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Endless disappointments you were met with when it came to Ayato. When stressed, he'd be flung into such an emotional state that he would become defensive, saying things like:
"I never allow myself to become emotional."
or
"Don't be foolish, I would not have mad it this far if emotional."
"Well if you didn't have your head so far up your own ass then you'd actually be self aware." You wanted so badly to put the head of Kamisato Clan in his place, but you knew that was not your job.
Instead, your job was to give him an objective standpoint on whatever job or commission he was currently dealing with. Nothing more, nothing less.
Is what you would like to say.
See, dealing with Ayato was like playing a card game. You may have had a few kings and queens, perhaps a joker or two, but he always had the ace.
"Admit it, Y/N. There is no use lying to me," His gloved hands would trace seductively over your curves through your thin kimono. "I know how you feel about me." His tone was mocking and cruel as you could only sigh in embarrassment. No matter how many times you threatened to no longer be his personal consultant,—he always did acknowledge how you did your job perfectly for him, each and every time—he would always have you right where he wanted you.
"Ayato, please just break my heart already. I can't take this back and forth anymore." You would whimper while he kissed your exposed skin, trailing from where your neck met your jaw down to your breasts.
"Hm? And who's to say I don't love you back?" He would purr, watching that foolish glimmer of hope trace back into your eyes. "Silly girl." But no matter the amount of hope that fluctuated in your heart, you always knew it would never be you. No matter if there was another or not, Ayato Kamisato was incapable of loving you. No one else but you.
Even while he was fucking you so passionately. Even while he would moan and whimper into the croak of your neck, muttering soft praises. Hell, even while swearing off that you belonged to no one but him, that he was the only one who could be so deep inside your warm cunt; you knew it wasn't you he was thinking of.
Perhaps he wasn't thinking of anyone, merely using you to relieve himself. Yes, that's what you would rather believe. It eased your pain just enough for you to look at him the morning after.
"Come here." Once by yourselves he would press you into the closest wall, hiking his knee between your legs, forcing you to grind on his thigh.
"Ayato, wait," You would push at his chest turning your head in embarrassment. However that would only give him more room to leave those familiar marks on your neck.
"I'm getting quite bored of you," He would whisper, causing your stomach to twist. "I think you were right, shall we put this silly game to bed, my love?" And he would always know the answer, watching sadistically as you would go against yourself, begging for him till you were crying. "Alright darling, I'll play with you for a little while longer." He would shush you with a kiss.
It was a cycle that you planned to break. One day.
"You said you had something you wanted to talk about in private?" You two watched over sleepy Inazuma, sakura petals gathered at your feet.
"I don't want to do this anymore, Ayato."
"Do what, my love?"
"Don't play coy Ayato Kamisato. This!" You gestured between him and yourself. "I don't, whatever this is, I don't want to do it anymore! It's only hurting me." You watched his face, looking for any sign of remorse. "Well?"
"That was all?" Your composure stiffened. "You could've told me that back at the estate, but knowing how dramatic you are, it was smart of you to take me here."
"Excuse me?" You failed to breathe.
"Come now, don't be so expectant." He sighed, grabbing your jaw with his thumb and forefinger before pressing a cold kiss to your lips. "I know at the end of the day, you'll simply come running back to me. And some part of you knows it to, that's why you're trying so hard to escape this cycle." He cooed, watching you cling to his clothes familiarly. "This is your last chance, do you really want to end this?'
"I,"
"I mean let's face it," He chuckled, pressing kisses to the shell of your ear. "I'm the best you've ever had, aren't I?" He pulled away, leaving you cold. "Well?" He was met with your submissive silence. "That's what I thought. Now, let's go." Hooking your arm in his, you both walked back to the Kamisato Estate.
Fuck you were such a fool for Ayato.