He didn’t mean to scare you, no, that was the last thing Steven wanted was to scare you, to hurt you - to hurt ANYONE!
His smile was strained, a desperate attempt to reassure you that everyone was fine, everything was okay, he could fix this,he could fix ANYTHING - but the shattered gem that he cradled in his hands betrayed him. Tears bubbled up from his eyes as he locked his gaze on you.
You were backed into the corner, horror swirling in your eyes as you attempted to keep as much distance between you and the half-gem as possible. Steven could understand your fear - he’d be scared, too, if someone shattered an innocent gem in a jealous rage and then dragged him into his house and into the bathroom to prove they could fix this.
Tears fell from your eyes like the water pouring into the tub, filling it up.
Steven wrenched his eyes away from you. (you were so gorgeous, did you know that? So gorgeous and perfect and good. Everything he wasn’t, everything he didn’t deserve.) He turned to the bathtub, his tears falling in and coloring the clear water a bright pink. He poured the bottles that the Diamonds had given him into the tub - yellows and blues and pinks and whites all mixing together, before Steven plunged his hand into the water, holding the shattered gem as tight as he could.
In a flash of brilliant light, the gem reformed, Steven letting go and backing away as the gem’s light-projected form reshaped and solidified. The gem, Aventurine, spluttered in shock, eyes wide with shock as she looked around. Her eyes settled on Steven, and a scream ripped from her throat. Aventurine scrambled away to the corner of the bathtub in a fruitless attempt to get away from her shatterer, the water splashing and spilling onto the floor.
Steven whipped back around to face you, a nervous, strained grin on his face.
“See? I told you I could fix it!” The half-gem said, gesturing to the terrified Aventurine. “Everything’s fine now. You don’t have to be scared or angry anymore.”
The young man slowly advanced towards you, smile wobbly and hands raised as though to show he’s no threat. Still, you remained silent, simply cowering away from him.
“Please… Please…!” He begged, voice growing raspy.
Please forgive him.
Please love him.