NO ONE'S POV
Kokushibou was a well known murderer around his city. 167 murders were caused by him. He was still roaming around causing murders. But last Friday he had been caught as he was underage, he was put into rehabilitation. He was 17 with 167 kills, and his rehabilitation therapist was Douma. A specialist in giving criminals therapy.
Douma was passing by other criminals dorms, when he reached to Kokushibou's. Who was sitting and didn't look happy to see him. Douma sat infront him.
Douma: Do you want to talk? I won't force you
Kokushibou, looked at him as he was never spoken this soft and kindly. Kokushibou just stared at him still skeptical.
Douma: hmm...? Are you hungry?
Kokushibou was quite hungry he nods, Douma gets uo and brings his favourite food some ramen and sushi. Kokushibou was a bit stunned but he slowly lifted the chopsticks and ate.
Douma smiled as he knew Kokushibou was trusting him, as Douma handed him some water. Kokushibou looked at the water for a few moments.Douma: Don't worry there is no such poison
Kokushibou then took the glass of water and drank some and after he finished he laid onto bed. Douma picked up the plate and left. Kokushibou watched him go as he was left alone.
Kokushibou: wait...!
Douma turned around at the sudden call.
Douma: yes?
Kokushibou: I want to talk....
Douma nods as he kept the plate outside closed the door and sat on a chair.
Douma: So may I ask questions?
Kokushibou nods and gets ready to answer
Douma: So what is your name, I haven't gotten it yet
Kokushibou: Tsugikuni Kokushibou
Douma nods.
Douma: why did you become a murderer what influenced you too become one?
Kokushibou: people didn't like me because of my red marks and killed my brother too because of it, so I became one...
Douma was saddened to hear that.
Douma: I am so sorry to hear that, you didn't deserve such treatment from others
Kokushibou just looked at him as he hasn't heard those words being told to him.
Douma: Have recovered from it? Or are you still in grief?
Kokushibou shakes his as a 'no' as he was still in grief. Douma sighed and pulled Kokushibou closer in a embrace and hugged him. Kokushibou was quite shocked at the sudden move but enjoyed the warmth. He wasn't hugged like these in ears. He started crying in Douma's shoulder, as Douma stroked his long hair.
Douma: there...there
Kokushibou was sniffling now as Douma handed him some tissues. Kokushibou hid his face from Douma.
Douma: Ah? Why are you hiding your face?
Kokushibou: ...so if I don't look weak...?
Douma: no no, you got that all wrong crying and laughing doesn't mean you are weak it shows you have humanity which some people don't
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kokudou one-shots By Buladas5
Fanfictionrequests are open so ask me which type of stories you want I will just write a story at first. smut is allowed fluff is allowed angst is allowed minor × adult isn't allowed muzan × anyone isn't allowed meow