Déjà Vu// bsd X Child!reader

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[Name] was lying on the bed, feeling listless in doing anything productive.

They were empty inside, only a single sentence floating aroung their mind. 'Gosh, everything is so boring... What should I do?' [Name] groaned and rolled over to the other side of the bed.

Their eyes scanned the room, searching for anything that could help their boredom. They quickly glanced at the tv, their stacked bookshelf, their phone on the bedside table... [Name] looked at the phone again, hesitated for a moment, then picked the device up.

[Name] continued watching Bungou Stray Dogs with a smile on their face.

The show didn't disappoint. Nothing could make [Name] feel like this episode didn't make it to their expections. The hidden bombs in the suitcase, the child as a new character, the story mostly focusing on Kunikida... Everything was perfect.

Everything was perfect. Perfect, until [Name] opened their eyes, only to realize, they are still in Fukuzawa's room.

[Name] just woke up from this vivid dream, but they were already covered in sweat.

Another dream which made them question what is real and what is not. They hated this feeling. They stared at the door, thoughts racing in their head. 'This Bungou Stray Dogs... It keeps appearing. Is it supposed to be important?'

Only [Name] resided in the room. When Fukuzawa took them to his place, he insisted on [Name] sleeping on the bed and not him. Fukuzawa was on the couch for the night. The kid was sure the uncomfortable couch will cause a good amount of cramps to the old man, but were too scared to stop and argue about it.

Fukuzawa knocked on the door.

"Are you awake?"

[Name] jumped off the bed and opened the door.

Fukuzawa was already dressed up in his usual attire, which consisted of a green yukata underneath a black haori. He must have been up for a while. The man seemed like he didn't sleep well: he had black circles under his eyes, along with a tired expression on his face.

"Good morning." [Name] greeted.

"Good morning. You should change your clothes, we are going to be late. I'll make breakfast while you dress." Fukuzawa headed towards the kitchen after making sure [Name] closed their door.

The kid picked the clothed from the top of the pile. They dressed up quickly in fear of taking too long to get ready.

They walked to the kitchen, where Fukuzawa was already setting up the toaster. [Name] sat on one of the chairs, and stared at what the man was doing. He put four slices of bread into the toaster. While waiting for it to be done, he searched around in the cabinets. Fukuzawa put a peanut butter and a strawberry jam jar on the table, right infront of [Name].

"So... uhm... sorry for sleeping in your place, Fukuzawa." the kid said, breaking the silence that formed between them.

"It's nothing." the man brushed it off. "You should sleep on the bed, rather than the hard couch. It's better like this until we get a matress for you."

"But then you are the one who has to sleep on something that feels like a stone." the kid showed some concern towards the man, but once he wanted to say something, they cut him off: "You couldn't sleep that much, could you?"

[Name]'s tone was soft and caring, something like a mother's voice while comforting her little daughter after a huge storm. Except this little girl was a man in his 40s, who was also supposed to be their foster parent.

"It's nothing. Really." Fukuzawa looked at the child, trying to reassure them in his well being. "Besides, it's not that irritating."

[Name] didn't believe a word coming from him.