At Nightfall, An Akaza x Reader

37. Book 1: Pricked Pink

"So, not five months after meeting eachother, we both found a journal from them same time period?" You paced the room while Hakuji sat on his bed. "Isn't that crazy? Especially considering there was a picture of two people who looked like us in yours?!"

He nodded, "yes, very much so."

You paused, "was the picture why you told me to come over?" You asked.

He seemed hesitate before Homura jumped in his lap and stopped him from getting up. "No, not at first. I originally wanted you to help me with that since you... You do art," he scratched the back of his head as he half heartedly gestured to the bag on his desk.

You walked over to it and looked at it's contents. Other than snacks, there was hair bleach and pink hair dye. "You're gonna go pink? Why?" You snorted.

He propped his head in his hand grumbled under his breath.

"What was that? I can't hear you!" You teased him.

"I lost a match!" He exclaimed. "I was streaming and we made a bet that whoever lost had to dye their hair a loud color and I lost. Okay?"

You covered your mouth to keep from laughing at him. "I see. You know you should probably ask Douma, not me. He's gone silver quite a few times." You snagged the box of crunchy strawberry Pocky from the bag and sat beside him.

Hakuji gave you a dull look, "you really think I'd volunteer to hang out with him?"

You nudged him gently as you took up the journal he had received, "you say that, but you guys get along so well. Plus he'd do a better job than me. Now let's start reading this, huh?" You cracked the book open to read the first page.

Whoever was keeping these journals had been diligent about numbering and dating. Your's was labeled number two and Hakuji's was one. That's why you were starting with his. You began munching on the pocky as you read. "'My name is Akatsuki Y/N. As of now I'm seventeen years old and will be eighteen soon.' Holy shit, we have the same name too?" You turned to Hakuji.

"This is really strange," he murmured before snapping his attention to the snack you so boldly were helping yourself to. "Did I say you could have that?"

"You're gonna have to pry them away from me," you scoffed and stuck your tongue out at him. You returned to the book, a frown tugged on your face as you read the account of their father and brother's murder, and subsequently the murders they committed afterwards. You couldn't believe the fact you did that, though it seemed that the past you didn't do it without reason.

You swiftly moved the box of Pocky further from Hakuji when he tried to get it from you while you were thinking over 'Akatsuki's' actions. "You're going to have to do better than that," you snorted as you chewed on another stick in your mouth.

Hakuji squinted at you before he abruptly bit midway into the one already in your mouth and snapped it, taking the moment you had froze as an opportunity to retrieve the box. "You didn't ask for it," he said triumphantly as he ate the bit in his mouth and returned his attention to the book. It was just enough time for him to miss how red filled your face like steam in a kettle.

"So Akatsuki Y/N murdered their captors and some bystanders and then got found by a demon named Akaza? Then decided to join him in demonism because they had nothing left? What a bummer," he murmured as he took another stick from the box to eat.

You cleared your throat as you nodded, "seems like it." You flipped the page and found a drawing of the demon with notes. "Hey, look at this," you leaned into him to show him the picture. "He doesn't have these details in the photo, save for the numbered eyes-"