Hiiii! I hate to bother you but, I LOVE your blog! It’s my birthday in a few days so I was wondering if you could pretty please write a scenario for me? I love angst with a passion. I almost love it as much as I love Renji Yomo! I was wondering if you could find time, would you pretty please write an angsty scenario (which occurs after zero captured her father) where the reader (Yomo’s S/O and Yoshimura’s adoptive kid) believes their father is dead? Thank you❤️!

I love Renji Yomo angst too!!!! 

Content warning: talk about depression and suicide.

You glance at the large ghoul who darkens the door. The raven’s kakugans blaze. As you imagined they might.

“Are you daft?” He asks then, curling his large hands into trembling fists.

You lower your head. Ashamed. You just want to stop breathing. 

“You left your fingerprints after cleaning up a scene! Now you’re back on CCG’s radar. You haven’t been for, what, ten years?” Yomo closes the door behind him. He’s furious, but not with your carelessness. He’s furious because he knows it wasn’t carelessness.

“If they hunt me down, so what?” You raise your head. “This is why I volunteered to move out.”

Yomo is silent. His kakugans die out, replaced by watery eyes. 

A lump rises in your throat. You’re hurting him, and you hate hurting Renji. You love him. 

“I’m not going to let you commit suicide,” he says finally. “That’s what you’re trying to do, isn’t it? To direct the rage of the world onto you instead of Eto. You’re trying to be your adopted father so you can commit suicide like your father.”

You hunch your shoulders. A gasp, followed by sobs that wrack your entire body, follows. “I should have taken the blame before him. I should have been the owl before him!”

“No.” Yomo crosses the room and grabs your hands. “Look at me, Y/N.”

You force yourself to look into his beautiful grey eyes.

“You do not have to follow your father’s path. He wouldn’t want that. I hate his final path as much as you.” 

You hiccup. “You – you do?”

He nods.

“I felt like I didn’t matter. In the end, it was always Eto. And atonement for killings that could never be atoned for.” You whimper, and Yomo wraps you in his arms. 

He hold you tight against his muscular chest, and rests his chin on the top of your head. “You do matter. Especially to me.”

“You matter to me, too,” you confess. Deep down, you don’t want to throw this away to appease your own guilt. You want to stay with him. “Sometimes I wonder why you stay.”

His voice is low, hesitant. “Because…I promised the manager I would look after you.” 

You frown. 

Yomo pauses, and his voice cracks. “And I love you.”