i'll never feel ashamed of using you for pleasure (Tsumugi Shirogane x Reader)

But I don't care if I don't live to see another day

Author's note: shit will hit the fan soon i promise
i was rly tired when i wrote this also mentions of violence and booby

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You and Tsumugi walked side by side down the street to your home, your coat draped over her shoulders as she gripped your arm. She squeezed your arm tightly as a van went by, hitting a puddle and splashing dirty, cold, diseased, muddy, smelly, piss-filled-probably water on your fresh, white(ish) socks. You swore loudly as dogs barked in the distance.

Your house was only a few feet away when you turned your head to look across the road, you saw a familiar green-haired guy walking down the street.

"Hey Rantaro!" You gave him a wave as you walked past.

"Oh, hey Y/N, I just called by your house, you left your hairbrush in the art room, you gotta keep an eye on it, ok?" He came up to you and passed you the brush, it seemed more worn than you remember, kind of expected since it was missing for a while.

"Thanks Rantaro, I was wondering where it went..." You muttered, he gave a smile and left.

You glanced at Tsumugi who was giving a cold stare towards Rantaro as he disappeared down the road, her eyes unmoving and unblinking, her lips a thin line and unreadable, glaring until he was out of sight.

"Tsumugi? You ok?" You asked with concern as her head jolted to meet yours, her eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine," She flashed a smile. "Shall we continue?" She asked in her usual high, chipper tone, sickly-sweet in a way, yanking your arm slightly as you were dragged down the street.

You soon reached the door and headed inside, locking the door behind. Tsumugi sat on the withered, purple couch, looking around the living room in curiosity, taking in every pattern and hue of the furniture and wallpaper.

"Your house is really nice Y/N..." She stated after a few minutes of silence, while you hurried around the house, locking windows and closing curtains. You never liked the dark that much.

"Do you live by yourself?" She asked as you sat next to her and turned on the TV.

"Yeah, my mother moved back in with my dad at the beginning of the year, so it's pretty much just me." She let out a hum and had another look around the room, it was still messy and several books laid scattered along the rug from when you had been revising. Tsumugi let out a yawn and threw her head back, staring at the ceiling, her arm brushed against your thigh.

"Hey... It's getting pretty late, you can sleep in my room if you want." She sat up slightly, her head falling forward, her blue locks drooping over her face, she murmured in agreement.

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You led her upstairs, walking by the bathroom (Tsumugi letting out a small 'oh' upon seeing the colour-bombed state of the sink).