LOIDxREADER
After a horrible breakup, (Y/N) decides to find a rebound at the bar where she gets taken by a man named Loid Forger. After finding out that Loid is after her brother, she decides to help him with his mission.
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After about an hour of waiting for Robert and Tiffany to wake up, Loid and I starting coming down from our high. It was a relief. Having everything heightened was exhausting, especially when you couldn't stop thinking about things that already made you stressed and gave you anxiety. I'm just glad it was all over. Now all I had was a big headache.
"Are you guys feeling better now?" Franky asked Loid and I who were sitting against the wall.
Both of us nodded, too tired to speak, saving our energy for our interrogation with Keith's friends. I really hope they weren't involved with his doings...
What if they were helping him? What if this was a trap? What if this whole plan falls through the roof? Ugh. I'm thinking too much about this. They're just his friends. Maybe they don't even know a single bad thing he's done. They're innocent until proven guilty. I had to remind myself of that.
Oh my god. Yor. What the fuck am I going to do about her? Do I tell Loid? I-I can't kill Loid... so does that mean she's really going to kill me like she claims if I don't help?
I don't know what to do about anything.
Thinking of these things was shooting my nerves through the roof, I started to feel nauseous. I think I was going to puke...
"I-I'm gonna go to the bathroom," I said, quickly standing up and heading to the door.
"(Y/N), wait..." I heard Loid say, following me.
I barged into the bathroom and immediately positioned myself in front of the toilet.
Loid followed me in and closed the door behind him, rushing to my side shortly after.
My breath started stuttering and my face felt cold.
"It's okay, just let it out," Loid said as he scooped my hair out of my way, holding all of it with just the grasp of his hand.
I started dry heaving. Nothing was coming out. It fucking hurt... my chest was on fire. Not only that, but it was humiliating since Loid was watching. I eventually gave up and plopped myself on the ground taking deep breaths.
"Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong? Talk to me," Loid said concernedly as he kneeled beside me, taking a hold on my shoulder.
"How the fuck do you do this?" I asked in between each heavy breath.
"What do you mean...?" Loid asked.
"This. Being a spy. Going undercover. Confronting people. I mean, p-possibly killing them. I just... I don't know how you do it! I'm so fucking anxious just waiting for these college kids to wake up. Anxious about my brother, anxious about us, about..." I rambled and was able to stop myself. I wanted to say Yor, but I felt like it wasn't good timing.
"Us?" Loid asked with a raised eyebrow.
I sighed. I didn't even realize that I said that, I was talking way too fast.
