We have our own red string , connected of course to our soulmate.
And mine. . .
In a chirping morning , sun seems to shine brighter than usual , as well as the sensation of fulfilling his desire of love grow wider in every each passing seconds. Eyes observing the (h/c) locks figure , trailing in each spot and not leaving any details behind. A strong commitment that he build behind her back , hiding it with a warm smile and laughter of a jester.
" Ah! Dazai-kun , ohayou! ,,
She greets him as usual , unaware of the craving monster beneath his mask. Her irises are always pleasing for him , as well as her honeyed layer tone of voice. Everything in her is just perfect as it is for him , from head to toes and every bits of hair strand.
As in public , they were potrait as close since he joined the agency. Even if just as friends , that limits his action and will to devour her and for him only.
No , she isn't a part of the agency in any ways. Their first meeting taking place in the café below the agency , resulting the two getting closer and closer. They were a bright pair , cheering each other when one's sad or in need of support that the others couldn't noticed. A perfectly normal picture that everyone sees , not suspecting of the unstable mess scrambled inside his mind.
He never asked her to a double suicide , no , she's too precious for him. It's all seems sweet , all the jokes , the childish act he performs , the caressing palms touching , all of it. Though his facade slowly starting to break apart.
Seeing you with anyone else , chatting freely and laughing together make his head throbbing none stop , begging his body to move and stop all of the interaction that the world let unravel right in front of his eyes. His heart race , in each every step he took.
Until he finally snap.
He invited the (h/c) haired female to his house , with (y/n) of course accepting it without any suspicions or cautious. Then the mess starts. He drugged her , and the mind games and tortures started.
He made you believe that the world wants you to suffer until a slow and painful death. He made you believe that he's the only one that can safe you from the world , a way out where peace and love will be given non-stop. He mess with the deepest state of your mind , seeing him and him only in your dreams and every time you close your eyes.
The time you try to escaped , his affection already made it's way to the most part of your mind. You bumped into a group of drunk man , threaten to rape and kill you whenever you try to fight back. Fortunately for him , he got there in time , saving you from them.
Until this day , you still remember the ripped clothes that halfly exposed your chest , rapid breathing pattern , the horror in your widen eyes. He hugged you , you didn't waste a second to return the embrace.
It's all already permanently craved inside your mind , all the hatred and the petrified moments. You hate it , the world. Believing he's the only one who will give you all the comforts and won't leave you.
You believe in him , blinding yourself by telling that he's right all this time. You obeyed him in any conditions , without any hesitation or denying. He drowns you with his words , flooding your conscious to give him all of you.
You're his now.
All his and him only.
They believe (y/n) was dead. She was never found. Her pretty little foot never step outside again since then , she refuse to go outside. The cold and gruesome hatred the world will show to her innocent eyes will break her even more after believing all of his words.
She's always there when he comes back from his work , dressed up in different outfits almost every single day. She never bothered to unlock the front door whenever he leaves , not once.
Today , she dressed like a doll. A
(f/c) doll-like dress framing her figure , with also a matching hair band. Never once she bothers to try to take it off. She fears the punishment that he will gives.
He sits on the sofa , with the dull (e/c) irises sitting right on the floor in front of him. A smile still craved in her facade , circling his waist from between his foot. Her head resting on one of his laps , with his delicate palms caressing her (h/c) hair strands. She hummed a song , his favorite one as his eyes trailing her figures below with glazing amusement. A red string connecting from one of his pinkies to hers.
" (Y/n) , say it again , please? ,,
His gentle sweet layered tone demanded , not asked. The female smile before nodding slightly , knowing exactly what to say.
" I love you , Osamu. Forever and ever. ,,
Wether it's fake or not , it's doesn't matter. It's always suffocating for him whenever she can do whatever she wants. But now , it's all different. All perfect as his long waiting picture.
It's fate , he tell himself.
It must be.
We have our own red string , connected to our soulmate. And mine...
Is connected to yours.
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BSD ONE-SHOTS || SFW & NSFW
Fanfictiondiscontinued, i'm doing one-shot requests on a new book.
