Saccharin『 yandere o.shots』(Requests: OPEN)

Onodera "Punyama" Punpun ☣️

great manga 10/10 do not recommend.
PS: most of the yan stuff is found under the manga's context. it's a iykyk situation.

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your formal clothes seemed to cook you alive during the summer heat, dark clothes absorbing heat like tin-foil to a turkey. specially by the strain of biking your whole way to the apartment.

you wondered if the morticians would make you wear the same work suit you wore during internship into your funeral, would they put 'cooked alive' or 'karōshi' on your tombstone?

you trip while trying to hop off the seat, pushing it against the designed fence to lock your wheeling on the fence, actually, you tried to lock your bike on the fence, the thing refused to click in like the pieces weren't made to do what it was supposed to do.

your frustration seemed to cook you further, the chirping of cicadas slowly pitching into a shriek of tinnitus into your eardrums. you grit your teeth and sighed so hard your soul left your body, loudly enough to catch attention.

"... do you need help?" a quiet voice from the side of your vision hummed, the person just shy of your blind spot. 

you froze, then snapped your head to face him, "i... i have no idea what i'm doing..."

he had double-lidded eyes with irises that were so dark they seemed like they belonged to a duckling, round nose whose tip seemed to slightly point outwards like a beak. his hair was somewhat long and droopy with humidity, brushing his neck. although most japanese men weren't that tall he looked lanky with his thin limbs.

"its mostly because of the way you're trying to fit them together, you're putting so much force that you end up accidentally pushing it sideways."

you tried to lock it more gently, it worked. you made a stupid 'o' face, it looked like you were trying to mimic a hyotokko mask by memory.

"... i think you just saved my life." your face was grim, like you actually owed your life to him.

"i don't think that's---" 

"do you like drinking? i feel like this is a moment of celebration."

"i... we don't even know eachother."

"well... i live here, i'm pretty sure you also live here. so think of it as a neighborly celebration."

"i..."

"don't worry it's on me, unless... you're a lightweight?" you smugly question him.

... he ended up hauling your drunk ass back to your apartment.

you knew that because he was sitting under your kotatsu, as he explained last night's events, in a surprising amount of detail.

"man i did that?... i'm so sorry you had to babysit me." you groaned to yourself, you had your back to him as you began chopping up an apple to little cubes, ocasionally stopping to stir the bubbling pot of box-curry on the stove.

"it's fine." he acted like he was the one at fault, you think you saw him, from the corner of your eye, nervously grip the blanket of the kotatsu that laid on his lap.

"then why are you avoiding eye contact with me? oh, by the way, do you also like apple in your curry?"

you believe that one of the walls of his barrier cracked once you saw that he had dimples whenenever he smiled, "that... sounds nice."

you had grown used to him, he was quiet, seemed like the type of kid to flock after his friends like a migrating bird but somewhat goofy at times, occasionally oversharing.

he wanted to be a scientist, then an astronaut, then a co-writer with sachi (of which he somewhat managed). though, he got really depressed after the concept was rejected.

it had been almost a week without a single trace of him.

then sachi called, saying that she checked his apartment, and he was gone. he didn't answer any of his calls either.

you think your heart dropped at the news. you spent so much time trying to convince the police to track him down but they were busy with some robbery case.

then you just stopped asking, staying slumped in your futon and waiting for some officer to pronounce him dead the day they finally look into the case.

then, you heard a knock at your door.

you unlocked it, expecting sachi, maybe a volunteer, maybe an actual useful cop who was willing to fake regret and sadness to inform that it was a cold case.

 but you weren't expecting him to metaphorically rise from the dead.

"punpun?"

his remaining eye looked like a lifeless safety-button that looked like it was stolen from a toy. it was barely visible under his slick hair. it looked like dripping ink, leaving straight but crooked lines on the blank that was his skin.

he wore a striped shirt and a cardigan-jacket, his whole outfit looked straight up grey from under the darkness.

he had a gauze over his eye, barely kept together by what you assume were made by someone with very shaky hands.

"i..." you tried to speak, but he raised a finger to his lip.

your reflection in his remaining eye smiled. a sweet but horrible smile. you weren't smiling, though. but it seemed to warp your face into one anyway.

"if i were your boyfriend. i'd do anything to take care of you. i'll love you forever and ever, and i'll never think of anything but your happiness." he spoke, it was monotone, like he was reciting something someone told him from memory.

"... what is this about?"

"if i told you everything, would you make me forget about aiko?"

"who's aiko?"

you regretted asking that.

"doesn't matter, okay?" he smiled with dimples at the corners of his lips, "let's just... run away together, maybe just to another planet altogether. just the two of us."

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can't believe that this is this site's ninth "oyasumi punpun" fanwork.

anyway, here's a low-effort double-update. just needed to get these characters out of my system.