Rain Code Oneshots

Enigmatic(Makoto Kagutsuchi x MasterDetective!Reader)

Art credits go to mufksin on Danbooru

Requested by @hakurashin
I have to say, this was really fun to write ngl.
For context, the reader is in place of Yuma Kokohead.(his lastname sounds so silly)

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Drowning

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You were drowning, and you can't help but feel that it's all your fault. If you didn't wander off and met Kurumi...  if you didn't butt your head into that case... if you had just stayed at the submarine instead of pretending to be a detective.
None of this would've happened.

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Then you woke up and sat up with a gasp.
You realized you were in bed then, you looked around, unsure of where you were.

You asked Shinigami if she knows where you two are. Which proved useless as she doesn't know anything about where and how you got here. 

You explored the room you were in, viewing the expensive-looking decorations and the very strange artwork hung in the room.
'What is it called again? Oh yeah, abstract.'
Shinigami asked you to name one of them, then she insulted you for that.
'Jeez...'

You walked out of the room you woke up in and gazed at your surroundings, the place had really fancy decorations and really cool-looking lights hung from the ceiling. You attention immediately moved to the Jacuzzi, which a man wearing a mask ascended from it.

"Wh-who's there?!"

"Hi there, nice to meet you."
"I sure look suspicious, huh?"

'No shit, Sherlock,' Shinigami says with her arms crossed.

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After what seemed to be an eternity after the strange introduction, the mystery guy came back. 

"Sorry to keep you waiting. I truely didn't expect you to regan consciousness during my bath."

"Uh huh."

"..."

"..."

'This is... really awkward.'
You thought.

"You can take a seat if you'd like,"  he says whilst sitting down.

"I'm good."

"Are you sure-"

"Yes, I'm sure."

Awkward silence again. This is why you don't like to spark up conversations, or starting one, or just talking to people in general. You can't help but wonder if you past self was also socially awkard.

"Who are you?"

"Oh? If you want to know who I am, does that mean you wish to be friends with me?"