Kiku x Reader: Broken Glass

Before you begin, let me say that I personally threw some things into this from my own life experiences. This is for your own enjoyment, but I want you to think about this. Do we all have a heart made of glass? Is it intact?
Please, continue on.
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When I began my life, my heart was born as glass. It was fragile and it needed special care. I had that for most of my life; people would polish it and clean it by showing me love, a true deep and pure love.
But things… they change.
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I woke up in bed next to Sadiq. His mask was still on his face and he snored loudly, proving he was stone cold out. I sighed and rubbed some of my (h/c) hair out of my face. I looked down at my arms and legs. Last night he was a bit nicer with me. Only 6 of them: all purple and fairly small. I pushed the covers aside and stretched my aching arms.  It was time to go see Kiku today. I dug through my drawers to find a shirt to hide the bruises I got. I decided on a nice long-sleeved shirt with my favorite tee on top. It had cherry blossom branches painted on it, each one in bloom. It was a shirt Kiku bought for me when I was in Kyoto for the first time. He insisted he buy it, as he had the money and was obligated to give me a souvenir. I grinned at the memory as I threw on my jeans and coat on, writing a note saying I'd be back, and slipping out the door without a single word. I inhaled the cold spring air and took a step towards the Vespa I owned. I put my helmet on and fished my keys out of my pocket, eagerly turning the key and vrooming off. The wind whipped like lassos against my exposed cheeks, but I just chuckled to myself and drove faster, carrying on towards a long awaited meeting.  Not by me, but by my muted heart itself.
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Sadiq was the first person to ever try to ruin my heart. I didn't notice it at the time, but I look back on it and laugh at how naïve I was. Everything he did, every kiss, every lie, and every smile was all in good nature to hurt me later. The thing that hurt the most was the abuse. I was so caught up in maintaining a boyfriend; I hardly noticed it was wrong. I just thought if society saw us as a perfect, happy, and devoted couple we would be happy too… that's what I thought. But I was wrong.  
1st crack.
When he began to focus more on his work than me, I began to feel lonely. I begged him to pay attention to me more often. He accused me of not being grateful that he was paying the bills and beat me each time I mentioned I felt lonely. He told me that I was wrong, I wasn't alone, and I needed to shut up.  
2nd crack.
He told me I could never speak to some of my friends again. I told him that they were like family and they meant the world to me. "Oh so they mean the world to you, huh? And not me?" He gritted his teeth and snarled. "If you loved me, you wouldn't care about them." So I did. It was one of the biggest mistakes of my entire life.
3rd crack.
What really broke my heart, the final crack- the final stomp to end it all… was the words he let escape his mouth last night.
"I don't feel like you love me."
Shatter.
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When I reached the coffee shop Kiku had encouraged me to meet him at, I spotted his head of black hair in the back by the fire. He sat drinking a cup of tea, his brow shirt collar and caramel jacket matching. His brown corduroy slacks were ironed and he stared intensely at the newspaper he held in his left hand. I somehow managed to get to him after walking through a maze of chairs and out of waiter's ways. I sat down in the large brown couch next to his little seat and shyly grinned at him. His eyes moved to me and filled with astonishment. "_-____-san, what are you doing here? I had no idea you'd actually come!" He smiled, somewhat of a relived glimmer in his chocolate eyes.  
"I had some errands to do, so I'm sure Sadiq won't mind me visiting…"
"It's been a year since I last saw you." He said closing his eyes and taking a long sip of his drink. "What have you been up to?"
I rubbed my arm and lightly chuckled, trying to fake something as a barrier to hide what was really happening in my mind." Oh you know, I got caught up with work, been traveling a bit, and I'm usually nocturnal with such a busy day schedule. You know how it gets… "Kiku was clueless to what happened with me and Sadiq. He knew we were a couple, but not anything more. It had been kept from him for so long, even though he was Sadiq's best friend. I guess the best secrets are always the best hidden in plain sight.
"Hm… that would be somewhat believable…" He set his cup down and looked down at the paper again." Now remind me if you will, what job did you say you had?"
"I work in Graphic Design for Sadiq's coffee company! It's a real treat to work with my boyfriend." The waitress came and took my order, which split the conversation momentarily. "I travel to all the places that sell and market the coffee."  
"Ah…" he said." That sounds nice. Working with Sadiq must be fun. Say does the work require a lot of heavy lifting or anything of that sort?"
I was puzzled by his question." N-no, not really." He looked dead on into my (e/c) eyes, sending a chill up and down my spine. I felt I was only saved by the coffee that the waitress placed on a wooden coaster on the coffee table. I was quick to pull it to my face and take a long sip. Anything to avoid his heavy gaze.  
After a lovely hour or so chatting about lighter subjects and drinking some fairly good coffee, I had to ask to excuse myself. "This has been quite fun and all, but I'm sure that Sadiq is anxiously waiting for me. I have a few things I have to do before I get ho-".I was silenced by Kiku's sudden move. He stole my wrist and clenched it , his eyes losing its loving glow.  
"___-san. Will you answer me one more question?"  I frowned and pulled my hand out of his grasp, which made him stand up and…
Pull up the sleeve to my shirt and jacket, exposing the marks.
"W-why do you let him touch you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about…" I snarled, shoving my sleeve down.
"I'm afraid you do." He counterattacked. "But that's not the point… Why didn't you tell me? You can trust me- I would hav-"
I snapped, the anger boiling in my blood." Shut up! That's exactly why I didn't tell you: you'd do something. " I grabbed my helmet and snorted in disgust, making my way out the door, leaving him at the table.
"I could promise you something more than he ever will!!" I paused and turned on my heels. Did he just…?  
"What are you saying?" I accused him, barking across the almost empty café. His cheeks lit up into a bright red, he sighed and looked up with solemn eyes, which only made the words harder to hear. "I-I've loved you for quite some time now…____-san. " He stepped over and cupped my face in his right hand. "I-I've never felt like this about anyone and I'm scared he'll…" his voice dropped a decibel. "He'll hurt you so much; I won't be able to help you." He leaned in closer, his little breath beating across my lips. I felt my face heat up and he stole my hands in his left hand. He closed his eyes and leaned in, which only made me squirm away. I swatted his face with my first free hand, waking him up from his stupid delusions. Tears streamed down my face and I whipped around, leaving him alone in the shop. He stood there, touching the tingly part of his cheek and frowning. His blush grew deeper as I shot off on my Vespa, a tear dropping onto his brown loafers.
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Kiku has been my friend for 6 years now. Before I even met Sadiq, I knew him. We met at a festival in his home country Japan. I was just a kid and I got lost. He was working one of the booths and noticed after lingering around for a while I had to be lost. He helped me out and sent me to my hotel with directions and advice how to get through the rest of town. He offered to be my guide. Hard to imagine it was 6 years ago when I got that shirt.  
After I began dating Sadiq, he completely cut off all communication with Kiku. He did it without explanation and no good reason… or so I thought… but now I realize he was trying to keep Kiku away because he knew how he felt about me. Of course I didn't figure it out until that last part. Funny how stupidity feeds into everything.  
But that moment he was centimeters away from me, his eyes closed, his hands holding mine… it was like he was watching me sit in the middle of the shards of broken glass. He observed my ways, the tears which fell like diamonds and my everpresent frown. He stood there and watched me cast my hand upon the broken glass and shout from the pain.
He was watching.  
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When the wheels stopped turning and I pulled into our driveway, I saw Sadiq's silhouette against the curtains. I felt my heart stop, but remembered that I had written a note. He would understand, I already bought all the groceries and had them in my big canvas bag. My shoes clacked as I walked into the house. I turned to see Sadiq standing by the fridge, only thing on was a pair of boxers. His well sculpted body leaned out and he turned his head.
"Oh, you went to the store. Thank you." He tried to kiss my cheek, but I scooted past him and set the bag down on the counter. He stood a bit dazed, but stayed there."…I guess I deserved that." I silently nodded and pulled the food out of the bag, passing it to him to put away. He ignored that and came up behind me, snaking his arms around and kissing my neck. He whispered something, but I broke free of his arms. Now he was angry. "What are you so angry about? If anyone I should be the one who's  angry."  
"I just don't get it…."
"Get what?"
"Why you do all these things to me?"
"These things?" he laughed. "What things am I doing?"
"You completely control me. How I act, how I think, who I talk to, what I do…"  
"Because they're useless! You should only be here for-"
"You? Why?"
"Because I love you! Why are you questioning that I love you?"
"If you love someone, you don't hide them from someone who loves them too!" I covered my mouth and watched his hand swipe across my face. With a loud smack, I fell clutching my cheek.  He grabbed my shirt and held me up.
"Where the hell did you go today? Who did you see? WHO did you see?!"  
I took a long breath and squeaked. "I-I saw K-Kiku." He threw me down to the ground and turned away , holding his head in his hands. He turned around, tears brimming in his eyes.  He wiped them away and yelled at me.
"Why did you see him? Why would you defy me? After all I've done for you."
I found the courage that I had once locked away. "For me? Everything you did was for your own selfish good. You never thought of how I felt…" I felt my tone escalate." Especially when you beat me."  
His eyes glazed over and he threw a punch at me. This time I was aware of it, dodging it so he could land into the marble table. He cried out in pain, which was my window. As he cradled his hand I stole my bag and ran out the door, slamming the door behind me and jumping onto my bike. He chased me out into the street as I started to watch me go, cursing in Turkish as he disappeared in my rearview mirror. "Goodbye, sweetheart," I said out loud" I hope you realize that it was you who wrote this fate. "  
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I pulled into a roadside motel and ordered a room. When I broke in, I landed onto the bed in tears. So what if I got away from him- now what? I had nothing! I left everything there, my clothes, my art supplies, anything that might help me get somewhere. All I had was my bag and…
A phone.  
There was a phone on the stand next to the bed. I greedily reached for it and dialed up the number I was thinking of. After 3 rings I heard a click and a voice.
"Hello?"
"Kiku!? Is that you?"  I felt my heart leap in my chest and I held my hand over my heart.
"Hai. Who is this?"
"It's me…_____."
I could hear him gasp on the other end. "__-_____ -chan! Re you alright? You sound exasperated."
I smiled. He was worried more about me than why I was calling. "I-I'm fine. Just a bit shaken up. You see I ran away from Sadiq."
"What? ____-san are you crazy? He'll come after you!" His voice was flustered and filled with worry. "I'm going to guess you didn't have time to bring anything with you."
I laughed at the irony." Yeah, I didn't really think about it."
"I'll borrow some of my sister's clothes. " He paused and there was an awkward silence. I grinned and said a prayer that he'd stay with me. He spoke after I heard the phone move around." ____-san, I-I need to apologize about earlier. It wasn't like me to do that, and I just… "
"No, Kiku. Thank you. You made me realize that I needed to get a grip. Thanks…" I thought I felt his blush race through the phone.
"S-so how about we… take it slow?"
"That sounds nice."
"B-but will you promise me something?"
"Hm?"

"Let me help you."
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Now you can guess what happened: boy and girl fall in love and live happily ever after right? Not quite…
You see, Sadiq found out what had happened eventually and tried to come after me. Luckily, Kiku saved me, calling the police and sending him off for good.
Love didn't come easy. We didn't just fall in love automatically; it took me a lot of time to learn, live, and forget. But he helped me as I promised, and he slowly began to pick up the pieces. Finally he helped me glue it all together again.  
Now if you look from afar, my heart is a full glass heart once again. Take a closer look, and you can notice the cracks where they were broken. But filling the cracks is glue, putting it into a whole again.
All thanks to a boy who saw me picking up ẞᵲỗ₭℮ⁿ Ġᴸåѕѕ  
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