Kurapika x Reader One-Shot Collection

Stay Alive for Me* (Kurapika x Male Reader)

Trigger warning: Mention of suicide

You are sitting in class, tapping your pencil on the desk while staring at the clock on the wall.

"C'mon...ring already," you say to yourself.

A few seconds later, the bell rings. You jump out of your seat and throw your bag over your shoulder.

You accidentally bump into another student in the hallway.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

She straightens out her uniform. "I'm fine. What's the rush?"

"Today's my eighteenth birthday...I have a feeling my mom is planning something special for me."

She looks up at you. "Oh...I know you. We have the same class for third period."
"Oh...you noticed me?"
"Yes. You're the weirdo who sits all the way in the back, right?"
"Uh...yeah," you say.
"Good thing you sit back there. Nobody likes you."

A sweat drop forms on your forehead. "Oh...well...I guess I better get going. Sorry again."

You turn around to leave the building. You hold your abdomen in an attempt to stop the knots from forming. You usually feel them before walking into school; however, your recent interaction with another student leaves you feeling uneasy.

You think you might throw up before entering the train station. You take a few deep breaths.

"Good...false alarm," you say.

You pull out the rail pass from your wallet. You patiently wait in line for the train to arrive.

You find one empty seat on the train. You stand up to offer it to an elderly lady.

This is your favorite part of the day. You love knowing you're going home, a place you call your safezone. You also enjoy the magnificent scenery on the way home. You see a variety of buildings and trees full of cherry blossoms.

Once you step out of the train, you run the rest of the way to your house.

"Hi, mom! I'm home!" you call out as you take off your shoes.

To your surprise, the house is quiet. You furrow your brow as you walk to the kitchen. The lights are out. There's no sign of a birthday cake anywhere.

"Is it possible she forgot?"

You walk to your bedroom. Your jaw drops when you see that the room has been emptied. Your futon is neatly folded in the corner and all of your belongings are stored in boxes.

"What's going on?"

The knots in your stomach multiply as you walk around the house. You hear the screen door open in the back. You run to find out who it is.

"What are you doing here?" your stepfather asks you.
"I...umm...where's mom? Is she out getting my birthday present?"

He wears a stern look on his face. "Your birthday present? Hmph. Didn't you see your room?"

"Yeah. Why is it empty?"

"Because you don't live here anymore."

You crinkle your forehead. "Uh...what do you mean?"

"Son...get out of this house before I call the authorities." he points at you.

You take a step back. Your heart rate increases. "But...why?"

He walks closer to you. "You're eighteen now. It's time for you to leave."

"But...I haven't finished highschool yet."