Prisoner's Conviction (Yandere Detective x Reader x Yandere Heirs)

Chapter 55: Blackball

When Ryota woke up, his entire body was aching. His wrists had bruises all over, a dark purplish red in color, and his neck was no better. There were bite marks everywhere he could see and no doubt more where he couldn't. Exhaustion washed over him despite his just waking up, but, regardless of the anger involved in their entanglement, he felt satisfied. It disgusted him to feel that way, but she just had to go and hit all of his kinks along her way. After waiting so long to finally experience something like that, he couldn't fight back a sense of accomplishment.

Groaning, the male felt his voice had become hoarse, no doubt another side effect of their rough session from the previous night. He then turned over to see if the younger girl was in a similar state as he was, but to his surprise, she looked perfectly...normal. She was sleeping quietly, all snuggled into the pillows she had stolen from him while the blanket remained wrapped around her naked form. He blushed for a moment and looked away, but after coming to the conclusion that he did, in fact, spend the night with her, it became just a little less awkward.

She looked so at peace that he dreaded when she would wake. Hesitantly, he reached out and caressed her cheek, careful not to disturb her. He wondered whether she would glare at him when she first woke or if it would be a punch to the gut. Either way, the emotions behind those actions would hurt him far more. If only she would suddenly revert to her previous self. He adored the way she would smile at him purely, not knowing the feelings he had for her underneath his bratty exterior.

All of a sudden, the (h/c) haired girl's eyes opened, the male taken aback. She then rolled out of his bed and gasped, running to the wardrobe before muttering something about school. Genuinely panicked, she didn't even seem to recognize where she was until she looked down and then back toward the bed. Terrified, she screamed, immediately running into the bathroom. That left the green-haired male to blink once, then twice, then a third time before his face became red. What? It took a bit, but before long, she peeked through the crack of the door.

"Uh...c-c-clothes?!"

"Of course!"

Rushing to get something from his closet that would fit her, the male threw everything to the ground. The closest thing he had in her size was a dress shirt of his and some very baggy pants. Either way, when he gave them to her, she slammed the door back shut and came out a bit later, extremely embarrassed. It must have been because of the lack of undergarments, but there wasn't anything that the male could have done about that. The maids must have come in while they were still sleeping. It would take a bit for her clothes to go through the dryer.

"D-Did we...?" she trailed off, her face becoming a bright red, "L-Look, I don't know what happened last night, but could we...keep this a secret from Shota? I-I'd tell him...but he-he wouldn't take this well. So...well..."

"You're not mad?" Ryota questioned, wondering if this was her trying to deflect her hatred of him.

"Mad?"

"Don't do this. You're not a child! After I told you about all of Yasojiro lies and dirty tricks, you said you hated - "

"He lied to me? A-Again?!"

(Y/n) became filled with anger again, the green-haired male completely confused. Slowly approaching the girl, wanting her to hit him or show some kind of normality, he was surprised when she, instead, had a quivering lip, gazing up at him. Internally conflicted, she completely broke down, running into his arms. Though, at first, he held them up, not knowing what to do, he eventually lowered them around her, trying to do something to ease her strangely saddened nature.

"This is going to sound weird," the younger girl paused, biting down on her bottom lip, "but I have amnesia. F-From before we met. A few months ago. And I think...it happened again just now? Or...maybe - Were we drinking?"