𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓼 ♡ || Yandere Heizou x Reader

Chapter 15

Hey guys.....!!!!!!!!!!! long time no see......... 😇😁

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Heizou's eyes shot open, scanning the room. His fighting spirit was still there, he still wanted someone, anyone, anything to kill. Anything to confront, to prove... to prove... He didn't know what he needed to prove. But it was something. And it was to you.

Unfortunately for him, as he tried to sit up, a sting of pain bolted through his body, shocking him back down to the bed. He couldn't even gasp. As he laid on his back, unable to fight his own exhaustion, panting and gagging on the metallic taste in his throat, he couldn't help but realize his situation. He's just been beat. And by Kazuha, of all people. That asshole. That absolute buffoon.

Anger began to heat up in Heizou's body once more as he thought about it, bubbles of rage popping and burning his throat. Alas, all he could do was sigh. All his power was stolen. He was helplessly angry, and suddenly, when the anger faded, all he felt was sadness. Now, with no will to fight, what was he? With no way to use his intelligence, was he even a detective? To you, was he anything? If not a detective, if not a fighter, if not a protector, what else? He certainly wasn't a lover to you. He knew that, although he chose to live in denial, distracted by daily trivials. But when the distractions disappeared and the thoughts began to ruminate and swirl in his mind and body like raindrops off a wind chime, he couldn't shake them off.

In the end, his true desire wasn't a passionate and action-packed life with mysteries every which way. He just wanted to be with you. He just wanted to drag his fingers along your skin and let affection drip from his lips like sugar, and for you to lick it right off like you'd been starving for a week. He wouldn't need to fight to distract himself, he wouldn't need to solve mysteries to feel validated, if only you would protect him like he wanted to protect you.

If you had met under different circumstances, if he weren't such a desperate creep, if he weren't a murderer, would you have loved him? Would you be the one chasing him so desperately?

His longing would be the death of him, his sorrow would be the only life he lived.

Heizou's reminiscing was cut short by the sound of footsteps, two pairs, to his door. One was shuffling about, feet dragging along the ground. The other was neat and strict, swiftly stomping down as if each step was a punctuation. Calm scolding and mumbling could be faintly heard from the other side of the heavy wooden door, the noise becoming clearer as it swung open, sending a waft of tea-scented air Heizou's way. Y/n and Kazuha stumbled into the room, Kazuha holding Y/n with their hands tied behind their back, but handling them gently.

Heizou couldn't help but feel a tender pang in his core when Y/n smiled at the sight of his eyes open.

"Y.. you're awake..?" They spoke softly, like the floor would cave in if they spoke too loud. Heizou nodded weakly, wincing from the pain of just nodding.

Your POV:

Guilt overcame my heart as Heizou lay broken, pained by just moving slightly. Guilt was quickly replaced by anger and hostility towards Kazuha. I whipped my head around, practically growling at him as he stared down at me with a subtle but painfully arrogant, cocky smile.

My lips part to speak, but I'm interrupted before I even started, as I hear a wheeze from Heizou. He's trying to speak.
"Kazuha... just... let me out of the cuffs for a bit... just let me help Heizou.." I ask politely, quietly. I don't feel like talking louder. I'm too exhausted. Kazuha scoffs, looking disappointed.
"Aw... but... do I really want him to heal?" Kazuha giggled. Ugh. Just because we bonded one time in the past 24 hours doesn't mean we're buddy-buddy.