HOME | DD

Description
You screamed in frustration, screamed it into your pillow of course. Lord knows that if you tried to scream your frustrations out loud without any muffling you'd get nothing but another cold-hearted lecture from your parents.
You wanted to fucking scream to the heavens! It was so unfair.
Perfect child...
You made grades without effort and had a spotless discipline record. But the problem was home.
You had no outlet.
You bottled up all your school frustrations over fights between friends, verbal and physical bullying, and even the occasional bad test grade.
You were expected to keep the same composure at home.
But it was hard not having anyone or thing to turn to. Which had inevitably brought on tonight's parental yelling.
You were not allowed to vent and if you did you were merely told to shut up and deal with it because it was life and you were to get used to it.
You bit down hard on the cotton pillowcase until you realized your phone was buzzing.
Picking up the call you pressed it to your ear.
"What?" You snapped in agitation.
"Whoa," your boyfriends smooth yet snarky tone purred out from the other end, "Someone's a little feisty tonight~."
You snarled into the mouthpiece, not able to deal his smartassery tonight.
"Fuck off Imayoshi." You hissed venomously, "I am in no fucking mood to deal with you, your mouth, or any half-assed crap you need. Goodnight."
You hung up the cell and slammed it down on the nightstand with a bang, making you wince.
You were rewarded with a warning shout from your mother as you had been expecting.
And of course this only added to your frustration.

~*~ Time Skip ~*~

You jolted awake during the wee hours of the morning to the sound of persistent tapping against your window. You scowled and opened the curtain, scrambling back and falling hard against the oak flooring at the sight of a shadowy figure at your window. You weren't worried about your parents at this hour. They didn't even come to check on you when YOUR screaming from nightmares woke them up during these early hours.
You swallowed and got up, flipping on the flashlight to find Imayoshi sitting in the tree outside your window. You quickly scrambled to unlatch it and opened it up for him.
"Shoichi!" You hissed, "What are you doing out here?!"
"Stand back, I'm coming in." He replied, ignoring your question entirely.
You puffed out your cheeks in frustration and backed up so he could swing inside. Imayoshi neatly landed on your wood flooring without much noise and shut the window behind him. You both stared each other down, your faces only illuminated by the soft light of your phone's flashlight.
"(Name)." Shoichi stepped closer, "what happened?"
It was a demand, not a question.
Your lips trembled and you couldn't stop yourself as you hung your head in exhaustion and tears slipped down your cheeks.
Soft whimpers and sharp inhales escaped you as you stood there in front of your more than shocked boyfriend who was now frozen in place.
You heard the creak of footsteps as Shoichi took a step towards you and awkwardly brought you into his arms with a heavy sigh. He swayed back and forth with you in his arms, humming softly and kissing the top of your head.
You only cried harder and gripped his shirt like a lifeline.
He was notorious for pissing you off and teasing you to the point of agitated table flipping while normally the most love he ever showed came in the form of his obligatory-felt need to pay for every meal on dates and mentally scarring every other man that looked at you in his own twisted way.
With a sigh Shoichi knelt down, bringing you with him until you both sat on the ground. You were curled up in his lap sniffling into the crook of his neck while he murmured sweet nothings in your ear.
When you finally began to calm down you wiped your eyes and apologized.
"Sorry." You hiccuped, "Sorry for breaking down on you like that."
Shoichi just shook his head and tilted your chin up so you could look him in the eyes.
"Why are you crying?" He asked with a serious glare, "who hurt you?"
Despite his asshole demeanor he did deeply care for you. He just had his own way of going about it.
You sighed and focused on the collar of his shirt. He was nicely dressed and his only half-buttoned up shirt gave you a welcome view of his chest.
You felt better oddly enough.
"It's stupid," you sighed.
"If it makes you cry that much I doubt it's as stupid as you say it is." Shoichi countered evenly.
You gave him an odd look, "I just...I need to find an outlet. I'm expected to have the same demeanor at home as I have at school, all calm and level-headed and always obedient." You whimpered, "But I'm hotheaded and stressed and I can't keep up the façade all the time."
"Facade?" Shoichi furrowed his brow.
"If I act out of line I get a lecture about responsibilities, expectations, and they remind me about all kinds of crap I'd love to forget." You told him. "I need an outlet but as of right now I have none and this bottled up stress is just-."
You gripped your hair and groaned in frustration. Imayoshi took your hands in his and kissed the backs of them softly. "Take a deep breath." He instructed calmly and rested his forehead against yours.
You did as you were told and took a few deep breaths as you touched heads with Shoichi. You felt a little better and gave him a tired look.
"Thanks..."
He hummed thoughtfully and settled on running his fingers through your hair. You purred happily and relaxed. You had voiced your love for having your hair messed with before but he had never gave in to your insinuations before.
"Next time you get this stressed, tell me earlier." Imayoshi murmured into your ear.
"Yeah, I'll be sure of it." You agreed.
Imayoshi kissed your forehead lovingly and gave you a quick squeeze.