soukoku one shots

sending hearts: pt.1

Chuuya just moved out to another apartment. The apartment is kind of ugly, but he might just live anyway.. he had no other way. Entering the apartment, he looked inside his new house and walked around for a while. It didnt look that bad anyway, he could just decorate it beautifully and then it would be pretty and neat, he supposed.

"I guess i should clean everything up," he said to himself, looking at the mirror in front of him which was slightly broken. He looked messy and sleepy, he was exhausted of doing all those work.

After cleaning and stuff, he threw himself on the bed and hugged his pillow. Clearly ready to sleep for the rest of the day.

The doorbell rang anyway. But that didnt manage to get him up from the bed anymore. He simply didn't care and fell asleep, ignoring whoever had come.

After some hours later, once he had a good sleep, he got up and walked to the kitchen to get something to eat as he was starving. While doing so, he noticed something on the floor.
He walked to it and picked it up. It was in front of his door, someone had slid it from outside to inside his house.

"Huh?" he opened the paper, which was in an envelop.

Mr. Nakahara,

Welcome, i hope you will have a good day. It's a bit early but i couldnt resist myself from sending you a welcome letter. Please, if you need something, tell me. Feel free to do so, i'll be there, doing anything for you. After all, you've got my precious attention. Have fun dealing with me.

From,
Anonymous.

"How am i supposed to let you know when i dont fucking know you, such an idiot. Bullshit.. Anyway, i'm hungry." he said to Himself, as he threw the paper to the dustbin.

It did look like he didnt give a fuck. But he had caught someone's attention? What was that supposed to mean?

He however, couldnt care less.

A few days had passed. He totally forgot about the letter he got on his first day. But he got a letter that day as well, somehow, yet again.

Mr. Nakahara,

Ive been noticing something. I guess you like to have morning coffee that much, huh? Too much of it is never good, remember that. Next time, take me out on a coffee date. No, let me take you out on a coffee date. Sounds fantastic, no? And i'm sorry that i havent sent you letters for a few days. I just want to tell you, you look absolutely gorgeous when you're in that blue hoodie, love.

From,
Anonymous.

Shit what.
He was wearing that blue hoodie. A coffee date with this anonymous? Who was it even? And why were they stalking him? What's so interesting about chuuya?

Damn, he never got stalked. This shit didnt look normal at all to him. But he really thought it was just some random people maybe scamming him. As more days passed, he got letters each day.

It kind of got creepy as days passed.

Chuuya again, got another letter.

"God... I dont want to anymore. I wanna report to the police but it would not be of any use.." he took the letter in his hand but threw it in the dustbin anyway, without even reading it.

"I'm going insane.." he sat on his bed and started overthinking about it. At some point, he called akutagawa, his friend.

"Yeah?"

"I'm fucking in trouble." chuuya said to the other.

"Are you serious? Is this one of your pranks to get me there or something else?" the other asked.

"No you stupid piece of shit, this thing is serious. I actually didnt imagine i was being stalked like shit. I'm getting anonymous letters. Those letters.. Are like... The one who's writing those is in love with me, i guess. Or just wants to kill me off. I dont fucking know. Even since i got into this apartment, i started getting those letters. These are giving me headaches now."

"Oh.." akutagawa sighed. "Very nice story you made, now i really gotta work-"

"YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT IM SERIOUS YOU DUMBASS??" he couldn’t help yelling. "You really thought i'd be joking at a moment like this?"

"Fine.. Tell me the whole thing, maybe report it to the police. Get yourself a detective." he suggested as the ginger sighed.

"I should actually.. I'm so sick of this. I still dont know why i havent reported it to the police already.. I shall go tomorrow." he said. "..thanks for knocking some sense into me. You're of no use." with that being said, he hung up.

The next day anyway.. He received a parcel instead of a letter he used to get everyday.

"Mr. Nakahara, you have a parcel." the delivery man said as he handed it to him.

"Parcel from who?" he asked as he was perplexed. "He didnt say his name.."

"Whats even in this parcel?" he asked again, but he received no reply as the delivery man didn't know that either.

"Now, if you'll excuse me," said the man as he walked away, leaving chuuya confused. Then the ginger had no choice but to take it as he closed the door.

He gave it a thought.

"Should i open it? Is there a bomb? Or something nice?"

He opened it anyway. He saw a note on top of the wrapper.

For you, my dear. I really hope you'll love it. From, anonymous.

"So it is, again, from the stalker. What do they even intend to do?" he looked inside as he found something wrapped neatly.

He unwrapped whatever it was, just to see..

A human heart.