The sound of your alarm filled your room. Your hands coming up to cover your ears as you try to block out the noise.
It was no use. The sound was just too obnoxious to bear. You now standing up, heading across the room to turn off the defining noise.
Curse me for following an article suggestion to put your alarm on the other side of the room, forcing me to get up to turn it off. You thought to yourself.
But since you were already up you might as well stay up, you decided as you moved to your closet, looking at all your clothes.
All being just a few shirts and some pants.
"Man I really need to do my laundry." You mumbled to yourself, grabbing a white tee and black jeans for the day.
You then proceeded to brush your teeth, shower, wash your face, ECT. Eventually moving to the laundry room to throw in some clothes before heading to the kitchen.
You prepared yourself a quick bowl of Miso soup, something simple yet still tastey.
Once it was finished you moved to the couch, grabbing the remote. While eating you decide to channel surf to try and find something interesting to watch to pass time.
Channels have been boring lately though, just the same news or boring recycled sitcoms.
You sighed, eventually landing on the news as you gave up trying to find anything interesting. You listened as you ate, not really caring for what was being said until mention of a disaster drew in your attention.
The reporter was talking about a explosion downtown. That a police station was in flames as they spoke.
Security footage of the area started to play, recapping a strange, taller man with a long black coat and white tipped hair walking out. His hand was covering his face, like he was coughing or something.
But why? Because of the smoke? Was he a victim caught in the crossfire? No, he was too calm. Any victim who was caught in the blast would be panicking and running away, not casually walking by. He definitely was the one who did it. You thought, a sigh escaping your lips.
"The demon hound, huh? What was he doing blowing up a police station?" You mumbled to yourself again.
What was the purpose? Just to cause a ruckus? To make a statement? Why?
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Once you finished eating and wondering about what the strange mystery man was up to, you got up to head out for the day.
You had planned to get some groceries, maybe even pay some bills to make sure everything was done and over with so you could relax tomorrow before you start work again at the start of the week.
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You walked into the store, your earbuds playing music as you hummed along. It was a nice day out, the breeze giving you the perfect feeling.
You grabbed a basket as you walked into the grocery store, letting out a sigh as you started heading where you needed to go.
You did your normal routine, walked around, grabbed what you needed grabbed what you didn't need. The usual. Once you completed filling your cart you got to the checkout and purchased everything.
Then after the long daunting task of getting all the bags carried out to your car you got in and prepared for your last run of the day.
"Thank God I'm almost done." You said to yourself. Driving off to your next destination, turning your music up higher.
You sang along in the safety of your solitude, enjoying the alone time as you finally made it to your next destination.
The bank, ugh.
You stepped out of your car, taking in the fresh air as you walked. You were about to make it to the building when suddenly you froze.
Your mouth was covered by some... thing, or more specifically.
Someones special ability.
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The Devil's Poison (Akutagawa X Reader)
FanfictionY/N was just an ordinary citizen. Woke up, went to work, had hobbies, ECT, but everything changes when the "The Port Mafia's hound" Akutagawa drags you in. His ego getting the better of him. After becoming the runt of the stray dogs will the Mafia'...
