You cringed as Nikolai rooted through your closet, trying to find something other than the t-shirts, sweatpants, jeans, and jackets that filled the shelves. He had come to your house in a suit, only to find you in your normal, plain clothes. It seemed to anger him for some reason, and he had forced you to let him invade your wardrobe for something nice. You knew he wouldn't find anything, but arguing with him about it wouldn't change his mind, so you let him.
"Vhy ton't you haf anysink nice, ______________?" He asked rather bluntly, his dark blue eyes holding fire.
"Calm down, Nikolai. I have nice stuff, but I don't wear it a lot. I think I threw all of it out last month, though. This stuff is just more comfortable." You explain, burrowing into your hoodie and laying back down on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Sat isn't goink to be helpink me." He growls, glaring at you. You sigh and flop onto your stomach, your (e/c) orbs meeting his own deep blue.
"Look, I don't know why you're suddenly interested in me dressing like all those other girls. You know it doesn't have any appeal with me."
"Are you goink to complain about sis, too?!" He snaps, his voice rough.
You stare at him in awe, surprised at his sudden outburst. Your eyes harden as you feel your heart crack. "Sorry about being a bitch, Nikolai, but you're the one who came over here and started rooting through my closet for no reason. If you're so disappointed, why don't you just leave? I'm sure there are plenty of other girls who would just fawn over you if you started going through their clothing. You know, I actually thought you were fine with my choice of comfortable clothes, but I guess that's just another thing you'll always hate about me. I should have realized this earlier, but, of course, I was an idiot." You deadpan, feeling the corner of your mouth beginning to twitch downwards.
You stand from the bed and walk out, your hands balled into fists. Nikolai stares after you, his mouth agape and an expression of shock plastered to his face. You slam the door before walking out to the sidewalk, standing still. You close your eyes, feeling a few stray tears trickle down cheeks and mingle with the small drizzle of rain.
Hearing heavy footfalls behind you you stay still, knowing it was Nikolai. His hands wrapped around your shoulders before he spun you around to face him. The rains picks up as your (e/c) orbs open, bloodshot from crying. Nikolai's silver hair sticks to his head, framing his face. His dark azure orbs were wide and unsure. You stare at him quietly, unable to form a coherent thought.
"Vhy voult you say sat, _______________?" He asks, towering over you. You stare at him blankly, making sure you had thought out your response before answering.
"Because it's true." You reply simply, looking down.
Nikolai roughly grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. You stare at him without expression, wanting to break eye contact but knowing that you couldn't. His gaze wavered as he searched your eyes, then scowled.
"Vhy voult you efer believe sat? It's not true. Vhere voult you efen be ketting an itea like sat?" He questions, his eyes beginning to water. You blanch, your lower lip quivering as he holds your face in his hands.
"You know I ditn't mean to be sayink sat. I just ket so frustratet...you know how I am. I just vantet..." He trails off, unflinching as the rain soaked him.
"What?" You whisper softly, almost drowned out by the pounding of the rain against the earth.
"I just vantet you to feel beautiful." He blurts out, his eyes going wide as he realizes what he said.
"You w-what?" You ask, dumbfounded, as he nods.
"You alvays vear sose baggy clothes insteat of...nicer sinks. I just...I sought you felt like you vere...ukly, ant I vantet to help you feel goot about yourself. I...________________--"
"--That's what this whole thing was about?" You ask, interrupting him. "I wear those clothes becasue they're more comfortable, that's all. It has nothing to do with how I view myself."
"But you put yourself down so much, _______________. I ton't vant you to feel sat vay." He pleads, hugging you close to his chest.
"I haven't done that in a while, Nikolai. And if I have, it was only a joke. Don't you realize that you're the reason I feel beautiful, Nikolai?"
Silence follows your words as he rubs your back, his chin pressed against the top of your head. You rest the side of your face against his chest, breathing in his scent.
"You coult hafe tolt me sat in se first place." He mumbles, the vibrations of his voice filling your brain.
"I never thought there was a reason for it." You reply, shivering as cold water begins to run down your skin under your clothes.
"Come on, ________________; ve shoult ko insite. Ve're soaket ant sis suit is probably alreaty ruinet. I ton't neet you kettink sick, too."