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All Sales Final
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You and Ran are far from perfect but he knows that the two of you can be something beautiful.
Just a touch of angst a good bit of fluff and a side of banter? Word count: at least 15 words. Idk I wrote this on my phone it's fully unedited I'm sorry if it's trash. Also this one's for @feitania 🫰
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Bickering is exhausting. The tension in your body from emotional defensiveness manifesting physically is decidedly nightmarish and the rate of petty fights breaking out between your boyfriend and yourself spells doom for your physical comfort. Things just keep getting worse- little irritations festering as you pick at the scabs of wounds unhealed in every argument.
"i just," you sigh, "I just feel like we've been a mess. Like a dumpster fire in July."
What makes matters worse is how half the time, the fights dontt even seem to irritate Ran. He just stood there, half stifled smile and cheeky comments at the ready. It felt like even after so many months, he didn't take you seriously, downplayed your feelings. He left you feeling like your reactions were too big, emotions too strong, that you were just too much to handle.
The beginnings of a smile crooks Ran's lips up at one side, "Give it time girl," he places two fingers through the belt loop of your trousers and wiggles his thumb under the hem of your shirt to rub a little circle on the skin there. In a soft voice, he continues, "the fire feels divine."
You stop to look at your boyfriend and can't help the single short barked laugh that comes tumbling out of your mouth despite you best efforts to stop it. "That's... not as romantic as you think it is, Ran."
His smile breaks through fully and his hand slips under your shirt to gently press on the small of your back. "But I know you, and it didn't have to be, now did it?" The pressure on the small of your back is light. Inviting. Enticing. Familiar. His left hand trails up to your face and his pointer finger nestles under your jawline to tilt your head up to look him in his eyes.
There, you see the softest purple hue and the bile of darkness and negativity begins to melt away. "I'm not easy. My life is chaotic and unpredictable. It's hard for both of us and I know that. It's going to be harder if you feel like you're inconvenience me by just...being you."
Your mouth opens but he gives you a look so earnest you almost swear you see the little boy who needed to be heard so long ago and you chew your cheek instead.
"I know you doubt your reactions to everything and that you debate what to leave be and what and when to bring it up. And for what it's worth, I know my reactions don't help. Old habits die hard after all. But I love you. You. Who you are. For all your faults and the way you put up with mine. I want you as is, knowing sales are final."
A moment of silence meanders through the room like a thick cloud overhead. "You're a real sweet talker, Haitani." Your voice is suddenly so small it could blow away in the slightest breeze. "A real salesman with that elevator pitch." You match his embrace and circle your arms around his frame.
"Oh yeah? I'm usually more of the manager type but...when can I collect my commission?" Smirking lips capture yours and you think maybe this can work out...even if that joke was just awful.
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