Philophobia 2 (Yandere! Sugawara X FemReader!)

| Part IV: Paying My Dues |

Why...?
Why would I-- No-- /we/ do that?

Why would we get so irresponsibly drunk to the point that we have to scrape it together the next day? It's not like we'll remember those moments -- hell -- not even ten years from now.

Did I really go and; not only harass our waiter, but I broke his things and vomited into places I shouldn't have? I can feel it now. The shame, the guilt, the heat in my neck and ears.

Especially as I'm standing here, phone in hand, right outside of the family diner.

"I... I can't do it!" Not alone; I can't! I sulk with dropping lips and a defeated sigh. Hinata is too busy sleeping in, and Yuuta has training to attend to ... I had no one to take on the burdens that I didn't want to.

"Oh God; I'm about to throw up." I cover my mouth, taking a step forward with an exaggerated gag. Perhaps it was the hangover, and not the crushing weight of reality that made me want to vomit. I mean, they needed me to come by to make up for the damages. I couldn't ignore that-- it was my fault.

So eventually, after taking more than a moment to gather my self-esteem, I took a step forward. Raise those shoulders, (Y/N)! Lift your chin and march in there-- they'll respect you for that much, right?

As soon as my foot came into contact with the doorstep, I felt a chill. I felt a surge fire and course throughout my body-- perhaps it was because of the sudden wind in my ear and the presence behind me.

"Cold feet?" I hear a voice pry. And after what it felt like he blew into my ear, my eyes widened and the pink in my cheeks heightened.

"...!" I silently exclaim, raising my shoulders, raising my brows, raising my guard. Instead of shrieking, I whip my head over my shoulder to look towards the person responsible for embarrassing me.

"I-I-- No...!" I begin with, and that's when I realize that I am looking our former waiter straight into his eyes. They aren't brooding or harsh like it's dark, black color precedes them to be. They are gentle and curious, inching past me-- it's like he wants to see all of me.

"Really? 'Cause it sure does look like it." He follows up with a hearty chuckle. And as he leans away from me, he glances away, stepping closer to the door. He intends to go inside, with or without me. But as though he has predicted that I'd trickle in, the black-haired male is already holding the door open for me.

"...Well... maybe just a little..." I pout, lowering my head. And as we venture inside, I glance around. Compared to last night, this place is more than just abundant; more than a ghost town... Their business must thrive in the night-life.

"Hello, thank you for coming back after last night! It shows that your character is a genuine one, ahahaha!" An elderly lady speaks, waddling towards me. She doesn't look to be a day over forty. If it weren't for her limp and raspy voice, I'd have a hard time guessing her age.

I didn't speak. There is a flue of a moment-- a pinch of awkwardness-- but I don't seeth; I don't cringe. I just keep my jittery gaze on the back of --'s head.

• • •

...I don't know his name.

I'm starting to realize this guy is nothing short of a mystery. He talks to me with such familiarity behind those dark, alluring hues of his, and I am nearly convinced that I know him... but I don't truly know this guy.