ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ, ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ (𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘰)

4 | 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 52 (𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔡)

nothing will stand in the way of us.

𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖐 4; ???
𝔰𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔡𝔞𝔶, 𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔞𝔶

. . .

[if you're wondering what happened yesterday, i'll give a quick refresh.]

[using my nanana-shaped object, i cleared the memories of the entire week in yan's head. not exactly clearing it, but reshaping what happened. maybe i did it out of spite, or maybe out of jealousy. who knows? in any case, your current memories are being replaced at this very moment.]

kusuo, who was simply hovering over you as you slept, was unaware how your new memories would turn out. he'd already gotten a gist of it, just a little understanding of what it may have been replaced with, so he figured it'd be fine to pretend like makoto didn't even exist. after all, he was just a side character in this huge cast of roles.

it was, as usual, 9AM in the morning, with you still in bed. 

if it wasn't unhealthy, it's quite convenient for kusuo. he wakes up early, pretty much, and so he gets more time to glance at your mesmerizing and enthralling form. your body shape was so perfect to hug, his arms would lay snatched around your waist as if it were destined to be there. he would love to hug you. it gets him a bit anxious just imagining it, but thinking about the warmth, the humanity, of it, of you, makes him crave for it more.

so human.

so vulnerable.

he too is human, sure, but the more he thinks about it, the more he finds just how interesting you are. a complicated character, everything and nothing at once. he needs it. he craves to learn, to understand, and to feel.

the one thing he's missing is feeling something, just anything at all.

and you're giving him that feeling, something he's never experienced before, something he will do anything to get in his grasp again. 

"uh...ugh.." you mutter, stirring awake. kusuo quickly transferred into his invisible mode━for just a few more minutes to watch you. he loved observing your features. what made you, you. he could never, no, will never confess to thinking these things, but he can't help the fact that he's so.. obsessed.

[no, it's love.]

he stares at you. he's so, extremely glad that he can't see through you. he's not even sure why. usually, after a few seconds, he'd see the inner muscles of people, and it was just a normality to him. but seeing how cute you are, and how you glow with your white shine, it really makes him think back to teruhashi. if teruhashi was (supposedly) perfect, then god, what were you? 

finally, your body moves up, and kusuo teleports away from the scene.

now sitting up, you rub your eyes tiredly. you look over your shoulder to your digital clock. you woke up early this time. 10AM. you groan. "too early.." you mumble, throwing your sheets back on and burying your head into your pillow. 

5 minutes pass ━ you can't fall back asleep. you let out a sharp sigh, then sit back up, hair all messy and undone. your eyebrows furrowed, you check your phone. it was your daily routine, at least on the weekends, to wake up, use your phone for the first half an hour or so and then get up. 

10:23 AM