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You stood there outside in the chilly night air. Pulsing and thumping beats radiating from the other side of the club's metal door. Blowing a strand of hair outta your face in a huff, you pouted and slumped down to sit on the curb, head sitting peacefully in your well manicured hands.

"Can't believe the asshole …" you muttered to yourself in a heated whisper, not thinking about anything other than your boyfriend, Hanamaki, still inside making off-handed comments about other women.

A chuckle erupted from behind you, "Really? You can't believe it coming from him?" You turned your gaze upwards at a slow pace, not really giving a fuck who it was. Though you knew already. Your heated gaze meeting almost drowsy ones as you let out a huff once more. "Mattsun …" you growled out low in your throat, but stopped mid vibration as you realized that he wasn't completely wrong.

He offered you a lit cigarette, which you took gratefully. Not like you smoked all the time, just this one time … it seemed appropriate. Especially seeing as how your wonderful boyfriend wasn't the one trying to comfort you. Instead it was his best friend. How ironic, you thought.

Still you sat there mulling over the night's events, arms still crossed over your knees as your new little black dress was collecting dirty and who knows what else from the concrete curb outside the club.

"Want to talk about it?" Mattsun asked after a few moments had passed between the two of you. The only sounds coming from the atmosphere around you; the beats dropping behind you inside the building, the crunch of loose pebbles and concrete under your heels and Mattsun's dress boots, the inhale and exhale of nicotine from either of you. Traffic slowing down on the other side of the street. It would have been therapeutic, pleasant even, had the circumstances been different.

"He doesn't seem to take the relationship seriously anymore …"

…

It had been a few days since the club incident. Mattsun had just listened to you bitch and complain - rightfully so. Offering another cigarette before you both headed back inside to finish up the night with drinks and dance.

You were slowly getting out of your funk as the days distanced themselves from that fateful night. It must have been because your anniversary was closing in, and you were excited to go out to your favorite restaurant and even surprise Makki with some new lingerie you had recently picked up. A great way to end the night in your opinion. Not to mention, how was he going to resist?

It was the big day, you woke up early to make a good breakfast for him. Knowing he had volleyball practice after classes today. Yeah, it pissed you off that he couldn't skip just this once … but at the same time you understood how important the sport was for him. You had known since you were all back in high school. It was what made him "free" almost. Where a lot of his fondest memories stemmed from. Still… just this once? Couldn’t he skip? Or at least leave early?

When he finally woke up and met you in the kitchen for breakfast you voiced your concern and request. "We have a big match coming up soon, Y/N. You know that." He fixed you with eyes that weren't as playful or as soft as they normally would be.

"Well, ok, what about leaving a little earlier than? That way we can still go to dinner tonight." Makki looked like he was mulling it over as he shoveled eggs and bacon in his mouth. "Yeah, I guess I can try to get off a little earlier." Bringing his plate to the sink he turned kissed the top of your head and began his routine to head out for classes.

He missed the small frown that made it's way to your face as you thought about how he didn't once wish you a happy anniversary.

…

Classes couldn't end quick enough in your opinion. Throughout the day you normally would meet up and catch glances of Makki. Today was no different. Even though you spotted him from down the hallway as you turned out of your Physics lab, hand raised in a wave, he seemed to only spare you a glance as he continued on with his conversation with the small group that gathered around him. Filled with both male and female classmates.

"Taka!" You smiled as you looked up into your boyfriend's face. He gave you a wide smile, pulling you into his side, "Still dating Y/N, huh?" Someone in the group joked with a laugh. Even though you knew it was a joke, it still hurt. Especially since you didn't know this asshole. You were gonna speak up but Makki beat you to it.

"I know, it's like I can't shake her, no matter what I do." He joked back. You puffed your cheeks at his reply and tried pushing yourself away from him. Makki turned to look at you when you succeeded, "Babe?"

"No, no. Have fun here, see you later, Hanamaki." He stood there shocked, slack jaw. You only ever called him by his surname when you were extremely pissed. But he didn't chase after you. He knew you. After a little cool down you would be back. Right? Yeah. You always did and he was always there to hold you and rock you in a tight embrace. He just knew it. It was just something you guys did. It was ingrained in your relationship with one another. Ever since high school. He smiled smally to himself and continued on his conversation with the group around him as you continued to storm away and back to classes.

…

It was finally time to relax. Well, relax as much as possible before having to get ready for the evening. You're sour mood from earlier dissipated soon after the incident. He was only joking. Makki was always like that. Always had been. Right? He didn’t mean what he said. It was all a joke. Yeah, exactly.

Looking at the clock next to the bed you figured you had a good two hours before Makki would be coming home and getting ready before you would head out for dinner. So, taking it upon yourself you set out to get cleaned and dressed and just wait around watching TV.

Grinning to yourself, you put on an upbeat playlist and showered. Stepping out, still dancing around in a towel to the music, you decided to wear the lingerie under your dress for the evening. A little black and white lace number. It was simple and classic. Can't go wrong with the classics.

Once you finished dressing and fixing your hair and makeup you were all ready to go. Only thing left to do was wait for Makki and get your heels on. Checking the time you still had a few minutes before he would be heading home. You texted him a little reminder that you were home and ready to head out when he was. There was no reply. To be fair you really weren't expecting one. He was still in practice after all.

But when another forty-five minutes passed and there was still no reply from him or any indication that he had even read the text, you were being to get frustrated. You texted him again, this time a more angered tone in the words you used. And the waiting game began again when you had just decided to call him. It rang and rang… no sign of it ever being picked up.

Letting out a frustrated growl you stormed your way to the kitchen and pulled out a cold beer from the fridge, before popping the top however, you decided against it, placing it back in the cold box and opting instead for the whiskey. Pouring yourself a generous amount and downing it quickly before repeating step one.

This pattern continued until you passed out on the couch, phone nowhere near you, whiskey glass dangling precariously in your slack grip. It wasn't until the clicking of the door closing and the stumbling mess that is Makki made themselves present that you sat up quickly. Makeup still in place, hair a little distorted. Though your appearance was a masterpiece compared to what he looked like as he stood there hunched over in the doorway, trying so desperately to remove his shoes.

"Where the fuck have you been?" You tried to sound threatening, though sleep still laced your voice and it came out more groggy and gravely than you wanted it too. Standing up, you placed the empty glass on the coffee table before crossing your arms as you stared at him, waiting on an answer.

"I went out with my girlfriends, Mattsun and Oikawa," he joked with a wide grin set on his features. Needless to say it wasn't funny to you. "Taka! We were supposed to go out tonight…" you whined, annoyance clearly laced in your body language and voice.

He snorted and almost waved you off. Almost. "Why? What's so different about tonight than other Fridays? You knew I had practice, and me and the guys usually go out for drinks after. You know... you know that." He ended up hiccupping at the end of his explanation.

Rubbing your temples with your fingers, you took a deep shaky breath, "I can't believe this…" you muttered so quietly under your breath that Makki snapped at you to speak up, "I said I can't believe this!"

"Can't believe what?" Confusion etched on to his features.

"Taka, it's our anniversary today. We were going to go out to dinner. Just you and me. Not the gang, not our families. You and me." The realization dawned on him as you continued to ramble on about being disappointed in him for skipping out on your important date.

"Babe. Y/N, I'm so sorry. I lost track of time and completely forgot about the date… Let me make it up to you," he stepped closer, pulling you into him. Pressing his chest against yours, hands traveling from your back to your ass before giving it a firm squeeze.

"You're not taking this seriously!" You pushed away from him, both of you in a more than tipsy state. Swaying in spot.

Makki's eyes hardened a little, "If I'm not mistaken, that's what you love most about me. The fact that I'm funny and crack jokes." Another groan escaped your painted lips and he couldn't stop his gaze from quickly glancing at them.

"Yes, I do. I love how funny you are and that you can just let go. But not when it comes to our relationship, Taka. Have you even thought about the shit you've been pulling lately?" In an instant his gaze was back on yours.

"Like what?"

"Oh, I don't know. How about just last weekend at the club when you were talking about how hot the other women there were in their tight dresses."

"Can't I appreciate other women?"

"Not when you're boasting about how good their clothes would look on our bedroom floor!" Tears were brimming in your eyes, you could catch that much, thinking back to that horrible night.

"Or, or, what about just earlier today in the hallway between class? Hm?" They were now flowing freely down your cheeks, taking your makeup with them. But you didn’t care. He needed to know, and you needed to rant and rage. "Telling your friends that you didn't know why I was still around? That you just can't shake me?"

"Y/N you know that that was a joke-"

"But how many times do I have to hear it, or even do you have to pull that same joke? Are you really not happy with me? Our relationship? Like, I can't really tell when you're joking and when you're not. It's driving me crazy. I don't know what to do."

"You want me to change, is that it?" You shook your head, "You're not listening to me. I don't want you to change, I just want you take us more seriously."

Makki was quiet as he stared at you. Or rather, it felt as if he were staring through you. It didn't make you feel any better, but you deemed that it was needed. Maybe not in the way you wanted to let him know your troubles and awful thoughts but it was still something.

Thinking back to that night when Mattsun had listened to you, giving you advice, even he admitted that his best friend was an idiot and a total asshole. "It'll be difficult, but if it's how you truly feel, he needs to know. It's not ever gonna get better if you don’t talk about it. Whether it fixes anything will be up to you guys…"

He was right, in the end. Makki stood there, still staring. You figured he was just processing all the information. Taking it to heart, trying to figure out his next words. Making a mental note to fix something about his attitude towards the situation; now and for the future.

But that seemed to be too much to hope for.

"Bold of you to assume that I haven't been serious. Can't you tell?"

"Are you fucking kidding me? See! This is what I mean… I can't believe you…" throwing your hands up in defeat you storm past him to your shared bedroom, making sure to grab your purse, phone and a charger before heading back out to the front room, where he still stood there.

Rolling your eyes you pushed past him to the front door, slipping on your heels, not having bothered to change out of your dress, and were about to reach for the door when he caught your delicate wrist in his large, warm hands.

"Y/N…" he whispered, "I'm sorry OK. I fucked up. It was just a joke. You know how I am." Looking up into his eyes you felt the tears prickle in your eyes again. He looked so sad and defeated. Broken even. You shook your head and yanked your arm out of his grasp, "That's just it Taka, I do know you. And you can't change the way you feel and how you handle situations. I love you."

And with that, you pulled the door open before closing it behind you, pulling out your phone to call and get a ride. There was no way that you were going to be staying here tonight. Before you could call anyone though, there was a short honk in your direction. Looking up you noticed the same pair of droopy, drowsy eyes looking you up and down.

"Hey, Y/N. Looking good."

"Issei…" you muttered with a small smile, "Wanna hang out?"

He stared back at you, glancing up at your apartment window, where the lights were still on. You didn't even dare to glance backwards, knowing that you would find another pair of eyes staring at you. "Uh, sure… everything OK?"

Shaking your head slightly, you gave him a sad, small smile, "I don't know…"

…

Makki stood there, jaw slacked as he watched the door. Still closed, still unmoving. The same door you just walked out of. It was similar to every other time though, he told himself. Every time he took a joke too far and you didn't understand his true humorous genius, you would get mad and go out with some girlfriends, or lock yourself in the bedroom and he would have to fend for himself.

Yeah. This was just like every other time that this same situation played out. You leaving, blowing off steam, and then coming home to him. For him to hold you and rock you back and forth. Offering kisses and hugs that only seemed to spur on your love for one another. Typically leading up to fantastic make up sex.

A drunken smile spread itself across his features as he thought about it. How he couldn't wait. You would be back, you always came back.