Nendou X Reader

Part 6. Home Is Where The NENDOU Is

"Nendou, thanks for walking me to my house. I really appreciate it and I don't know how I could ever repay you"

Fish and line, here comes the sinker..

"Um. Buddy you work for me, no worries!"

Ugh, so polite. So him.

"Could I interest you in a. . . Midnight snack?"

Nendou's eyes lit up, almost as if I had asked him to marry me. I would hope he would have the same drool and look of desperation for me one day. . . Who am I kidding! Of course he will, he's mine.

As I invited Nendou into my shitty apartment two things I forgot about that I kept insight.

One, my piles of toe nail clippings for my personal collection.

And two, my many, many, maaany paintings of men who I've claimed over the past years, including Nendou himself. Although he wasn't officially mine yet, he was good as gone from the dating market once I applied for his ramen shop.

Yes, I did some slight stalking before applying. And yes, I say I claimed those men's souls because their lives forever reside within my shitty ass apartment.

"Welcome in" I smile, blushing at the face Nendou made after scanning the room and recognizing the faces on the walls.

"These are. . . My friends"

"Really? Who knew!" I knew.

I locked the deadbolt on the door, latch after latch. Once I was done locking us both in, anxiety started to creep in. Y/N remain calm, cool, and confident. Chill, we have him in the palm of our hand. Nendou won't escape.

I could tell Nendou was starting to have doubts being in my shitty ass apartment. Maybe it was the black mold or the faint smell of rotting flesh that was a turn off. To me, it smelled like home.

"It smells funky in here. Too funky. . ."

Haha, Nendou's a funny guy.

"Buddy" he frowns, "why do you have pictures of my friends and me on your walls?"

Shit. "I bought them from this poor girl this one time, she begged me to take them. I just couldn't say no" haha, yes.

"Oh. . . Ok."

Nendou wasn't soothed by that excuse. For a moment, I saw his eyes flicker back to the door almost as if he was looking for a way out. No Nendou. You don't understand,

"You're home"

"What"

Shit I said that outloud.

"I think I want to leave now"

no. No. NO NO NO! "Please stay, I have a treat! I promise Nendou, just sit down and relax. I'll go get it!"

Nendou looked visibly worried. The jig was up, he knew he wasn't leaving but what else could he do but wait for me to go fetch his treat.

I fixed us some tea and we sat on the dilapidated brown leather couch in the living room. I salvaged that piece of dog shit a few blocks over. The smell of cat piss and cigarettes wafted into your nose every time you sat down on the leather pillows. I watched patiently as Nendou took his first sips.

"It's bitter"

"Yeah it'll taste better with sugar, one second"

As I turned around, Nendou limply dropped to the floor. Almost as if the tea made him a ragdoll, a Nendou ragdoll. Tea was my first step of many executions and experiments. I had perfected my craftsmanship before taking on the prized boy, my boy,

My Nendou.