Against All Odds || Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu x Fem!Reader

Let's Talk

    I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.
What hours, O what black hours we have spent
This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went! 
And more must, in yet longer light's delay. With witness I speak this.
But where I say
Hours I mean years, mean life. And my lament. Is cries countless, cries like dead letters sent
To dearest him that lives
alas!
away.
I am gall, I am heartburn. God's most deep decree
Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me;
Bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the curse.
Self-yeast of spirit a dull dough sour.
I see the lost are like this, and their scourge to be;
As I am mine, their sweating selves; but worse.

     Your hand furiously wrote stanza after stanza in your notebook, the notebook you'd had since you were eight, the notebook you had nearly filled to the brim with poems.

Of all the times, now was when you felt the need to write. It calmed you, and god knows you were anything but calm given the recent events.

You knew you should be investigating Byakuya's murder, but you wouldn't be able to focus with a racing mind.

The sun was setting in the distance, casting a golden glow across you and the sand you sat upon, the light glinting on the waves of the ocean. 

The light breeze blew a few strands of your hair in front of your face, and you tucked them behind your ear to concentrate without their distraction.

"What ya' writing?" A voice from behind you hummed, and you lifted your head. 

You had been avoiding him all day. It's not that you didn't want to talk to him, there was something about him you liked. You just didn't know how to act after what happened the night before.

By now, your headache had passed and your hungover state was no more.

"Uhm..." You cleared your throat. "A, uh, poem."

"You're writing one? Now?" Fuyuhiko asked. He sounded closer now, so you looked at the boy, only to see him sitting down beside you in the sand.

You nodded. "It calms me down, I guess."

He nodded as well in return, letting a moment of silence pass before speaking again. "Can I read it?"

Your eyes widened and you stared at him for a moment before blinking.

"What?" He asked, meeting your gaze. "I mean- you don't fuckin' have to or anything! Shit, I- I'm not forcing you to do anything!"

"No, it's fine," You mumbled, pressing your lips together in a line as you held out your notebook.He glanced at it, staring for a moment as if deciding to or not, before gently taking it in his own grasp and bowing his head to read the pages.

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.
What hours, O what black hours we have spent
This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!
And more must, in yet longer light's delay. With witness I speak this.
But where I say
Hours I mean years, mean life. And my lament. Is cries countless, cries like dead letters sent
To dearest him that lives
alas!
away.
I am gall, I am heartburn. God's most deep decree
Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me;
Bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the curse.
Self-yeast of spirit a dull dough sour.
I see the lost are like this, and their scourge to be;
As I am mine, their sweating selves; but worse.

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.
What pain, O what deep pain we have felt
What brings you from your pits of darkness,
What brings ye from their despair?
Hours I mean years, mean life. And my lament. Is cries countless, cries like dead letters sent
To dearest him that lives
alas!
away.
I am ripped, I am torn. Like the others I see,
Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me;
Bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the curse.
Self-yeast of spirit a dull dough sour.
I see that I am like this, and my scourge to be;
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.

Fuyuhiko blinked, handing the book back to you with a hum. "Damn. Where did you learn to write like this?"

"I don't know," you shrugged. "It kind of just comes out, I guess."

Fuyuhiko nodded and looked back at the sea, propping his arms up onto his knees.

You sighed, closing the book and setting it down beside you with the pen.

It was...

Awkward.

No, more than awkward. It was excruciating. Not even Mikan would want to sit through this, and you honestly wouldn't wish it upon your worst enemy either.

"We, uh..." The yakuza cleared his throat, adjusting his tie that was, in fact, just fine. "We need to fuckin' talk."

"About what-"

"Last night."

"Oh."

Another long moment of silence passed, and he took in a shaky breath. "You've been avoiding me today."

"Pfft," you scoffed. "I have not-"

"Yes you have." He hissed, and you sighed. "You left before I woke up, and every time I come around, you walk away. What the fuck is up with that shit? I mean- did you not enjoy last night? Because if so, you need to fuckin' tell me-"

"No, no!" You cut him off. "I- it's not that at all! I enjoyed it!"

"Then what the hell is it?"

You didn't respond, only able to blink a few times as you tried to think of a response. You weren't sure.

After a bit, Fuyuhiko scoffed. "So you didn't enjoy it, then. Damn it, you need to tell me this stuf-"

"Fuyuhiko, it's not that! I swear!"

"Then tell me!" He exclaimed, standing up and raising his arms. "Tell me, because I am going fucking insane!"

"Byakuya just died!" You responded, your voice steadily rising as you stood up as well. "So, I'm sorry that you're not exactly my first priority! We just fucking met, Kuzuryu!"

His eyes narrowed, as he spoke. "Well, you're mine! I don't care if Byakuya's dead or not, you are my first damn priority, like it or not!"

You scoffed, crossing your arms and letting out a huff. "Do you have any idea how selfish you sound right now?"

"And you haven't been? You tried to kill Sonia, and then got drunk to deal with the fact that you couldn't! Face it, Y/n! You're fucking insane!"

"If anyone's insane, it's you! You don't even know how to act like a human being. Fuck you, Kuzuryu!!"

"When the hell did you start calling me that!?"

"Since you started acting like a damn prick!" You bent down, grabbing your notebook and pen before walking away.

And as much as you wanted to turn back around as he called out your name, you couldn't. Keeping your distance was the best option for now.

"Y/n!"

And without any response, you kept walking. Walking until the voice of Monokuma rang throughout the area from the monitors. 

                      "Alright, guys! It's finally time! That's right, it's time for the long-awaited, class trial! Now then, I shall tell you all the meeting place. At the central island of Jabberwock Island, there is a mountain with my adorable face carved into it. That, my friends, is Monokuma Rock! Once you're there, please proceed to the underground by taking the elevator located by the secret entrance. Puhuhu, I'll see you soon!"