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“Hey! Come on! Are you really going to ignore me?” There was a desperate edge in Ayato’s voice, something almost fragile.
“Mhmm. And I assume you’re not going to backtalk me again either?” you ask, turning to face him. “I gave you rules, and you broke them. This is what happens.” As soon as you were done, you stood up and walked away, leaving him wide-eyed and choking over protests behind you.
You were thoroughly sick of the brattiness. For all Ayato said he was going to let you take control, he refused to shut up and actually let it happen. There were always protests, whining, disobedience at every turn.
And it wasn’t like he was just afraid. You could tell that it was on purpose, from the self-satisfied grin he gave you every time you gave up and let him bite you, allowing him to get away with being in charge for one more night just to spare yourself the trouble of a fight.
While it was pretty clear that the reason behind it was uncertainty, fear of losing his iron grip on what little power he had, you didn’t like it.
You knew well that Ayato thrived on attention and praise, that the few times you’d ever seen him close to losing it were when you’d treated him like something precious and loved.
And thus, you’d come up with the idea to do the exact opposite.
Footsteps followed you back to your room, and when you went to shut the door behind you, Ayato caught it, slipping into the room behind you with a look of something close to worry creasing his features. His hands clenched into fists, and his pretty green eyes narrowed, almost pouty.
“Fine. Please? Please quit ignoring me?” he asked, sounding more frustrated than pleading. You crooked a brow, then turned away again.
“What do I have to do?” he shouted, grabbing you by the shoulder and twisting you to face him. All you did was remove his hand and walk away, sitting down on your bed and pointedly not giving a reaction.
You were about to pull out a book when you felt a nudge at your leg.
Ayato had sat down on the floor, hugging your leg like a child. His face was hidden, ducked down far enough that you couldn’t see his expression.
“Please don’t do this,” he whined, a raw note in his voice that made something in your chest ache. “I’m sorry, okay? I’ll be good…” With those words, he squeezed you tighter, acting like he was afraid you were going to kick him away. For all you knew, he might really have been expecting it. This was, by far, the most vulnerable you’d ever seen the proud boy.
That was definitely far enough.
You leaned down, hugging what you could reach of his slender shoulders. “Okay, it’s okay. I’m going to pay attention to you now. All I wanted was an apology and some effort. You did so good.”
The face he looked up at you with was full of open need, something soft and fragile, that would have been so easy to shatter for good.
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