Ameliorate - [Tokyo Revengers Various] X Reader

•35• the snitch

Readers: wasn't the hiatus ending in May? And didn't you update two weeks ago that you'd be uploading soon?

Yes people. That was me ;) Sometimes I really do wish to hit my head against the wall.

This chapter was initially going to be so depressing I'd cried writing the first few pages itself but then when I sat to write again recently, I realised my life is bloody depressing enough for me to add more depression to it through this story so I toned down the level several notches.

I do kind of miss that version because it involved Kisaki and Mikey's appearances in the future and also several goosebumps and lots of crying but I've taken inspo from Hanma and decide to not depress myself :)

Also, the picture is fromart as linked in the chapter 32- once to man and dragon.

There's much I wanted to say before this chapter, I'd even written some shortcuts and mnemonics to remember before the hiatus but I didn't understand any of them now T_T so in case I'm forgetting something, just let me know <3

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Whether what restricts any air from entering your lungs is the painfully thumping, tightly compressed chest of yours or the hand so mercilessly gripping your throat, you don't know.

Hushed, hasted words spoken into your ear barely make in— they buzz and ring in frequencies sharp enough to slice through glass.

It has already been a moment this way, your legs have already lost feel. At this point, only the hand choking you holds you in place.

Why you don't reply to anything he says, Hanma wouldn't even realise.

Only when your eyes roll back does he loosen his hand and seem to be jolted into consciousness of his own actions restricting response.

You sink to the floor.

Whether he or even you make any noise after that or not, you can barely register. Brain too fogged to even think straight let alone get into a defensive position, your body naturally just eases to let breath in.

For long you stay fallen against the wall, loud and raspy breaths filling the air.

He doesn't disturb you— Hanma doesn't interfere once throughout. He only crouches down to your level, seating himself in a criss-cross, and watches.

Intently.

Sadistic tendencies could not ever be more obvious.

And the first thought that does appear in your mind as you calm is of how he became what he is. Because definitely, the person showering a lemon-honey gaze to your condition has lost several notches of humanity ages ago.

"Can you talk?" it doesn't take him long to notice you're now in a more sound state of mind.

A limping rationale advises you to not challenge him in any way possible. You reply through heavy breaths, "Yes."

"I didn't realize how hard I was holding." his gaze remains stitched to yours, "Overlooked the fact that you're the past self— the woman you've become loves this sort of thing. Can you even blame me?"

For your own safety, "No.. not at all."

His lips quirk upwards, he stands, towering miles above your tiny, folded frame, "So you really can think straight then." his hand reaches out for you and you flinch expecting a rough grab but it doesn't come.