Your Turn To Die Oneshots! (read desc)

kai satou x reader

I sat in my living room chair, scrolling through the television channels... hoping for something to cure my boredom. I snapped my neck towards the creaking door opening down the hall as my boyfriend starts to walk out our room.

"Hey... Can you widerawy move? I want to play fotnite." He said in his gamer accent. I couldn't resist his beautiful voice or face, so I moved out the way as he cuddled next to me on the couch, holding a controller. Once he sat down, I smelt something. Was it fish? No, no.. Mold? I wasn't sure, I trembled at the thought of me smelling bad Infront of my boyfriend. Him being distracted; I took a whiff of my armpit... I smelt... normal. Like deodorant. I thought; "It can't be Kai!" Oh boy, was I wrong. I smelt him. Disgustingness ran through my body as the curdling, hurling, and gag-inducing smell of rat puke, moldy cheese, and ringworm entered my nostrils. Holy shit.

Tears dropped from my eyes, one by one until the smell got worse as he put his arm around me. "I'M WIDERAWY ABOUT TO HIT A CLIP!" He yelled loudly. I smelt his breath from a mile away. Does he drink sewage water for breakfast or something? I backed off the couch in a hurry, hiding my snarl that's waiting to come out. I didn't know whether to gag or cry, and it felt like I was about to do both. I'd thought he'd question my sudden movement, but he just stared at the screen, saying the same thing. "LET'S GO BOIIIS WE HIT DA VICTOWY WOYALEE BOIIII" Brainwashed, brain-rotted away by Fortnite.

I just-- Seeing Kai like this hurt me in the heart and in the nose. So, I unplugged the TV and started going off.

"YOUR GROSS ASS NEEDS TO HIT THE FUCKING SHOWER."

"BWUHHHHHH I WAS JUST ABOUT TO GET A VICTOWY WOYALE BWUHH YOU'RE CRAZY BWUHHH"

Thats all he cared about. Just... fucking, victory royales. His breath hit me even though I was halfway across the room. What he needs is a victory toothbrush. Maybe some Fortnite floss and a chug jug mouthwash. His tongue wasn't even yellow OR white. Just a gold-Ish brown like he actually did have some kind of infection. I couldn't stand for it. I thought; I'm too good for this boy. I plugged back in the TV and stormed back to our room.

I softly wept as I packed all my belongings in into my navy-blue duffle bag. Memories flooded my mind. Depressing memories. I thought of the relationship I have right now and the relationships I could have had. What happened to the cute blonde detective I used to know? Where even is he? THATS the man I deserve.

But then I looked back... again. I remembered the joyful memories. Sure, he smells like shit and talks to me like shit... But has your boyfriend ever cooked you a 10-course, 5-michellin star meal? Does your boyfriend know how to seriously cut a bitch's throat? I don't think so. He may have a little list of cons, but his list of pros makes it so worth it. I love my boyfriend, Kai.