•This is Real• [Diabolik Lovers × Male! OC]

Chapter 71: If you wanna Minaj I got a tricycle

Hoo mama, sis having some good good time writing rn :3

Part 4...?

I shiver.

The candycane striped wrapper is slowly torn by my ear, sending a barrage of quivers down my back.

'Subaru ASMR... Pretty damn good....'

I don't have to look back to know what he had just pulled from the box. A soft clink of metal against chain.

I'd found a nice white gold chain to which I attatched another metal wire creation. This time, it was sturdy jewelry wire formed into a replica of the dagger he gave to me. It was in no way a replacement for the original but I hoped it would help ease the sentimental value the dagger carried.

I, however, couldn't bring myself to look back at him, nor Shu who's glowing blue eyes stared up at me. Not even the sharp green eyes of Ayato, a person I had no issues with challenging while glaring straight into those sams eyes.

Instead I looked to the floor, intentionally avoiding their gazes.

After all, I knew what I'd see in them.

Hunger.

Need.

And worst of all...

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A desire that set my chest ablaze.

"Mhm~ Bitch-kun has great taste~" Laito mused, finally allowing me a distraction from the boys' gazes.

But the distraction was short-lived, the following festivities passing way too quickly for my liking.

We had a nice Christmas banquet courtesy of Ruki and Reiji, both of whom worked quite pointedly in opposite ends of the kitchen. Heck, Reiji even made me a small portion of his special fancy cheese carbonara after I stayed back to clean up.

To be honest though, I was just trying to find any way I could to avoid the inevitable.

'I'm finna get STABBED...'

After reluctantly setting away the last dish, I rinsed my hands of and trudged upstairs.

It was time to give my answer.

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Not that I ever doubted what it'd be.

I crossed the hall, coming to Subaru's door. I take a breath and knock on it as though it were glass. The sound was barely audible. I stood there for a heart pounding minute before I knocked again, louder.

I couldn't stand the tension, it was knawing, ripping at me painfully.

Still, no response.

I raise my fist to knock once more. Third times a charm right?

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Too much of a charm.

My raised fist is enveloped in calloused palms.

I'm pulled back into a chest.

"What the-!" I gasp as the room spins around me.

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I recognise that messy, paint-stained dresser and crumpled sheets that are never made anywhere.