𝑹𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 [Male Reader X Yandere Female Sukuna]

Ch 4 - 'The Dream Walker'

[Week four! Chapter four! Man, I'm starting to wonder how long we can keep this streak going! But if we're taking in account how much I'm enjoying writing this story, well, it should be for a good while before we go on a break. BUT FOR NOW, let's get back to what we love to read...A crazy female version of a character that is completely evil yet in this version is madly in love with the reader! Oh, yeah! Nothing beats that, now does it?]
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[Your POV]

I've always been an avid dreamer. Now, when I say that I don't mean I'm the type of guy that believes if you have a dream, go and chase it or something like that. That's not the dreams I'm talking about. I'm referring to the dreams you have when you're asleep. Being in a state where you're both connected with your body, and slightly apart from it, like you're in a different world, had always resonated with me for some reason. Like, when I was a kid, I'd have these wild dreams about all kinds of stuff. Like, one time I dreamed I was a Dinosaur in a Theme park fighting pirates inside of a rocket ship. Yeah...Those types of dreams. Honestly, they were pretty cool to a five-year-old (Y/n). But as I got older, more mature, so did my dreams. Not saying my dreams were mature in the sense you're all probably thinking...They weren't! 

But that wasn't to say that my dreams didn't contain women in them from time to time. Most of which were just simple crushes. Like on your childhood neighbour; a pretty lady you see at the store...a classroom crush. However, if you were to ask me who was the most prominent figure in my dreams, the one that just keeps coming back to them over and over again, well, I'd have a pretty unique answer for you. It all started when I was about twelve years old, right around when the brain properly developed from a young boy to a teenager--anyway, around this time I started having dreams of this woman. One with flowing brownish/blonde hair, piercing light brown eyes, and a wicked grin that could send a ghost back to the grave. Honestly, when I first started having these dreams, I thought this person was some monster. 

A scary creature my brain started coming up with for whatever reason I didn't know of. The dreams wouldn't be much. Just me and this scary woman. At first, it seemed like she hated me. Whenever I turned to her, she'd turn away. She'd yell something at me, but whatever it was was too muddled to hear properly. Eventually, however, when the dreams started nearing the end, something would change about this person. She'd seem more open, more desperate to be close to me. It was odd. By this point, I started thinking less of her as a monster, and just someone who seemed really lonely. These dreams went on for years. Not every night, but a couple of times a month, to the point I'd be able to remember new chunks each time this dream took place. 

It was becoming so real that I even began writing down the events that took place in them. Stuff like walking through a marketplace; looking up at the stars; making soup; all things that seemed so random to a young boy, yet when I thought about them they felt so...real. Eventually, as I grew older, I began thinking less about these dreams, simply disregarding them as that. Dreams. By around Fourteen, I had thrown away the book I had written and simply moved on with my life. I'd still get the dreams from time to time, but they were even less frequent by this point. Still, if I happened to be pulled back into a thought of them, I could clearly remember a few things. Such as her flowing brownish/blonde hair; those piercing blue eyes; and that wicked grin...

--A Few Days After Last Chapter--

...The image had been stuck in my head for the last week. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't clear it from my mind. At night, I'd claw at my head, hoping to forcefully remove it from my memory bank. During the day, I was forced to deal with these nightmares when they were at their strongest. Desperately I tried to do anything possible to make myself feel like I was just a few days ago, yet nothing seemed to work. The image of Maki kissing Yuta was glued to my thoughts, and it was a living hell. When I first saw them in the act, right behind the wall of vending machines, near the entryway to the school, I thought I was dreaming. Well, I guess you'd say nightmare in this case. The point is, I felt like it wasn't real. But as the seconds slowly built up, with me continuing to examine the horrifying sight before me, I realized it wasn't in my head.