Sadistic | Sata Kyouya x Reader

♚ six

Where's Kyouya? you thought, fidgeting with a strand of your [hair color] hair.

It had been over a week and Kyouya was nowhere to be found, absent from school and much to your chagrin, ignoring your texts.

"[Name]?" San-chan poked her head through the sliding door of the classroom while carrying a stack of papers.

"Hm?" your ears perked up at the sound of your name. She came over and dropped the pile onto your desk, resulting in a loud thump!, earning a few looks from your classmates. Your eye twitched as you looked at San-chan accusingly. "What do you want me to do with this?"

"Sata has been sick for a while, which I'm sure you noticed," she cleared her throat and you raised an eyebrow. "I have to take these assignments to him afterschool. But I have some errands to run today, so I was hoping you could do it instead."

For a second, you felt excited to get to see Kyouya, but you shoved your feelings aside, thinking that San would get the wrong idea. "I refuse."

San-chan's furrowed her eyebrows and looked ready to shove a toaster into your mouth. Her palm swung down and slammed your desk, leaving a dent. You suddenly felt scared for your life.

"What did you say, [Name]?" A murderous aura surrounded her and you shuddered.

"I-I'LL DO IT!"

***

I'm actually pretty curious about Kyouya's home life...

So far, all you knew was Kyouya lived in an apartment building and liked dogs. You realized that you and Kyouya had nothing in common (maybe except being fond of dogs) and you barely knew anything about him, yet he was still posing as your pretend "boyfriend"... or was that just a momentary lie?

You sighed, recalling all the events that occurred just because of Kyouya.

The door swung open, and a sickly looking Kyouya appeared before you. His eyes were sunken and dark circles crowded beneath them. Not to mention, he was already glaring you down.

"What do you want?"

"That's not a very nice way to thank the person who brought-"

The rest of your sentence was interrupted as Kyouya slammed the door closed, but your foot acted as a doorstopper in time.

"Ow! You didn't let me finish!" you winced in pain.

"That's what you get for trying to be a smartass with me."

"H-hey!" you pouted, and shoved the papers to his face. "This is what I came for."

He took them from your hands and you sighed in relief at the load taken off you. Just as he was about to shut the door again, you shouted.

"WAIT!" Kyouya gave you a "what now?" stare. "Um... are you living alone?"

"Eh?" he blinked his eyes, but then groaned, knowing you being the persistent person that you were. "No, I live with my dad, but he rarely comes home."

You stopped him from ending the conversation. For some reason, you wanted to keep talking to him...

"Why haven't you been coming to school?"

"Isn't it obvious? I have a cold."

"And... have you been taking medicine?"

"I don't need to," he said. "It's just a cold."

"Is... there anyone taking care of you right now?"

"No," he peered down and stared you in the eyes. "And if you insist on coming in, just know the answer starts with an 'n'."

"I-I wasn't!"

"'Course you weren't," he yawned in boredom. "I'm going... back... to bed..."

Kyouya's words slurred and you realized his legs were barely keeping him up. "Kyouya?!" You caught his arm and held his weight.

"Hngh... get... off... me."

Kyouya's head leaned against your shoulder, his hair tickling your ear.

"I should be the one saying that to you," you muttered. You entered his house, a little nervous that Kyouya was so close to you.

"Pardon the intrusion..." you politely announced, slipping off your shoes and carrying him all the way to his room.

You laid him on his bed, noticing now that his forehead was burning hot and his eyes were trying to stay awake. "Hey, look, I get that I'm the last person you would want to be doing this, but..." you pulled the blanket over his body. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that the almighty Kyouya fell into my arms."

Even sick, he growled but turned to his side and let out a few coughs.

"I'm going to get you some medicine," you informed, placing your schoolbag on the floor. "Just sit tight."

***

You had been gone for what seemed like hours to Kyouya, and he started to feel a knot in his chest. He dismissed the feeling as just concern for his medicine, and he wouldn't give two shits if you got killed, as long as he gets it. (Keep telling yourself that, Kyouya.)

"Tch... what's taking the idiot so long?" He stretched out his hand and retrieved his phone. Calling your cell, the distinct sound of your ringtone rang from inside your backpack and he nearly burst a vein as he shut the phone.

"THE IDIOT! How can you leave your phone here?!"

Ignoring the ringing pain in his head, he got out of bed and slipped on a jacket, stumbling a little as he walked.

***

"[NAME]!" he shouted, sudden snowflakes beginning to fall to the ground. His vision was hazy, and he could barely stand in the freezing cold.

He kept walking, his feet leaving imprints in the gathering snow. His jacket wasn't enough to withstand the cold, and a numb feeling plagued his arms and legs. Kyouya stopped, leaning onto the wall for support and breathing heavily.

"The... damn idiot! I..."

He was nearly about to collapse when you found him underneath the streetlight. Your eyes widened, and you dropped all your shopping bags and caught onto his arms right before he fell.

"KYOUYA! Are you... are you okay?" his pale face reminded you that Kyouya was human. He could die. Kyouya could die. He could die any moment. He could die right here, in your arms. He could die... he was going to die.

NO! I don't... I don't... want... you to...

Hot tears rolled down your cheeks and you wiped them away with your sleeve, shaking Kyouya to wake up.

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...

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"...[Name]?"

"Huh?" you opened your wet eyes.

"Where the hell were you?!" Those were his first words.

Huh? Does he... care about me?

"I-I... was at the convenience store. I got your medicine, but I also wanted to make you some food, so I got some ingredients-"

"IDIOT! Don't make me worry about you! It's already bothersome that you're a suicidal dumbass, but you're dragging me into your problems!"

"ME? I wasn't the idiot who stupidly dragged his butt out here well knowing he was sick!"

"Tch. Get off me."

"Eh?" You realized you were embracing Kyouya the entire time, and you shoved him away and immediately turned red. "Wh-whatever! Let's go, it's cold out here."

You picked up the grocery bags and motioned for Kyouya to carry one of them, but he ignored you and walked on. "HEY! DON'T MAKE ME CARRY ALL THESE, ASSHOLE!"

"You were doing fine before," he scoffed, and you threw the bag at the back of his head.