The Silver Killer

Seven: Coffee Run

**mentions of rape/sexual assault**

"I'll help you," Five said, and a grin broke out across your face.

"Great!" you squeaked in excitement, and then you were off, marching down the hall without another word.

... okay, Five thought to himself, tele- I MEAN - spatial jumping down the hallway to meet you just as you opened a door at the end of the hallway and entered what looked like a bedroom.

The walls were painted a crisp, pastel green, with a full sized bed on his left and a walnut armoir on his right, a dresser across from him. There was no closet, but there was a pile of pillows in the corner, below a white shelf that spanned the length of a wall.

You grabbed a backpack hanging from the back of the door and dropped it on the floor, unplugging a computer on the dresser and stuffing it in, followed by a smaller bag, a knife in a leather case, your scythe (which pretty fancily slid in on itself until it was no bigger than a backscratcher), a roll of gauze, and some matches before pulling off your cloak and rolling it up, sliding it into the backpack. It left you in a Billie Eilish (who Five had never heard of) t-shirt and jeans. It almost unsettled him, how normal you looked. You didn't look like a killer, somebody that slipped into dangerous people's homes at night and slit their throats.

If he was being honest, it scared him.

Five's eyes were wandering about the room, so he didn't catch you turning around to seemingly rearrange something on the dresser, and was caught off guard when you twirled around with a knife in your hand, pointed right at him.

Immediately, his hands began glowing, balled up into tight fists, but you came over to him and took one hand, slowly prying his fingers open and locking them around the hilt of the knife, all while holding his gaze.

It was eerily silent for a moment, aside from Five's slowing breaths and your nearly silent ones.

"You didn't attack me," you realized with a small smile, scratching at a red mark from where your mask had been pressing against your skin for the past few hours.

He ignored your remark, not sure how to reply to it or what, exactly, it meant, and instead studied the knife. "How do you know I won't stab you when you have your back to me?" He asked as you stepped back.

You shrugged. "I don't," you replied, and left it at that.

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The pair of you ended up walking to the building, since Five insisted that he couldn't teleport without at least a glimpse of the building (though you knew he was capable of it, since he'd done exactly that to get to your place). Nonetheless, you let him have his way, and the pair of you walked in awkward silence to the building.

"Let's grab a snack first," you suddenly said, stopping outside of a coffee shop. "I can't live without a nice coffee before an appointment."

"Coffee's fine by me," he agreed, following you into the shop.

It was semi-deserted, with an old couple sitting at a table in the corner and a couple of students hunched over their laptops, earbuds in, typing away. A barista was wiping the counter while another one fidgeted with the laptop that served as the cash register.

When you slipped in, the man at the register looked up and smiled. "Ah, Y/N! Come on in, the usual?"

You grinned back at him. "Yep Max, I'll take the usual plus whatever he wants," you added, nodding to Five.

Without hesitating, the boy ordered a black coffee, earning an odd look from you as you paid and went to find a table.

"But you add sugar after, right?" you asked, sliding into a chair as Five took a seat across from you.