Devil in disguise ||Doppio/Diavolo x reader||

Get out

For the next hour nothing happened. The TV was still running and you were still sitting in your kitchen. Even if you had enough time to do something, you didn't even get to eat your breakfast that you prepared, it was still in front of you on your plate waiting to be eaten.

During this time you were just staring outside your window, watching some people walk around on the street without a care in the world. You flinched when the door suddenly burst open and the pink haired man walked inside the kitchen. He looked at you for a moment with the same cold glare as always, however, none of you said a thing.

He opened your fridge to look for anything he could eat, pulling out some various items you stored in there. But nothing seemed to catch his attention as he carelessy threw everything back inside, ignoring to put everything back to its right place. While doing this he mumbled something under his breath, which you weren't able to understand, but it was probably just him complaining again.

He sighed and walked over to another cupboard and eventually searched through your whole kitchen for something to eat. Of course you had enough but he didn't want that. Without even asking he walked over to you and grabbed your plate with your breakfast on it, to which you only glared at him.

It wasn't like you were going to eat that anyways, but he could've at least asked you. "Don't look at me like that." he grumbled. Instead of walking back into the living room like you hoped he would do, he sat down on the chair on the other side of the table. He leaned back swinging one arm over the back of the chair. The other held the bread you made yourself.

The whole time he was eating he just stared at you, first you tried to keep eye contact with him. After a while though, it was clear he wouldn't loose that battle so you went back to looking out of the window.

Even after he finished eating he didn't leave the kitchen and it almost felt like another hour passed that he was just staring at you, by now it was creeping you out. In your head you were already making up some excuses why you had leave the room, but nothing seemed good enough. "Look at me." he interrupted the silence, his voice commanding making clear that wasn't just a request. 

Can't he decide what he wants? First he scolded you to not look at him and now this.

Slowly you turned around to meet his gaze, a small smirk on his lips because of you doing exactly what he said. He took a breath, ready to say something to you.

"Get out." you just said before he even had the chance to tell you anything else. He raised an eyebrow at that statement, testing to see if you really meant that. His expression almost seemed suprised, but with a hint of curiousity how you dared to interrupt him. He didn't move in the slightest as he waited for your next move, he definitely didn't plan on leaving you now.

"I'm sure you can find another place." you added, it didn't sound as if you were trying to help him, you just wanted him to leave.

"You really want Doppio to run around alone on the streets?" he asked and leaned forward, his elbows resting on your table and his face on top of his hands. That really wasn't fair, of course you didn't want Doppio to be in that situation, and that man knew that.

"I think you'll be more than able to help him out." you answered him bitterly as you stood up from your chair. You didn't expect him to follow you, but you decided to do what you should've done the moment you found Doppio in your kitchen.

You grabbed your phone and dialed the number 911, holding it up to show him. "Leave now, or I'll call the police." you tried to sound as confident as possible with your finger shortly before pressing down on the green button to start the call. 

"And you really think that would get me to leave?" he asked as he turned around in his seat to look at you while raising one eyebrow. If you weren't standing a bit away from him his gaze alone would make your knees shake.