I am too fixated on what's in front of me to really sponge up what's going on around me.
Too fixated on my objective.
"Oh, damn. She's hot. Get a look at that a—
Ohhh! Matsu Matsu! Weird running into you when you're in your street clothes... you look... civilian."
"Shut the hell up."
I continue down this path, striding just a couple feet behind this egocentric asshole. The more I watch him, the more it feels like he wants to be in a movie— and I won't lie— it suits this prick. His role would be quite obvious, no? Arrogant? Prying? ...Disposable?
It seems like every other person he shoulders and passes by; he knows. Perhaps it's because the campus he hardly attends is nearby. He enjoys being the center of attention, harassing others, and making everyone's lives a little more spicier. I turn a page.
"Hey! What's up, man? Did you get a haircut? It looks nice on you."
"Do you even know my name?" A stranger, whom I have zero interest in, asks.
Giving his shoulder a pat, Ennoshita furthers down the sidewalk, not looking back. He leaves him to question his relativity, and after I'd been passing the man with the red, dyed hair, he pitou's into Ennoshita's footprint.
"Pussyfoot."
It seems he has a love-hate relationship with everyone here. Some would pay to see him disappear... and others... not so much. Can't say that the latter is superior, though.
He carries himself with a certain aura. It's daring and confident— you'd have to be a psychopath to cross a man who has dear-old-daddy taking care of him and wiping his shit from his ass. It's— so— unbelievably toxic.
By now, he's talking a little less and quickening his tempo. Passing the chandelier-ous, beautiful leaves and women, Ennoshita doesn't give them so much as a glance.
He makes a sharp left turn. I follow him, quietly with no sense of familiarity of this path. This district.
Taking meticulous steps; Im careful not to make a sound. I give him no reason to detect me, but for some reason, it feels as though he already knows I'm there.
I continue down this gloomy, desolate path and eventually— I lose sight of him. My objective. My dead, piercing eyes glance around for him, but to no avail.
And instead of stopping and giving up, I walk a couple more feet, thinking this would have been easier if I'd just found some way of killing him earlier.
My fingers stretch along the spine of my book: The Universal Laws of Awakening, and eventually the leaflet begins to flutter shut. "Hm." I breathe out. "Inconvenient."
It was then did I feel a hand on my shoulder and pressure apply. This grip, it's threatening me. And before my eyes could catch them, my body is thwarted against an outdated garage door. It's disgusting, really.
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Philophobia 2 (Yandere! Sugawara X FemReader!)
FanfictionAfter experiencing a plethora of stress and heartbreak , (Y/N) sought to run away from her past. To keep running meant that she wouldn't have to look back at the strings of broken hearts lying in her footprint's rest. Three years later, however, she...
