TPOV
After yet another long day, I collapse on my bed with a groan after quickly hanging up my keys and retreating to my haven, shutting my door loudly. Maybe I slammed it a bit too hard… I don't want Black*Star to think I am mad at him. He is a prideful person, but he's also sensitive – though he wouldn't ever admit it. He would be crushed if he thought I was mad at him. Truthfully, I could care less at the moment. I wasn't angry with him really, just upset and disappointed. It could be so frustrating to deal with him at times, and I wish he would just grow up and act his age for once. This was the second time we've had to leave the bar because he got into a fight with one of the guys that were hitting on me. I didn't need him to smother me and be so protective when guys take interest in me, especially when he can't even get up the nerve to tell me how he feels about me unless he is drunk senseless and doesn't even remember it the next morning.
But I couldn't tell him that. I cared for him way too much to hurt him in any way. Still… I wish he could see how much he was hurting me. I buried my face in my arms and silently let the tears slide down my cheeks. Lately, crying myself to sleep was my only escape.
B*SPOV
Tsubaki was upset.
I could feel it. I had seen it in her eyes after I got into a fight with that guy. He was looking at her, touching her! What was I supposed to do? Let him take advantage of her on the dance floor? I had to do something, and then she makes me apologize! Me!? I'm much too awesome to have to say sorry to some lowlife…but for her, I did.
Tsubaki didn't speak to me the whole car ride home. She sat there silently as she drove. I wanted to apologize to her. She's the one who deserved the apology – not that guy – but my pride wouldn't let me. It was so frustrating! I had known it would embarrass her. I knew it would hurt her, but I did it anyways. I just could not help myself.
Now, currently pacing the kitchen, wondering what I should do, wondering if she was crying, locked up in her room again, I ran my fingers through my hair and exhaled deeply as I stopped pacing. I leaned over one of the chairs at the kitchen, my knuckles turning white from gripping the back of the chair. I needed to be the bigger man like I knew I really was and go say that I'm sorry. I need to tell her how I feel. It kills me when Tsubaki is angry with me because she is the only person who I know I can completely count on. More so than any of the other members of our group even. Whatever she asks, I do for her to the best of my ability. Even when I don't want to do certain things, she can just look at me with those eyes, and I crumble. I didn't tell her because…
This is stupid. I need to tell her. I had ended up pacing in front of her door, debating on whether or not to enter, whether or not to break down her door should it be locked. I stopped, and looked at the chestnut brown door with colorful, swirly letters stuck on it, the letters spelling out Tsubaki's name on it. I took a breath and opened the door, shaking as I set my hand on the knob. I hate how she makes me nervous. A god like me shouldn't get nervous. Tsubaki was my only weakness.
As I step slowly into her room, I knock softly on her door. "Tsu-Tsubaki?"
TPOV
I stiffened at the sound of his voice. Crap.
I shifted on my bed to more cover my face. I sniffed quietly as I tried to sound as normal as possible. "What do you want, Black*Star?"
I heard his approaching footsteps pause. "Tsubaki, are you crying?"
"No. What would make you think that?"
"Yes," he said as he stepped toward me and sat on the bed beside me, "Yes, you are."
I moved over and shifted my head away from him, "And if I was?"
"Tsubaki? Please don't cry. Please?"
I froze. The pain in his voice was genuine. He was hurting at the thought of me crying, crying because of him. I peeked up at him. "Why do you care? You never seemed to care before," I replied with more acid in my voice than I meant to.
"Tsubaki, please. I'm…"
"You're what?"
"I'm sorry…" he replied so softly, I wasn't sure I heard him right.
You're…what?" I asked again, quieter this time as I raised my head to look at him.
Black*Star looked on the verge of tears. His fists were clenched so tightly his nails were no doubt digging into his skin. He was blushing and looking down at the ground. It was heart breaking to see him like this. "Black*Star…"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to hurt you!" he yelled as he stood and began pacing. I recoiled. This was shocking behavior from my mostly laid back meister.
"I just wanted to protect you," he continued, "That guy was all over you! He was flirting with you and touching you, and I was jealous! Only someone as awesome as you is good enough to be my goddess. I care about you. You are always there for me, no matter what. Everyone else looks down on me, but you don't. You're the only person who cares! I thought I was going to be alone all my life, but then you showed up and inspired me to show the world how much of a god I am! You did what no one else could. You believed in me…and I-I love you, Tsubaki…"
He finally turned to me and I looked up at him with shock written all over my face. He was blushing even more now. His body had relaxed a bit, but he was still tense as he watched me, waiting for an answer, a reply to his confession. I couldn't move though. Seconds passed and all I could do was stare, dumbfounded. Black*Star loved me…?
He hung his head, "Whatever… I guess – I guess you just don't feel the same way."
I heard him sniff as he seemed to wipe his eyes. He was crying?
That brought me out of my trance, and I reached up to grab his arm as he turned to leave.
"Black*Star, wait…"
He turned to look at me with a tear streaked face, making his green eyes sparkle and look more beautiful than usual.
"Well?" he asked me, snapping me out of my daze.
"Um, I…"