Akaza x Douma Oneshot

Intruder

There's different ways to think about living alone.It's all a matter of opinion.

You can love living alone,nobody around to bug you constantly.Everything is how you want it.

Although if you live with anxiety it could be a problem.Paranoia can really fuck with the way you think,seeing things that aren't there,hearing things that aren't there.

That's how was for young Akaza Soyama.Living  in a medium sized apartment funded by the government due to his dad's death only at the age of 13.Apparently he was murdered.

Another thing was that he had to move towns so he left his friends behind.Unfortunately he could never reach them.

Of course he didn't like living alone but he didn't really have any option.He didn't really have any friends and the apartment building was practically abandoned,he'd sort of gotten use to it since it had been 3 years.The only human interaction he ever really has was when he went to a local café,he only every got a drink but he was always served by one boy.

A tall blond teenager with beautiful rainbow eyes,palish skin.Probably one of the most beautiful people that Akaza has ever seen.Sometimes,very deliberately,he would come into the café when the blond's shift would end just so they could talk for a little while.It was nice to have somebody to talk too,especially after like three whole years of self-isolation.After a little while he grew closer with the blond,he learnt that he was called Douma and eventually he invited him back to his apartment.There's only a two year age gap between them both.

Although after a while Douma stopped showing up to work then about a month later he was classed as missing.Eventually it turned into a whole year and Akaza is officially 17.

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Akaza hummed a tune gently,waiting for his food to finish cooking in the microwave.It's past 9 o'clock in the afternoon,only the kitchen light was in the apartment.Certainly making the whole place seeming pretty creepy and the fact this apartment building was practically abandoned didn't help.Neither did the sound of his locked front door opening.He kept his mouth shut,quietly moving backwards into the living room.No audible footsteps were heard but he definitely knew that somebody was in his apartment.

Now he was stood in the middle of his living room,surrounded by the pitch black shadows.Akaza stepped backwards just to make sure no light was making him visible although his back hit something.There wasn't a wall there,it would have been a couch which meant he would have fallen.
"Hello Akaza," that voice was so familiar.Although he didn't like the tone it sounded so...happy but sadistic.As quickly as he could he ran back into the kitchen,the person moved forward into the light and he almost ran together them.The only thing that stopped him was the blood that stained the white shirt that they were wearing.

"Douma..?" Akaza almost whispered,leaning against one of the kitchen countertops for support as his legs were shaky.The blond smiled innocently and walked forward until he was right in front of the younger teenager.
"Hello sweetheart," Douma leaned close,gently cupping the shorter boy's face in his hands.Nothing but happiness was shown in his beautiful rainbow eyes.At least his good-looks hadn't changed at all in a year."I'm sorry for disappearing for a year but you left me to behind with," he effortlessly picked up the pink haired boy,placing him on the countertop,giggling at the reaction.
"I-...I never left you," of course he was dumbfounded,the time he had ever met the blond was the first time he had ever gone to that café.
"Yes you did!After your father died you abandoned me in that stupid little town but now~ we can stay together!" Honestly he didn't remember ever meeting Douma before the café but he was sure he would remember.

Eventually.

"You look just as adorable as ever,it makes me want to squish your cheeks!" Douma giggled with a large grin,pulling the younger teenager closer to his own body.Resting his forehead against his shoulder.
"D-Douma how did you g-get in?" Akaza almost whispered,leaning his head to the side as he felt kisses being left on the right side of his neck.A final kiss was placed just under his jawline before the other spoke.
"Not important love but I can assure you that I'll never leave you again," the blond pulled him down from the counter,kissing him on the forehead before dragging him into the bedroom.Playfully pushing him onto the bed.

"Douma why...why do you have blood on your shirt?" Akaza was now getting nervous,clearly the blood didn't belong to the other or so he thought since there was no rips in the shirt.
"Ah,I'm sorry love but there was something that I had to do and it got a little...violent," Douma pulled the shirt off of his chest,climbing on top of the younger before leaning down and gently kissing him.The two teenagers pulled away after a moment or two,the older one gently laid down on top of the other.Holding his waist protectively.
"I'm never leaving your side again," Douma mumbled against pale skin,flipping their positions so the pinkette was now laying on his chest.
"Okay..." Akaza replied,in all truth he didn't understand the situation at all.He was only going along with it incase something bad happened if he refused.Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if Douma did stay with him.Although he knew deep down something was wrong.