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“Hope I never lose you”

Niragi x F!reader

Genre: angst, comfort, happy ending (no borderlands)

A/N: off topic but how do i get the ask box on my profile

The rain hits the kitchen window in a steady rhythm, like a heartbeat Niragi can’t get in sync with. The candlelight flickers slightly as he paces, frustration simmering under his skin.

“You always do this” he snaps, words too sharp. “You make everything about how you feel. Like I don’t get to be pissed off too.”

Y/N flinches. She’s standing by the sink. Her eyes, big and already watery, flick up to meet his.

“I just wanted to talk. You didn’t have to…” Her voice cracks, brittle. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like you don’t matter.”

Niragi’s jaw tightens. The anger is stupid and misdirected. Something from work, from stress, from the overwhelming fear he’s never named, that she could leave, and he wouldn’t know how to breathe anymore.

But instead of explaining, he says the one thing he never should.

“Maybe this isn’t working.”

Silence crashes down harder than the rain.

Y/N’s breath hitches.

“What?” she whispers. Her whole body trembles, not dramatically, just enough for Niragi to feel it like a scream in the back of his throat. “You… you don’t mean that.”

And he knows she’s right. But he’s too stubborn, too scared, too full of pride. So he doesn’t say anything.

Until she turns away.

She presses a hand to her mouth like she’s trying not to cry. But the sob breaks through anyway, raw and real, like a wound reopening. Her back to him, shoulders shaking, she chokes out, “I told myself if you ever said something like that, I’d walk away. I swore I’d never stay where I wasn’t wanted.”

Something in him snaps.

He crosses the kitchen in two long strides and wraps his arms around her from behind, pulling her into his chest. She resists at first, frozen and hurt and so damn quiet. But then she crumbles into him, sobbing openly now, and Niragi holds her tighter.

“I didn’t mean it” he murmurs, forehead buried in her shoulder. “God, I didn’t mean it. I was angry and scared and stupid. I love you. I love you so much it makes me a fucking mess.”

She turns in his arms, her face blotchy and tear-streaked. “You said-”

“I know.” His voice breaks and he cups her face. “And I’ll never say it again. Not even in a fight. Not even if I’m losing my mind. You’re everything, Y/N. I swear, if you ever left, I wouldn’t know how to live in this place. I wouldn’t walk down this street again.”

She searches his eyes for a long moment, as if trying to believe him. Then, finally, she buries her face in his chest, arms curling around his waist.

They stand there in the kitchen. Two broken pieces holding each other together. The mug sits forgotten on the counter. The storm outside rages on.

But inside, for now, there’s only quiet reconciliation.