Don't give up | Black! Oc x Male Reader

Chapter 1

(Warning talk of Suicide)

Y/n laid in bed, snuggled up and playing games on his phone. It was 7 in the evening and he hadn't left the bed since 7pm yesterday. Y/n had slept over 12 hours, and then hadn't left the bed since, except to pee. Other than that, he didn't. Not to eat or drink.

Now, it was catching up to him. His throat went dry, and his stomach cried out for food.

'Just a nap...' Y/n thought to himself.

He got off his phone, and tried to fall back asleep, but couldn't. His throat was begging for water, and his stomach was trying to eat itself.

'Fine... Let's do the bare necessary to survive...' Y/n thought miserably.

Y/n rolled out of bed, and stepped over his dirty laundry. The pile was huge, but Y/n didn't care enough to clean them. Not just yet, anyways. His room had to get to a certain level of dirty before he cleaned it.

It was excuse after excuse with Y/n.

"I'll clean it tomorrow after work."

"I can't clean my apartment today, I have to work tomorrow."

"I'm tired. I'll take a nap and then do it."

Just anything to not do it. The dishes were semi clean. There was a small pile, but it wasn't too bad in the kitchen. Y/n rented an to himself apartment, but it wasn't the best smelling or the cleanest.

Y/n had a job working at his family's cafe called the Blue's Drinks and Sweets.

Y/n opened the refrigerator, to see he hadn't gone shopping. There was eggs and milk in fridge.

'I could make an omelette... Nope. The cafe it is.'
Y/n closed the almost empty refrigerator.

He grabbed his phone, and forced himself to walk a block to go to Blue's Drinks and Sweets. Y/n walked into the cafe, and saw his younger sister, who was 17, Madeline working the register. Y/n was turning 21 this year.

Y/n walked into the back, to make his favorite slushie. Strawberry lemonade. Making slushies was the highlight of Y/n's days. One of the very few things that kept him going.

He saw his mom working in the back.

"Hey, Y/n! How's my wonderful son?" Lily,
Y/n's and Madeline's mom, smiled.

Y/n shrugged. "Not dead yet." Y/n voice was dead and tired. He started making his slushie.

"Anything good happen?"

"Didn't starve to death."

Lily sighed. She wished her son gave more of an reaction. Ever since his father died, Y/n had been depressed. He barely ate, barely drank, barely did anything. He was slowly giving up, and Lily was scared that she'll find her son dead to suicide.

"Good. Don't just drink a slushie, please eat something. I can hear your stomach growling." Lily worriedly told Y/n.

Y/n finished making his slushie, and grabbed a fresh donut. He left the kitchen and went to a booth. He sat down, and had a small meal.

Y/n was half asleep while eating and drinking. There was a small hope he would choke and die.

A male with dark brown skin, purple hair and purple eyes. He was tall, and lean. Y/n stopped chewing, and stared at the man.

He swallowed hard, and started coughing. This brought the attention of the passing man, Madeline, and the other costumers.

Madeline raced over to her big brother. "Are you okay?!"

"Y—Yeah..." Y/n coughed a bit more. He sipped on his slushie, and managed to calm down.

Madeline sighed in relief. "Good." She patted Y/n's head and walked away back to the register.

She took the guys order, and had him sit down. The man turned to look at the available seats. Y/n snapped his eyes down to the table, making sure he didn't make eye contact with the man.

Y/n felt a familiarity with the man, but couldn't be to suspicious in checking him out.

The man walked past Y/n's seat. They met eyes, and Y/n knew who it was.

Yume Okumura. An African American man, who Y/n used to go to highschool with. Yume was the class clown back in highschool. Y/n was more of a geek in highschool, so they didn't often cross paths.

They had accounting and creative writing together, but that was all Y/n could remember of Yume. Yume had some funny jokes, bad jokes, and jokes that only made him laugh.

Yume was a chubby boy who just wanted to make everyone smile, but now, he was much more lean, and covered his ear every so often. It was an odd thing, but nonetheless, Yume was now much more attractive than highschool.

Yume stopped in front of Y/n.

"Do I know you?" Yume asked.

"Y/n L/n. Accounting and creative writing in highschool."

Yume thought about it. He looked up into the sky, as he he was trying to find his answer there. He snapped his fingers in realization.

"Oh yeah, Y/n. Long time no see, dude. How ya been? Sound half dead." Yume chuckled at the end. It was meant to be a joke.

"Because I am." Y/n bluntly said. "I'm a dead soul in a living body."

Yume sweat dropped. He didn't mean for Y/n to take it seriously. Yume sat down across from Y/n.

"Just kidding. Hahaha." Y/n faked laugh, seeing that Yume was slightly uncomfortable.

Yume laughed too. He didn't see the fakeness. The mask.

"You got me there. I thought you were serious." Yume laughed.

"No. Not at all. I'm fine though. How have you been? Any success as a comedian?" Y/n asked.

"Ah, well, that plan didn't work out." Yume sighed sadly. "I'm an author now."

"Oh? What books have you written?" Y/n asked.

"Uhm... I don't really want to expose my identity... Let's just say, I'm pretty popular in the world of books."

Y/n nodded. "Understood."

"Do you come here often?" Yume asked.

"I work here."

"So I have start coming more often..." Yume mumbled.

"Why?" Y/n asked, hearing what Yume said.

Yume covered his mouth. "I didn't mean to say it..." Yume spoke muffled into his hand.

"So you were thinking it?" Y/n raised a brow, sipping on his slushie.

"Ahem. You're much smarter than I remember."

"I am."

"And a lot more arrogant..." Yume mumbled.

"You meant to say that."

"So you're much smarter than you look." Yume innocently smiled.

"Oh? Is that supposed to be an insult?"

"It is, smartass."

"You're much ruder than I remember."

Yume heard his name be called. He stood up.

"Life changes people. Sometimes for the better. Others, for the worse."

Yume grabbed his hot chocolate in the beginning of summer, stuffed his other hand into his hoodie pocket, and left the cafe.