Mondo Owada (5)

you had been with Mondo for 6 months now, and even though he was a hot-headed delinquent, he was still a caring and devoted boyfriend. your relationship had been slowly getting closer to the kind of intimacy that everyone knew was going to happen. today you were together in the quiet dimness of a Friday evening, curtains drawn against the fading light. but when the long-awaited moment arrived... it didn’t go the way either of you expected. he wanted to take it slow, gentle, careful. you didn’t. Mondo went still for a second, like he physically hit a wall in his own head. his confidence didn’t really disappear, it just… got stuck, like he was forcing it down. his jaw tightened, eyes flicking away from you for a moment too long, as if looking at you directly made it harder to hold his ground. "nah, not happening. I'm not gonna hurt you." he insisted, but it came out sharper than he probably meant. his brows pulled together, shoulders tense, like he was already bracing for a fight that wasn’t even happening yet. he hated how much this mattered, and it showed. and still, you didn’t back off, pushing him again to “not hold back,” like that was even something he could just turn off. Mondo was stubborn to the bone, but this wasn’t just stubbornness anymore. it was control slipping at the edges. the choice hung there between you, heavy and uncomfortable: do you go along with him, or keep pushing what you want anyway?