning, gasping, crying out for them ran through his mind he let out a slow and long breath and tried to calm himself down. Tried not to break another one of his phones. Slightly calmed, enough not to crack the screen as he typed, he replied: Do. Not. You are Mine Linda Linda.It was hypocritical, and if Linda called him out on it, he couldn't defend himself, but that didn't change how he felt about it. He set his phone down gently. Took a few more breaths, grabbed a jacket and slid on his shoes, and he was out the door.

Masaomi normally didn't even check his messages when he was gone on business. He had a work phone. If his contacts or another job needed his attention they could reach him through a ridiculously extensive proxy process. But he never checked his personal. And never used it to make calls. He had, once, a few years ago when he still lived with Saki, and someone had traced it. They followed him home. They had attacked Saki. He killed two people in his own fucking home and they had to move. So he didn't do it anymore. Granted he didn't have reason to before. Izaya was the only one he ever missed and he could contact him through his work phone. Linda, however, could not. Which led to him foolishly turning his phone on, finding 11 missed calls from Linda alone, and a few voicemails. One from Mikado just saying hello, one of his LTs calling to whine, and finally Linda's. He sighed as he hung up after the second. He wanted to call him, bad. Wanted to explain that he couldn't put him in that danger. Instead he lobbed his personal phone across the room, sat down and got back into his work, hoping he could finish it up sooner rather than later.