The aftermath of the party was pandemonium. It consisted of shouting and arguing, discussions of the future and promises of love. Yamaken apologized over and over again, like he had something to apologize about I enjoyed it as much as he did, perhaps even more. But I am a victim of rape...It's unheard of for people who have gone through something like this to be fine with it, much less fall in love with their rapists! So I'm keeping my mouth shut and suffering through his apologies and tears...hopefully someday I can make him forgive himself.
I drive back to my apartment after a long day of college classes and sorting papers at my day job. I enter the door to see Yamaken in a pink apron in deep concentration, cooking a huge meal big enough for five. "Are we having guests over Yamaken? Why are you making so much?" I see him jump and then pretend to master his emotions and look over at me. "O-oh your back Shizuku? I didn't see you come in." he says slightly startled. "And it's the first day of our college life together, I know it must be tiring having to work to pay for college on top of the classes so to make sure you had enough energy throughout the day I decided to make big and nutritious meals for you." He states proudly with a warm smile on his face.
I feel my face flush as he says that with a stupid grin on his face, "Fine, do what you want." I say while walking over to the table, waiting for him to finish cooking. He looks so beautiful, I think to myself...especially when I know he's working this hard for me, on top of his college classes. I rub my stomach, and the growing bump there, "Well not just for me I guess." I say with a small smile. Yamaken glances over his shoulder, "You say something?" "Oh I was just saying how girly you look with that pink apron on." "Hey! It's so I don't make a mess! It was the only color they had!" he argues back, but I ignore him and walk up to him, then I wrap my arms around his slim waist. "Thank you for not abandoning me, thank you for not leaving me alone." I said with my face buried in his shirt. I feel him sigh and place his hands on mine. "Wouldn't dream of it".