Identity V One Shots {𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓞𝓟𝓔𝓝}

Mary x Reader: Let Me Adore You

Your coffee mug sat cold and empty beside your computer, but you don't notice. The breeze from the kitchen window was no longer biting, and the harsh sunlight had long said its goodbyes. Alone, under the watchful gaze of the majestic moon, your fingers moved furiously across the keyboard. The sound of the tapping was being hidden by Harry Styles blasting through your headphones. Besides the cricket chirping heard from outside your window, your keyboard is the only sound that echoed throughout the room.

Your eyes have been glued to your screen for hours, as you typed and retyped sentences. This huge project was due in a few weeks, yet you had barely started. You glanced at the clock at the bottom of your screen.

4 A.M.

Groaning, you rolled your shoulders. Another 5 A.M. session it seemed.

Eyes leaving your computer, you glanced between the billowing curtains on the kitchen window. The window was still open, you realized, and that revelation is what unlocked the ability to feel temperature in your body again; you shivered.

After a quick Ctrl S, you departed from your earphones and hopped off your chair. You grimaced at the temperature change when your feet left the carpeted main room and onto the freezing kitchen tiles.

The curtains ceased their dancing as the glass panes clicked shut.

The sudden loss of cold doesn't erase the emptiness in your dorm. When you crawled back into your seat, the icy feeling of loneliness grew like a weed in your chest.

Since this project was assigned, it'd consumed all of your free time. You hardly had time to see friends.

You sighed. It wouldn't hurt to take a break and chat a little, would it? Maybe someone was awake right now. You saved your work again before closing the tab. Turning off your computer, you picked up your phone and scrolled through your contacts.

Who would be up at this hour?

You passed by fields of grey profiles. Most people are offline. Made sense, given the current time. However, a small green dot caught your eye.

It's Mary Antoinette.

She's online.

You opened her profile, about to send her a message, but stopped yourself. Could she be busy at this time? Maybe her class was assigned a major project as well. After careful consideration, you decide to bite the bullet.

U up?

You texted.

No reply. Then, a new message appeared.

Qui, you as well?

You gasped. No way, the honourable Bloody Queen was up at such an unholy hour!

Yep...are you busy rn?

Fingers crossed.

...

No, is there something you require?

You mentally cheered.

Yea haha...could we chat for a bit?

The typing icon appeared, and you waited for her response.

Of course! What shall we converse about?

You smiled as your fingers flew across the screen.

Well, I must confess something...