Psycho

hospital

Muichiro's POV

Tsuki was taken away in an ambulance, and I felt a sense of relief—she’d be out of my way for a while. It didn’t take long to get rid of the evidence before anyone had a chance to question me. I made sure to cover all my tracks. The group was gathered in the hospital waiting room after Yuzu had broken down, crying and begging to ride in the ambulance with her girlfriend. I felt... maybe 0.02% guilty? Well, sorry Yuzu that your girlfriend had been a problem for me, so I couldn't dwell on it.

We were sitting in the harsh, sterile lights of the waiting room. Everyone was either crying or comforting Yuzu, but I stayed quiet. I took my seat beside Tanjirou, leaning into his shoulder, letting my tears fall. They weren't real, but no one knew that. He gently stroked my hair, whispering soft reassurances. See? He cares about me... He’s mine.

The room was filled with hushed murmurs until the waiting room doors burst open. Tsuki's foster brother stormed in, yelling and pushing through the crowd, desperate to see her. Hospital security had to hold him back as he screamed and pleaded to be let through. Eventually, they dragged him outside, kicking and shouting like a wild animal.

But behind him walked someone even more imposing: a towering girl, at least 6'9", with pale purple eyes that shimmered with fury. She looked the exact opposite of tsuki. Black and purple hair was messily tied into space buns, and her punk-rock attire gave her an edge that made everyone in the room sit up straighter. She had a tiny black star beneath her right eye, her gaze scanning the room until she locked eyes on Yuzu.

Before anyone could react, the tall girl lunged, grabbing Yuzu by the collar and throwing her to the floor in a sudden, violent frenzy. They grappled and rolled, fists flying as chaos erupted around them. Screams and shouts echoed through the waiting room as Zenitsu and Inosuke tried to separate them.

Tanjirou sprang to his feet, rushing over to help pull the two apart. I followed suit, feigning concern as I pried the tall girl’s hand off Yuzu’s throat, though in reality, I couldn’t have cared less. It was just to maintain appearances.

“Get off her!” Tanjirou shouted, struggling to pull the two apart.

The security guards quickly stepped in, dragging the tall girl off Yuzu and restraining her as she thrashed and screamed, her voice hoarse with rage. "It's your fault!" she shrieked at Yuzu. "This is all your fault!"

Yuzu, shaken and bruised, sat slumped on the floor, her tear-streaked face pale and swollen from the blows. She wasn’t hurt too badly, though. A shame, really. It would’ve been more convenient if she were.

(Muichiro you're on a roll)
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Three hours later...

We’d been sitting in the waiting room for what felt like an eternity. The nurses finally came out to inform us that we were allowed to see Tsuki. She was in a coma, but they were hopeful. She would need surgery in a few days, and the prognosis wasn’t looking great. Perfect. That meant she’d be in the hospital for a long time.

The others went in first, filling the small hospital room with soft murmurs of sympathy and pity. I waited for my chance, hanging back until the room cleared. When the coast was clear, I slipped inside. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, mingling with the sound of machines beeping steadily beside her bed. Tsuki lay motionless, her face wrapped tightly in bandages, only her pale lips visible beneath the layers.

I glanced around the room, making sure we were alone. No cameras. Good. I let out a low chuckle as I walked over to her bedside, leaning casually against the wall.

“You really thought you could stop me, huh?" I whispered, my voice dripping with malice. "Guess your precious motorcycle battery came in handy after all."

I looked at her motionless body and flipped her off, knowing she couldn’t see, but it still felt satisfying. She was trapped inside her own body, helpless. Probably awake but unable to move, unable to scream. I gave her a mocking smile before turning to leave, wiping any trace of guilt from my face.

I rejoined the others in the waiting room, their worried faces turning toward me. No one suspected a thing. Not yet, anyway. But sooner or later, they'd all learn—Tanjirou is mine.

(I finished this last night and never had time to post it)