Dear Loid, (Loid Forger x Reader)

EMBARRASSINGxMOMENT

The publishing company, where our favorite (h/c) worked at, was one of the busiest in the city.

And no, this wasn't your ordinary workplace. This place was a haven for (Y/N)— her safe place if you will. You see, when she ran away from the raging war with her father, she had only brought her journal, a blue pen, and a small stuffed rabbit that her late mother had given her.

During her times of running around, trying to get to their other estate, she had written her experiences in that journal, which— before long, became completely filled out.

Luckily, by the time the book was full, they had arrived to their estate. A large piece if untouchable land that could not be threatened upon without the physical force of (L/N) family.

And from there on, the future became unclear. With the death of her mother, Esmeralda, (Y/N)'s father grew frantic. He was terrified that out of the blue, civilians, victims of the war who were less fortunate than this family, would grow desperate and come breaking into their home.

So, he hired her a personal trainer. And there, they began to train, teaching her the basics of self defense, to how to handle a weapon such as a pistol. Training was hard on the girl, but, as her father said, "Practice makes perfect." So she thought, she thought that the more she practiced, the stronger she would become. So that she would become strong enough to protect herself and her father, without having to live in fear.

By the time she became a teenager, 16 years old to be exact, her notebook was long gone, packed away inside a box and stored away in the attic. And, it was around this time that she was trying to figure out her passion. She soon needed to find a job, and support herself on her own.

Something told her to go into the attic, and that she did.

(Y/N)'s fingers push up hardly on the attic door, successfully lifting it up and moving it out the way. Carefully, she climbs higher up on the ladder, until her head is peering into the attic itself.

It's dark, only a window bringing light into the quiet room.

She sneezes a couple times, allergic to the dust that floats throughout the room.

Her hand waving in front of her face with the intention of waving away the dust, but as imagined, it failed.

She pulls her body up, her legs now dangling from the ladder.

Once she gets up completely, she spreads her arms out. "There should be a lightbulb somewhere here.." She mumbles, her (s/c) hand coming into contact with what felt to be a dangling metal string made up of small balls.

With her index finger and thumb, she traps the metal, tugging it down.

A light appears, a very yellow and foggy light— nonetheless, a working bulb.

Just a bit old.

"Now where's that damn box."

After an hour of searching, she had finally found it. A worn out, dust covered box that held most of her childhood.

She lifted the box away from the pile of non-important boxes, and began to peel open the deteriorating box.

Her eyes widened in shock, reaching in to pick up the leather journal. "Well I haven't seen you in a while." she smiled while telling the book—

Wait, the book?

Her eyes went blank, her face still baring a smile. The journal directly in front of girls face.

Silent tears fell from her eyes that were now closed, her head leaning to the side. 'You've stooped so low as to talk to a book.. Way to go!'

(Y/N) sighs, disappointed with herself, but also a sigh of relief as she had finished her exploration in the attic. She sat on the ground, not bothering if it was dirty, and no, she wouldn't be going downstairs anytime soon. For goodness sake the girl was tired from checking boxes for hours.