Kiyoko x Female Reader

Backstory

(Y/N) POV

"Hey, can I ask a few questions" Kiyoko nervously asked me

"Sure ask away!" I say back to her

'Hopefully I just didn't dig my own grave'

"O-okay...how do you know how to fight like that? It's almost like you predicting his every movement." Kiyoko curiously asks

"O-oh...well I learned a lot of self defense I guess. At my old school so many boys were constantly after me and didn't even have the human decency to hold back their actions only acting on selfishness and impulse...it's also not like my father was the nicest man ever." I say almost instantly regretting the last sentence.

"Hmmmm okay, but why did you keep pissing him off even more than he already was?" She asks

'Did she not here the last sentence? Thank god' I thought before I answer her.

"Well when people get mad and let emotions take control while fighting, they become very sloppy and every more predictable." I say

"And you don't have to answer this, but was it your father that was on the phone that night?" She questioned me

My heart dropped

'Shit so she did hear the part about my father'

"W-well no. It was my aunt." I say in a quieter deeper tone

"What was it about? If you feel uncomfortable you don't have to answer at all!" She adds on

I just hung up our wet clothes and I go sit by her on the bed.

"Well, I can't hide it from you forever so uhhhh...my parents are dead, and it's all my fault." I say looking down at the ground

"When my parents were still alive we fought all the time, my father sometimes hit me but that wasn't the worst part of it all, he had the worst temper ever. He would throw stuff at me and lock me in my room sometimes. He, along with my whole family would ridicule me and tell me I don't belong and I'm just a disappointment, I easily became the laughing stock my my entire family, even those who were younger than me ridiculed me. The worst part is, I couldn't do anything but put on a fake smile and hold in the tears. My mother was the only one who made me feel like I was loved, she would be the one to bring me dinner and help me with my homework." I say as I feel a stream of tears rolling down my face.

I then continue on "Also my school life wasn't all that flattering, no one cared about me they just hung around me because they wanted to either sleep with me or become popular. Then one day after school ended I decided to catch some fresh air so I hung out at an abandoned parking garage for a bit, I decided to start walking home...but what I saw was my house on fire and caving inwards. I couldn't move, all I could do was watch in terror. My family still blames me for everything. I ended up inheriting all of my mothers belongings, which wasn't much just her bank funds since everything else was gone. My father on the other hand didn't include me in his will at all. Then during the funeral it was like I was still in shock, I couldn't cry for my parents death at all. Not even a single tear. Since then my family only addresses me by 'murderer' or 'psychopath' and so I couldn't handle it anymore so decided to use some of my mother's money and move to Japan." I start to feel tears roll down my cheeks as Kiyoko just looks at me with a shocked expression.

"I-I'm so sorry I asked" she worriedly says

"Kiyoko...it's fine, it's not like I could hide it from you forever." I say reassuring her that she didn't nothing wrong.

"As you know my little moment on the roof, that was my snobby aunt telling me the anniversary of my parents death is coming up soon and the the murderer should at least be there" I said as my tears started to dry

"I-I'm so sorry (Y/N)...is there anything I can do to make you feel better since I clearly just brought down the mood" she says with sadness in her tone

"Wanna watch Netflix on my laptop with me? I heard Love Island is a good show" I propose trying to bring up the mood

"Haha sure sounds fun" Kiyoko giggles

We both grabbed some snacks and drinks to eat while we watch Love Island.

After the first episode I look over to Kiyoko to se if she enjoying it too.

'I hope she's into shows like these...I mean she laughed too because who actually takes this seriously.' I thought to myself.

I look over only moving my head slightly so she doesn't notice.

'The way her grey eyes reflect the light coming from my laptop is so captivating, I almost never want to look away.' I thought

I quickly looked back at the screen hoping she didn't see me staring at her.

Kiyokos POV

I'm glad (Y/N) suggested I stay a little longer, because to be honest I didn't want to leave. I'm glad she picked Love Island it definitely brought up our moods. Even if she wasn't injured or sad I still would've wanted to stay.

Every time I see her in such a vulnerable state, it's almost like I can't leave her. I want to stay and protect her from the the world.