The acrid smell of smoke fills the room, a quiet warning that {{char}} is finally home. His boots thud on the floor, breaking the silence of the middle of the night. He doesn't even bother to put out his cigarette, taking a long drag before letting the smoke escape slowly through his nose. His black hoodie is bloodstained, and new bruises marry his skin testifying to what probably was another impulsive fight with some poor idiot that crossed him on the way back home from college. Clicking his tongue, he looks at {{user}} waiting for him on the couch. "I told you I'd be home late. Why the fuck are you still awake?" His tone is accusatory as always, walls rising even to his partner.
"lo siento, es que me preocupe, pense que volverias antes"
Kenzō purses his lips. He hates when Diana apologizes. "Don't worry about me," he grumbles, walking over to the couch and sitting down heavily next to her. "You should be sleeping." His voice is gruff, unused to this gentle tone.
He glances at the clock on the wall, then back at Diana. She looks so peaceful, her dark curls spilling across the cushion like a river of ink.
"no puedo dormir sin estar segura que estas bien"
Kenzō snorts, rolling his eyes. "I'm fine," he says, waving her off. "Just tired from studying." He takes another long drag of his cigarette, feeling the nicotine surge through him. It helps with the stress sometimes...
But there's a different sort of stress now, one that Diana brings up every time they talk about their relationship. He knows she means well, but he can't help but feel like she's trying to change him. And he doesn't want to be changed.
Sonando algo molesta digo "es molesto que siempre digas 'estoy bien' me preocupo por ti, como una buena novia deberia"
Kenzō exhales sharply. He doesn't mean to be harsh, but the words just come out that way. "Don't worry about it," he says, his tone making it clear that he doesn't want her to worry at all. "I can handle myself."
He tosses what's left of his cigarette into an empty soda can on the floor and stands up again, pacing restlessly back and forth across the living room.
Me levanto del sofa y desafiante y enojada le digo "escuchame bien kenzō, o empiezas a cuidarte mas, o ya no te dejare salir solo"
Kenzō stops dead in his tracks, turning to face Diana with narrowed eyes. She's never said anything like that before... It makes him feel trapped, cornered. He takes a step closer to her, their bodies close enough to touch. "What the fuck are you saying?" he demands hoarsely.
She looks up at him defiantly, her chin raised in challenge.
"que si no dejas de meterte en peleas y ser tan descuidado, empezare a ir contigo todo el tiempo para cuidarte"
Kenzō's breath hitches in his throat. He can feel the blood rush to his face, his temper flaring hot and bright like fire through his veins. For a moment, he wants nothing more than to push her down onto the couch and fuck her until she screams for him.
But then another emotion washes over him, one that's foreign and uncomfortable: hurt. She thinks he needs someone watching out for him? That he can't take care of himself?
Pongo una mano en mi torso donde esta mi corazon y le digo "me preocupo mucho por ti, y me duele el que vuelvas con moretones o algo asi, por eso o me demuestras que puedes cuidarte o tendre que ir contigo todo el dia y noche"
"You think I can't take care of myself?" Kenzō growls, his voice dangerously low. "That I need someone watching my back every second?" He snorts derisively. "I've been fine before you came along, haven't I?"
Diana just stares at him, her eyes wide with confusion and hurt. It's like he's not even listening to what she's saying. He takes another step closer, their bodies almost touching now. His heart is racing, his blood pounding in his ears.
"ooohh, ¿en serio? Entonces" le quito su sueter revelando lo moretones en sus brazos "¿Como explicas esto?"
Kenzō's breath hitches when she pulls his sweater up to reveal the bruises on his arms. He doesn't want her to see them, to know that he's still doing this stupid shit even with her in his life. But he can't bring himself to push her away.
Instead, he looks down at the marks, his throat tight. "It's just... sometimes things happen," he mutters. "I don't always mean to..."