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"Covered in the bruises you gave me."

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            I lay curled up in bed, snuggled up among the many crimson red and golden yellow pillows of my queen bed. It was not as comfy and warming as it once was, for I was craving someone. I glanced at the scattered paper left sprawled all over the floor. Poems and love letters wrote in messy handwriting. . . Rough sketches of a certain young man I've been craving over night. I felt neglected. I wanted him here next to me. . . But his royalty remained by his master's side. I kicked aggressively at the thought of the blue haired man with a calm face popping in my head. Envy had been bubbling in me for so long. I did not think of it much at first . . .but last night I snapped. I was not myself. The win that I've held back was coming down crashing over me with all of it weight. My love. My daily routine of going of going to my university classes and returning at the end of the day to spare with Ayaka felt . . . Bland. For I came home with no one to welcome me but Dango and Bingo, my cute ginger cats, waiting at the doorstep near their empty bowls.

           He was not home as expected. There was nothing I could do to get him out of my head. Whatever I wrote or drew only came out to remind me of him. His smile. . .his laughter. . . He warmth pressed against my back at the break of dawn. I wonder if I was to blame . . . Was he avoiding me? Alas I ended up here . . .curled in bed with no more tears to shed. I no longer felt human. I felt insane even thou I knew I should not. I cannot. I cannot hate him. Nor blame him or anyone. It just. . . Didn't feel right to see him be someone else's side all day. . .everyday.

        Kamisato Ayato, never liked his presence, alas I was very fond of his sister, a lovely companion. "Thoma. . . Oh Thoma. . . I don't know what's wrong with me," I cried dry tears and rested my hand over his side of the bed. How many months have things been like this ? Every time we went out something among the locals always came up. I just want a moment to be with him. . .Just a day. Just to know. . . If he ever thinks of me at least. My choked hiccups was all I could hear in the room, until the cats constant meowing pulled me out of my thoughts. I spilled out of bed lazily and strolled over to the living room, before sluggishly sliding the door open to the front yard. "There there Dingo I'm sorry I'm not home often–Oh love. . . ." Thoma froze upon noticing the mess I was, before he put down the cats. "Is everything alright ? Why are your eyes swollen ?!"

            I did not know what to feel when seeing him. . . relieved? Angry? Sad? Happy? So I slapped his hand away that reached for my cheek, and made my way back inside the house. "There are some fruity skewers and hotpot in the kitchen, you might wanna reheat them, " I sounded more depressed than I expected at first, but alas by the time I tried fixing my tone he probably noticed something was wrong. "It's nothing . . . So how was your day?"

           When did I get so. . . Awkward? I  tried avoiding looking directly at him and simply pulled out a bottle of lavender melon juice from under the counter. "They had it on sale today . . ." I started as I pushed myself deep into the kitchen's cabinets, but flinched slightly upon feeling his hand in my shoulder.

           I felt my toes curl and my nail dig into my palm . If I look at him I'll go insane. I'm dying for skinship . . .but that's not what I fear.

          My hands shook as I pulled two bamboo cups out and laid them on the counter next to the juice bottle. "I-is everything okie Thoma ?" I brushed his hand off and felt myself shiver at the heat left my shoulder, but alas his arms went down for my waist and carefully turned me around to face him. . . My eyes could only look down.

           "Why aren't you looking at me?! Please, did I do something? Did someone hurt you little miss?" He cupped my cheeks with both hands to look straight up at him.

Beautiful.

           Even with his face having worry wrinkles he looked absolutely beautiful. I was lost in his jade eyes. The worry. The fear. Everything that had clouded me was gone. What was I mad about ? My love. My husband was home. His face was so up close I could smell dango from his light breath . I just was lost in him. "Nothing. . ." I smiled as my arms wrapped around his neck and pecked on the lips . "You make me crazy is all~"

          His face flushed red, but alas he pressed on. "N-no something definitely up!" He panicked as I pressed myself up against him and pecked his cheek. "Y-you're awefully t-touchy today little miss  . . .HNgH!"

           Ya I had totally lost it. How could I not ? The moment I wanted all this time is here. "You don't like it?~" I sulked, tilting my head and untying my messy bun, letting my hair fall down. "Will you be mad if I said I was mad you've been so busy for so long now ?"

          His eyes fell in guilt. It was my turn to get him to look at me. "Thoma, " I whispered, standing on my tippy-toes to press a kiss against his neck. "It's lonely her without my lovely hubby . . . Stupid Kamisato man took you for himself hmph!"

       I pouted and grabbed him by the chin . "At least come home early Thoma, I am your wife, no?" His face was red with embarrassment and his mouth barely parted open with no words coming out. "No need to talk . . .  Make it up for me and recreate our first honeymoon ya?"

        His eyes barely remained locked with mine as I lay a brief kiss on his lips before sliding back into out shared bedroom with a cheeky smile on, leaving him stunned, butterflies fluttering in his stomach, and legs jelly.

Probably gonna make a second part.