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🤍"Beautiful taste."🤍

A cannibal Atsu x reader bc its spooky month O_o

Also the name came from the song binomi by MARETU. u should so listen to it :>

You’d known for a long time. Longer than you probably should have. Atsushi wasn’t exactly subtle about it. There were signs, little clues you pieced together over time—disappearances, the way he’d come back late at night with that look in his eyes, the faint metallic scent that lingered on him sometimes. It didn’t take a genius to figure out the truth.

Atsushi was a cannibal.

And, strangely enough, you didn’t mind.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. You minded when he brought his victims inside. That got under your skin. Not the cannibalism itself—*that* you had come to terms with. It was just that… cleaning up after him was annoying. You didn’t ask for bloodstains on the carpet or the weird messes he left behind. But you knew better than to complain too much.

Because as much as you loved him—yes, somehow you still did—you knew Atsushi wouldn’t hesitate to add you to his list if you crossed the line.

Tonight was no different. You heard the door creak open around midnight, the soft shuffle of footsteps, and then that familiar smell. Blood. Fresh.

Atsushi stepped into the living room, his golden eyes catching the low light, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. In his hands, he was holding… something. It was wrapped up, but you didn’t need to ask what it was. You already knew.

“Late night snack?” you asked casually, barely looking up from the book you were reading on the couch. You didn’t react much anymore. After all, what was the point?

Atsushi’s smile widened slightly, and he shrugged, moving over to the kitchen without a word. He had always been soft-spoken, his movements quiet, calculated. That’s what made it so hard to believe at first—the way someone so gentle, so kind, could have such a dark side. But there it was, staring you right in the face every time he brought another “meal” home.

You flipped a page in your book, trying not to think about what was currently going on in the kitchen. You had gotten pretty good at ignoring it. After all, if you let it get to you, you’d lose your mind.

But the thing was… Atsushi wasn’t messy with his kills. He was precise, careful. If anything, the way he worked was almost clinical. And as disturbing as it was, you couldn’t deny the truth—he was good at what he did.

A few minutes later, he came back into the room, wiping his hands on a towel. His eyes lingered on you for a moment before he quietly sat beside you on the couch. There was a comfortable silence that settled between you, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

“You know…” you started, eyes still on the pages in front of you, “I don’t mind that you, uh… do what you do.” You paused, glancing at him. “But could you *not* bring your dinner inside? It’s starting to smell, and I just cleaned the floors.”

Atsushi chuckled softly, his voice as calm as ever. “I’ll try to be more careful next time.”

There was something unsettling about how nonchalant he could be about the whole thing, but you supposed that’s what kept you together. His eerie calmness balanced out your detached acceptance. It was a strange dynamic, but somehow it worked.

Leaning back on the couch, Atsushi looked at you, his expression softening. “You’re not scared of me, are you?”

You turned the page of your book, letting the words settle in before you answered. “Should I be?”

He smiled again, this time a little more predatory, though his tone remained light. “Maybe. You know what happens if you tell anyone, right?”

You gave him a sidelong glance, raising an eyebrow. “You’d kill me. Eat me, probably.”

His smile didn’t falter. “Exactly. But I wouldn’t want to do that. You’re… special.”

There was an odd tenderness in his voice, one that made your heart skip a beat despite the horrifying context. Somehow, being "special" to someone like Atsushi felt like both a blessing and a curse.

You closed your book with a soft thud and leaned your head back against the couch, looking at the ceiling. “Yeah, well… just don’t ruin my favorite sweater, okay? Bloodstains are hard to get out.”

Atsushi chuckled again, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

And just like that, the conversation shifted back to something mundane, something ordinary, as if nothing had happened. As if your boyfriend wasn’t sitting beside you with blood still faintly staining his hands. You had long since stopped trying to reconcile the gentle side of Atsushi with the monster that lurked beneath.

But you knew one thing for sure: if anyone asked, you would never tell.

Because in this twisted, horrifying way, you and Atsushi were bound together. You by your chilling acceptance, and him by his deadly nature. And as long as you kept his secret, you’d survive another day.

Grrr sorry this was short, writer's block :/