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You didn’t deserve it. You didn’t deserve Karamatsu’s love. Why would he love someone so gross and yucky like you? It baffled you.
Yet he still gave it. He gave you his love, and it hurt you. You loved him too, sure, but you always thought of yourself as a bad person and didn’t understand why he would like you back.
You didn’t want him to hate you, though. That would hurt, too. To know someone as kind as him would hate you. It seemed right, but also so wrong.
So you tried not to make him mad. You never called him painful, never laughed at him when the rest of his brothers were. Maybe that’s why he loved you?
But you knew that loving Karamatsu and having anger issues was never a good mix.
After he saw you hit Ichimatsu for telling Karamatsu to die, he dragged you to your shared bedroom and closed the door.
“What was that about?” Karamatsu asked, crossing his arms and looking down at you. You gulped. Your assumptions were right. He was scary when mad, and you had just made him like that. You were shaking, whether out of fear or anger, you didn’t know. Probably both.
“Well?” He raised an eyebrow and started tapping his foot.
“I-I’m sorry, Kara-Karamatsu,” you forced out, voice trembling, “I-I-I don’t l-like how- how he treats y-you.. so I- I lashed out...”
He sighed and raised his arms to hug you. However, you thought differently and flinched, thinking he was going to slap you.
“Hey...” he said softly, putting his hands down. Maybe now wasn’t the best time to touch you. “I’m not going to hit you.”
“W-why not? I hit Ichimatsu, so you should hit me back!”
“No. I would never hit you.”
You didn’t get why he refused to hit you even though you thought you deserved it.
Karamatsu sighed again. “Look, honey,” he said, keeping his hands to his sides, “I appreciate you standing up for me, but please don’t do that again.”
“Okay,” you muttered, tears hitting the floor, “I’m sorry..”
“It’s alright. Would you like a hug?”
“Yes, please.”
Karamatsu pulled you into a tight hug, rubbing circles into your back. “There, there,” he whispered, “You’re okay.”
You buried your face into his hoodie and sobbed. Your hands grabbed at his back, trying to hold onto him for dear life.
He kept shushing you, placing kisses on your head.
He’s so nice...
You didn’t deserve him.