DECEPTION (Female Reader) [SAKAMOTO DAYS]

9: "Red Flags"

Nagumo's POV:

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I knew from the start that little miss 'Puppet' was a few steps short of sane, but nothing quite prepared me for the level of madness I was dealing with. I mean, sure, I agreed to help her blow up half of a dome facility, but seeing her in that moment (when the main explosion hit) caught me off guard in a way I didn't expect.

The shockwave rattled through the air, debris raining down around us, and when I glanced over at her, what I saw sent a shiver crawling down my spine. Her expression-it was downright terrifying. She was enjoying this. No, scratch that-she was reveling in it. That look on her face was pure, undiluted ecstasy, like the destruction was something she'd crafted from her soul, something she'd longed for deep inside. The chaos we created wasn't just a means to an end for her. It was the point.

And the laughter. God, the laughter. It wasn't just some soft chuckle at a job well done... It was wild, crazed, and unhinged. It echoed around us, feeding off the destruction like a demon celebrating the end of days. It sent a wave of discomfort through me that I hadn't felt in a long time. My gut twisted, but there was something else too; something I wasn't ready to admit at the time.

I didn't think she'd be the type to find pure joy in the terror she created. Yet there she was, standing in the middle of it all, looking like she was having the time of her life. And despite how unnerving it was, I couldn't help but feel drawn to it. It was like watching a wildfire tear through a forest-destructive, sure, but there was a twisted beauty to it.

Still, even with her demonic nature, I can't deny that I want to keep her around. She's like a ticking time bomb, just waiting for the right moment to set herself off again. And here's the thing: I kind of enjoy it. Yeah, it's crazy, but her unpredictability, the way she lives on the edge of something monstrous-it's exhilarating. Every moment with her feels like walking on a razor's edge, waiting for the next spark to ignite.

There's something about her that I find...addictive. Maybe it's the thrill of never knowing what she's going to do next, or maybe it's the fact that she's unlike anyone I've ever met. She's dangerous, no doubt about it, but that danger is part of what makes her so d*mn interesting. It's like she's a new toy I can't quite figure out yet, and I know I should be more cautious, but at the same time, I can't help but wonder just how far this insanity goes.

I guess that's what scares me the most: this fascination I've developed with her. Despite all the red flags, the warning signs blaring in my mind, I can't seem to pull away. In some twisted way, I might actually be getting obsessed with her. And that's dangerous... for both of us.

But hey, that's just the kind of guy I am. I've always been drawn to the edge of things. So, maybe the 'Puppet' and I? Maybe we're not so different after all.

(Y/n)'s POV:

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Nagumo and I went our separate ways, heading back to our own little corners of this twisted world. We made a silent pact-what we just did, the destruction we set into motion, would stay between us. No one else needed to know.

I had half-expected Nagumo to ask for something dark in return for helping me pull this off, some twisted request as payment for the favor. But no. Instead, he simply wanted to be my 'buddy'. It caught me off guard. It was almost laughable how simple it was, how... ordinary.

Earlier, he saw it. My inner demon. I know he did. When that explosion roared to life, it wasn't just the dome that burned. For just a fleeting moment, my mind snapped, my sanity slipped, and that old, familiar laugh escaped me-wild and uncontrolled. The laugh from eight years ago. The same one that spilled out when the world around me fell apart and I stood there, reveling in the chaos I'd unleashed.