Philophobia 2 (Yandere! Sugawara X FemReader!)

| Part X: The Dead Tell no Tale |

I feel good.

There simply aren't enough words to describe the vast amount of euphoria highlighting my veins, my expression, my heart. I dare say... Y/N hasn't made me feel this way— but she's made me feel something similar.

I'm not breathless, but here I am; heaving breaths. The hand which was free of blood, is beginning to rake through my black-dyed locks. I pull them back, taking a step to the side.

"Shit... This didn't go according to my plan... Well," I release the eroded rock, watching its surface scrape and chalk the ground. Ennoshita looks— no— he is unrecognizable. What's left of his teeth is brittled and thoroughly beaten into his blood. And I can only make out one eye— then the rest of his face is a tragedy.

"It's fine, because you're dead now. And that's according to plan." Was I heartless enough to search the pockets of the deceased? Yes. I lower my body, hands gliding to seize anything that could be of use to me.

Shades, condoms, googley-eyes. None of this was worth taking, but his wallet was. As well as his locker room key... Hm. Which job was he headed to exactly? I couldn't help but wonder...

I look towards the corpse.

But I can't necessarily ask him now, can I? Although; I can keep his identity in my pocket and work off that. I pivot, watching blood spike and shoot out of his "mouth". He is hardly recognizable, and hardly is an understatement. The case detective is going to have a field day with this one.

Ennoshita earned this. How dare he speak of Y/N so illy? Like she is his object? No. She is mine. My good little toy. I'm her only hero; now and forever. I can't help but loathe this man, even after death. He disgusted me then, and he disgusts me now.

Anyway, my first play is now in motion. I haven't moved for years, but now I can. It was excruciating, really. Having to watch you for all these years... but no, not anymore. I've never been the type of person to enjoy sidelining or bench-warming— it isn't in my DNA. I've lost you once, Y/N, and I won't dare lose you again. I mean that.

My eyes lower, glooming towards the set of keys lying on the palm of my hand. I grip them, beginning to seek out an exit.

This is such a familiar feeling. This electricity that courses through me after each breath I cease— and I hate to admit it Y/N, but it is addictive. My eyes turn, and so does my feet as they point into the opposite direction.

My body doesn't prevent me from releasing a simpering chuckle, and with confidence brimming from me— seeping from the soles of my sneakers— more than just one idea comes to mind.

Ennoshita Chikara... I will move you even after death.

━━ 🏐 🏐 🏐 ━━

My body stiffens. My shoulders, my neck— I can feel my muscles straining as I cock back my head and release a sharp sneeze.

"Bless you."

"Thank you. Now," I turn my eyes towards the orange-colored box. I can feel my lips squeezing against my straw and I draw out every bit of vitamin C I can manage.

"What was your question again?" I ask him. It's been a couple of hours since my interaction with Kakeru, and Yuuta won't let me forget. My brows knit upwards in a guilt-ful manner... this is the third time I've tuned him out during our conversation, and he my isn't quite the patient type.

"You and Hoga," Yuuta asks me. He utters his last name with so much weight. He couldn't possibly think that Kakeru is a threat, right? "I mean... are you two close?"

I again avert my gaze. I didn't feel like talking about this, not yet. He hasn't given me enough time to think about this— plus— even if we were, would it matter? We're all just friends; but...

Can I really tell him that? Would he even believe me?

A bead of sweat dribbles down my cheek and I keep my eyes narrowed elsewhere. "Not ... really? I just feel like we sort of," I release the juice box, and my fingers begin to twist and curl in a bizarre manner. "We just sort of mesh well? There's no telling if we'll be close in the future, but it's not like it isn't a possibility... y'know?"

And once we finally make eye contact, Yuuta seems a little... devastated. Somehow. For some reason, even though we've already established boundaries beforehand; he seems sad.

I clear my throat, straightening my posture. This insecurity of his is cute, but I have to be careful not to let it kill us. "Look, you have nothing to worry about. I've said it a million times— I'm not too excited about jumping into another relationship right now."

I have to drop this typical, disheartening bomb on him— but hopefully this helps. And with all this talking... I feel like I've made up my mind. Maybe the sex has to stop.

"...Yeah, yeah. I understand. We can talk about this some more some time else, I'm sorry I sprang this at you." He apologizes, lowering his head. He's ashamed of letting his emotions show, but it isn't at all a bad thing.

"No, it's okay. I don't mind— but how about later on tonight? I can go to your place— and maybe we can have some instant ramen?" I try, hoping to cheer him up. But Yuuta gives me a frail smile and a light nod, so I have no choice but to accept for now.

I take my hand, grazing it on top of his. This is all I can do to offer him reassurance. I pat his smooth hand and give it a subtle rub before I rise up from the chair.

"My last class is calling now, haha. I'll get going first. Text me, yeah?" Yuuta watches me, longing for me some more, but I ignore the feeling. Smiling, he sends me off with a petite wave.

"Alright, I will. Call me if you ever need anything, Mz. L/N." He reaches for his untouched, egg sandwich, beginning to peel back the golden-brown edges. I can't help but chuckle and begin to plan out our meal for tonight.

I nod towards him, tossing my tot-bag over my shoulder as I slide the chair in back into its former position before I took its place. And as I blow Yuuta a kiss, he blows me one back with innocent laughter.

I then begin on my stride, walking towards the pair of glass-doors shunning me from my destination and the rest of the world. I should have a couple more minutes to spare before I have to get to my next class... and I'm considering grabbing something sweet to eat.

I quickly check the time, watching the backlight of my phone flicker.

1:52PM.

That's perfect. Classes don't start for another fifteen minutes.

I take a step faster, I take a step larger— not quite keeping my eyes on the pavement in front of me. So after I slide my phone into my mushroom bag, I finally pick up my gaze.

There is this breeze that brushes by me. It tickles my skin, but I feel good. Not too cold, not at all hot— it's just right. My eyes keep towards my feet, but then I feel an eclipse. A shadow. It's large, larger than your average man or woman.

I quirk a brow a with a, "hm?" And I feel my heart buzz. I smile, tracing my fingers behind the back of my ear. I didn't bump into him— not this time. I've caught myself before I could.

With my beating heart, my feet stop just in front of the dark-colored suit. My eyes are wide, warm, curious. I am at ease now that I see this mascot.

"Kumamon! It's you."