IGNITE || lrh
1573 || “The last statement is like a slap to your face, making you take a step back from the screaming match. He lets you go.”
warnings: hella angst bby
a/n: a very long overdue fic,, i’ll be getting to the requests soon btw hehe anyways that gif kills me dude oml also this oneshot is basically splurging all the angst idk man but i hope it satisfies :-D
The front door creaks open as you sigh heavily, stepping out of your uncomfortable shoes and onto the cold tiles. Another day, another crack in your breaking sanity. The wall clock reads 10:33 PM. Earlier than usual, you muse, moving about in your habitual routine. Your backpack drops with a thud, and you walk into your living room with a drooping hand running lazily through your hair. Luke is resting on the couch, legs splayed across its entirety. His head raises from the phone, and he gives you a tight smile. You’re too tired to notice.
“Hey, babe. There’s some food in the fridge,” He softly speaks, gesturing vaguely to the kitchen. You’re unbuttoning your uniform, moving to your bedroom.
“Not hungry,” You murmur. The bedroom is cold; the air conditioner is already on for you. After struggling to change into your comfier clothes, you drag yourself back out to get a glass of water.
“Your bills came in the mail today,” He calls out to you. The glasses clink together as you take one from the cupboard. Your thoughts drift aimlessly.
“Mm-hmm. You can just pass them over tomorrow,” You say back distractedly as you fill your glass. Luke clears his throat, twisting his position.
“Actually, I kind of already paid for them.” It’s carefully said, as if he was testing the waters. Then again, with the situation the both of you were in, you were always testing the waters. You pull back from the dispenser, back straight in surprise. A slow turn is enough to face him.
“What?” Eyes narrow at his figure, and he rises from his seat.
“I did.” A nervous laugh. This wasn’t the reaction he expected.