More than Anything (Hanma x reader)

Chapter 27: Love

"Doll, what is this?"

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Third Person POV

(Y/n)'s heart felt like it lurched right into her throat and a snapped 'Give that back!' was panically uttered unbeknownst to her.

'No, not like this,' she thought, eyes wide and bored holes into the object her boyfriend was holding in his hands, 'God, not yet... please.'

Hanma was uncharacteristically serious— and he never was. Honestly, with what he had read in that notebook and her strange reaction, he must've thought that she was either a psychopath or high on drugs. She looked like she was about to go into a mental breakdown. The panic, the feared look in her eyes, the way she was a breath away from hyperventilating. This wasn't just a 'oh no, the surprise is ruined!', it was as if she was protecting him from something he shouldn't have seen at all.

"Hanma, please give that back—" she pleaded desperately and reached for it, only resulting in him pulling it out of her reach.

"No, doll," his voice was low and he never once broke his attention from her, "What is this?"

"I can't explain that right now. Everything will make sense soon, but please—"

"What is there to make sense of when there are multiple writings that say I'll kill you?" He spoke gravely, "I'm trying to decide whether you're just a horror author and using our names as placeholders or going through some crazy nightmares and this is your dream journal. I don't even want to go down the other routes of what else I'm thinking. Why the fuck do you think I will kill you when I can't even imagine a world without you in it."

"Hanma, if I explain it, you won't take me seriously. You won't listen, you won't understand..." she trailed off in a panic before it became dejected. It was too late, "... You won't see me the same."

She didn't mean that in the literal sense wholeheartedly. For Hanma, he must've thought that she sounded like a crazy person and would have underlying concerns for her mental health. She meant that once she 'returns to her timeline' or whatever that was supposed to mean in her previous selves' entries, she wouldn't know how that would affect both their past and present— or in this case, future. A future she was certain that was irreversible in every sense of the word.

"Doll, I'll still love you even if you're a little psycho," he spoke teasingly like he was making a joke, but reassuring all the same. He then raised the notebook to her line of sight, "I just want to know why you would even think I would kill you when I don't even think I remotely could."

She winced to herself as if his words were causing her physical pain. Yes, he would. She remembered every single instance of her time travel and, without fail, ended in her death... to her husband's hands.

"Hanma, no matter how I could possibly word this, you're not going to believe me," she pleaded, feeling more and more defeated as time went on.

She didn't want her last day with her boyfriend to end like this— she wanted them happy and smiling before she goes. She was hoping to just drop the bomb that the truth was much more complex and convoluted than either of them could possibly imagine before she disappeared entirely. Or, at least, this version of her won't be present to re-experience the happiest time of her life. She wasn't sure what would happen to Hanma and her teenaged self. Maybe history was being rewritten entirely or maybe Hanma would never remember this encounter.