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

Ryota's Ending: Strawberries

The first thing that came to mind to the (h/c) haired girl when she woke up was the green-haired male. She thought of his perverse mind and his hypocritical actions when it came to his thoughts on that matter. She thought of his strange kindness. But, probably, most of all, she thought of his warmth. He was terrible with people, and though he had made great strides of progress with her assistance, there was no guarantee he would even be considered mediocre. Still, she smiled.

She moved up from her bed to push the bedroom door open, peeking around the corner to catch a glimpse of anyone, but it was empty. So, silently, she moved through the cabin, her footsteps quieter than a mouse. Though she took a look in the living room, the tiny kitchen, etc., it was only when she went into a bedroom did she find him attempting to wrap his hand. She observed him silently for a while.

Ryota pulled off the old wrapping with constant wincing, the girl resisting the urge to chuckle. He was very weak to pain, it seemed. Either way, he tried to avoid looking at the wound, even shutting his eyes and trying to feel around for the new bandage. The male didn't even know he had to disinfect the wound. She sighed, standing up and intruding inside, watching as his eyes shot open, presumably expecting Shota to see him in his moment of weakness.

"(Y/n)!" he shouted, half overjoyed and half somber at the sight of her, "How are you doing? Should I - "

"You're doing that wrong."

Confused, he followed her gaze down to his fingers, immediately overcome with nausea and disgust. He swallowed back his desire to vomit, giving another disgusted and unimpressed expression. She chuckled again, but sat down beside him and picked up some disinfectant. Though he gave a shout of pain as she poured it onto the wound, squirming like a child at the doctor's, she continued to clean it. Then she wrapped it, carefully, but tightly enough, and, when she finished, she gazed back up, the male's face red and his leg twitching.

"I'll take responsibility," she teased him, a gentle smile on her face.

"What?" he stuttered, yanking his hand back away from her before experiencing immediate regret.

"You got hurt because of me, and it might scar. Can you imagine? Your value in the marriage market would drop significantly."

Ryota knew she was teasing him, that she was just being sarcastic, but he desperately wished for that to be true. He wanted it to scar, not just to remind him of having saved her, but because, if it did, she absolutely would have taken responsibility. How incredible it would be if they were married. He'd never really thought about marriage before, but with her, they would have been so efficient. They could have worked together at work, at home, in...other places. He blushed a little more.

"You look better," he commented shyly, somewhat resigned to come back to reality, "I mean, well, you're not trying to bite your tongue."

"I'd rather bite yours."

Ryota paused. He didn't know whether she was claiming she wanted to kill him or whether she wanted to passionately make out with him. And though he attempted to take his time to figure it out, she decided for him, pinning him down and wrestling her tongue with his. It was amusing to see how red his face got, and part of it was because he was holding his breath. When she released him, he moved to grip her hair, a distressed look on his face.

"I...love it when you tease me. You can do whatever you want to me, but...I-I want to know it's coming from your heart. I don't want to be played...like that. Of course, I get it! I'll earn it so - "

"Forget that. You're mine."

The girl pulled him into another passionate kiss, this time placing her hands around his neck. He let out a small moan at that, always excited at the prospect of danger. His arms snaked around her waist and pulled her closer, much to her delight. She began to play with his hair. It had gotten long but it was gorgeous, something she had never seen before. Or, rather, it invoked certain memories.