Identity V Oneshots

Flashy - Thief x Any!Reader (M4A Romance)

You awake in the middle of the night to the sound of rustling near your dresser. Confused, you try to get your eyes to adjust, but the darkness doesn't seem to like you very much. You'd never been able to see well in the darkness, even less than the average person. It was probably because you spent your childhood with the lamps on, even when it was time for bed. Many kids in the orphanage were scared of the dark, so the nuns decided they would simply leave the lights on. Now that you were an adult, you simply weren't able to adjust to different levels of light as easily as others could. Feeling around, you grabbed the lantern from your bedside table and looked in the corner of the room.

There was a figure hunched over, looking through your valuables. His stature and build immediately told you that he was a man, and his posture suggested he was of an older age. He had a hat on, but you could still see the colors of his eyes, hair, and skin. Cursing, you got up and lunged at the figure, grabbing him by the arm. He spun around towards you, basically blinding you with the flashlight in his hand. It was enough to stun you into freezing and the man made his escape through your window, taking a handful of things with him. You locked the window and called the police, but they couldn't find the person you described. They took down a note of what you lost and headed back to the station. Exhausted, you decided there was nothing more to do and climbed back into bed.

The next day, you were out and about doing your grocery shopping when you ran into a familiar face. In the daylight, he looked quite different, but you still remembered very well. He was of the same height and weight and had the same features as the man who had broken into your room the night before. Now you could see that he had scruffy, unkempt facial hair. And despite the fact that he was wearing a different outfit, the style was the same. You immediately ran over, pointing your finger in his face. The man seemed alarmed and definitely recognized you as the person he'd stolen from.

"Give me back my things or I will get the police chief right now," You demanded, "I can call for him if you're not up to the task, so hurry it up."

Grunting, the man reached into his pocket and pulled out your missing items. You sorted through the pile, counting each thing, before sliding everything into your pocket. "Now," You huffed, looking him up and down, "Where did you get the audacity to steal from me?" The man fidgeted a bit, looking from side to side like he was about to run. You stepped up in front of him, close enough that you could just barely feel his jacket brushing against your own. "Tell me or I call the police."

"I followed you home," He grumbled, "And hid in the hedges until it was dark."

"Why me?" You spat back, "That's creepy as fuck."

"Something attracted me to you," He replied, "I don't know why. Sometimes I just get the feeling that someone is very familiar to me. And when I do, sometimes I like to follow them and see what they're up to."

"You don't know me," You sneered, "I'm a nobody in this town. There's no way you have any sort of relation to me."

"Nobodies sometimes know nobodies," He pointed out, "So perhaps this nobody knows you. I'm Kreacher and I run an orphanage. Do I sound familiar yet?"

He did. Kreacher was a unique name and there was no way there was more than one in this small town. Memories came flooding back to you from your childhood in the orphanage. You remembered playing with a boy a few years older than you growing up. Then you remembered your developing feelings, and the way he kissed you behind the tree in the play yard.

"Pierson," You gaped. Your first love was standing right in front of you, and you were confronting him for being a thief.