《♤•Hard To Stay, Harder To Let Go•♤》{Yandere Osamu Dazai x Female Reader}

9: Are you okay?

'It's only Sunday, one more day before work again.'

Osamu left yesterday, soon after our shower together to go get some clothes from wherever he lives. I don't have a clue where that would be. He said he'd be back sometime today. I just hope it's soon.

'Come to think of it, I still don't know all that much about him. maybe I should ask him about himself.'

I was left alone at my apartment for the time being, going around and cleaning the place up a bit. I was dusting the TV and I saw the markings on my neck in the reflection of the screen, once again reminding me of what occured the other night.

'Who knew he would be so into marking. That's the only reasonable explanation for all of these.'

I felt along my neck, evey so often wincing at the sudden jolt of tenderness. They were starting to fade now, but it would still be a while before they were gone. It was nice to think that he did this, I felt like it meant that he cared for me, just a way that he showed affection. Though it did suck that there were so many, it would be easier to hide if it was just one or two.
He's still kind of a stranger to me. I can't help but feel a certain way around him. He's got some sort of aura around him. It keeps drawing me in. Sometimes I'm pushed away by my feelings and other times that aura of his drags me back.

'He's such a loveable weirdo. I guess he's my loveable weirdo for right now.'

Smiling at the thought I went over to the kitchen to dispose of the dust and lint I had caught onto the duster. I then heard a knock. Setting the duster down, I then went to open the door. Sure enough it was the one and only.

"Oh hey, Osamu. Come on in." I stepped aside from the door to let him walk in. He was in his usual attire, with the tan trench coat and all. I noticed he had a big duffle bag with him, presumably filled with clothes and hygienic products.
I went back over to the kitchen and started messing with the duster again, carefully shaking it out inside of the trashcan. I felt a hand on my chin, making me face the owner. He looked into my eyes then leaned closer to me, giving me a quick kiss on the lips.

"You can just put your bag in my room if you'd like." I went back to cleaning, turning back to the duster, trying not to let myself get flustered.

'Just go back to cleaning. Just go back to cleaning. Nothing happened....'

I felt Osamu's eyes on me, watching as I cleaned and tried to act normal.

"That's a cold reaction, [Y/N]. You usually get all flustered and hide your face." I heard him step closer to me, ever so slightly creeping forward.

"Is something wrong?" His gaze now felt different, startling me and making me freeze in place. It felt icy and cold.

He stepped closer.

'What's going on?'

Something was off. I felt strangely terrified, threatened even. I couldn't tell what was wrong. But I knew something was.

Creeping closer

I couldn't move. Frozen in place. My body tensed up at the feeling of a hand on my shoulder.

"[Y/N]." He spoke. It sounded all the more threatening.

'Whats wrong with him?'

'Or is there something wrong with me?'

I took an inconspicuous moment to swallow the saliva that had welled up in my mouth. Preparing myself for what was to come, I turned around and put on a genuine looking smile.