Happy World - Akechi x Reader

Burning Daylight

The light was far too bright on this particular morning, feeling almost like a laser cutting through the gaps in the curtains, setting blaze to everything in its path, including F/N. It didn't take long for its aggressive rays to stir her from her sleep, and she slowly opened her eyes, groaning quietly. She could only wish the sun allowed her even just a few more minutes of rest.

It took a little bit of time for her eyes to adjust to the barely lit room after being blinded by the ray of light. It was the same room that she had been in most nights so far. Akechi's room.

Though the man in question was not laying by her side this time.

It took her a few seconds to find him through the haze of her sleep ridden eyes, but eventually, she spotted him, hunched over his desk and neck deep in paperwork. His pen moved swiftly as he scribbled down notes, eventually broken by the sound of shuffling paper.

Had he been up working all night?

She could vaguely remember being awoken by an awful nightmare, which also seemed to wake him too... Had he not gone back to sleep after that ordeal?

A slight frown had crept onto F/N's face as she stared at the man's back. He shouldn't be overworking himself in such a way, he already had so much on his plate because of her and there was nothing she could do to alleviate some of that responsibility from his shoulders.

Now, after seeing him overrun with work he had probably missed from all the days he had taken off to look after her? It made the weight on her shoulders feel so heavy that it would break her spine, it just wasn't fair,

"I hope you haven't been working all night," she tutted at him at last, moving herself into a seated position so she could face him more easily.

To her words, Akechi flinched -if just a little-, jolting his pen slightly so it makes a longer line than intended. He hadn't heard her wake as he was too engrossed in reading into every tiny detail in the papers before him; the papers that could hold the answers to everything that has happened in the past few days.

He sighed a little before stacking up the papers into neat and organised piles atop his desk: one for the papers he had already run through to death, one for those he was still investigating upon and then the final one for those he had still yet to read. Unfortunately, the latter far outweighed the other two, and so he sighed to himself again, plucking up the courage to speak.

"Not exactly," he lied through gritted teeth, slowly turning to meet the voice from behind him. "Work just sent me through a high importance job." Again, another lie. This wasn't his work nagging him to do all of this, just himself and his need to bring justice to the world.

Whilst it was true that he hadn't been awake the entire night; most of it had been occupied by his investigation. Scouring the internet and local records of his person of interest, though it felt near impossible at times. So many of these documents had redacted elements or even just full pages of thick black lines, as if someone or something did not want him to see them.

She frowned once more at him, and it was then that he noticed how she still looked dishevelled from last night; her hair pointing out into different directions, only noticeable from the light from the window illuminating the stray strands In short, it looked like someone had just dragged her through an entire forest with the addition of way her shirt was more creased, with some of the buttons coming undone throughout the night. A smile worked itself onto his face at the sight of her looking so naturally as most people do in the mornings.

She snapped him out of his stupor though with even more scolding "Don't push yourself too hard." Her voice was soft yet stern with him, her eyebrows furrowed together whilst staring right into his eyes. "I don't want both of us ending up worn out and useless."