YTTD x Reader Oneshots

[AU] ❅ Keiji x Reader ❅

A/n: I have been thinking about this one recently...Due to some internet friends on discord, I couldn't get the song 'The Kid Laroi, Justin Bieber - Stay' out of my head and I thought that maybe taking it as a little inspiration or idea to write wouldn't be bad.

I apologize that this is coming out pretty late and just to let you all know beforehand:
This will contain some mentions of Keiji's trauma. I won't dig too deep into it.

Request by: LemonCam / YesHiYellow

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Starting Point: Before the Death Game

Little Spoilers: nothing big, significant or detailed.

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❅ Stay ❅

It was another night on which the blonde haired neighborhood policeman sat in the bar alone with no company, completely exhausted from work. Sighing, he glanced at the half empty glass and the bottle next to it which were both in front oh him and as much as he tried to hold back, he took another sip from it, the pain being too strong to hold him back from drinking more. He wished he didn't remember what was happening just recently. And how he wished he could stop the thoughts circling around his head and erase the memory from his mind. But he was aware that he wouldn't be able to. The recent incident sure left a bad trauma for him.

It had been days and over some time the days became weeks.

He would spent each night after work at the bar with no care in the world. However, there had been someone that was worried about him. And to no surprise that someone was his significant other of course.

'Another missed call', Keiji thought as he looked down on his phone pretty much uninteresed. He knew that ignoring them further wasn't right and that he should pick up the call next time. But he didn't know what to say - how to respond to their numerous questions out of worry. There were always chances for him to lie. But knowing that it had being going on for a while, he was sure that they knew that he wasn't simply drinking with some buddies from work or working extra hours.

Telling the truth for once wouldn't hurt then, would it?

No, it would definitely hurt - not only him, but them too. Even if they knew where he was, the worry in their eyes would definitely reflect onto him as soon as they found out where he was hiding which would leave him more guilty than he already felt.

How many nights had it been? How many nights did he come home late while they were already asleep, not managing to stay up further to wait for him to come home? He didn't count the days. But he was sure that eventually they did.

Because they loved him even if he was selfish at times like these.

Another vibrating came from his phone that was tucked back into the pocket of his pants a while ago. He sighed, knowing that it was inevitable to keep running from them even further. They were not only stubborn, but also a well-known detective. And that was what he loved but also sometimes disliked about them. They were smart and could figure out themself what might have happened and where he was. He could even imagine them entering the bar any moment to drag him home for a serious talk. Finding out locations was nothing too hard for them. Yet, they were probably aware that he needed his space and left him alone until then.

They must have been fed up with his behavior by now.

Sighing silently to himself, the policeman answered the call hesitantly, waiting for the shower of questions to come. But it never came - neither was there a single greeting. The only thing that he heard coming from his phone was an voice that was monotonous and as cold as ice. Yet, it still belonged to his lover. "I'm coming to pick you up. Prepare yourself" was all that was said, the phone call ending right after.