I step into the room.
"Y/N. I said that I didn't want it!"
The male barks, facing the wall in front of him. He grumbles incoherently. It's curse words, I assume.
"Have you really come back to rub the cooking of another man in front of my face..."
I heard that one. I scoff, flattered at his vulnerability. Unbeknownst that it is me, another man I take my seat back in front of him on the stool.
"Yeah well, I'm not too fond of being your little housewife either."
My voice carries. Yuuta is stiff for a long moment. I can hear him gulp and proceed to curse below his nose. It is entertaining, to say the least.
I get it. I'm the last person he'd ever expect to see in his room; alone at that. I place the box on the bed, craning my head towards my shoulder.
"Trust me. You'll want to eat."
"Why did you come back here...? To mouth feed me?" Yuuta snaps. His body thrusts forward and he erupts from the bed. His head snaps towards me in a heartbeat, it makes me grin at the way I've already gotten him riled up.
"I just wanted to clear some air."
"Well you've been crystal. I've lost my leg because of you."
But not a moment passes and I am scoffing.
Pfft. My lips erupt. And as I bring my bent index finger to my lips, it does me no good. I am already laughing and he has caught me.
I can see the alarms blaring in his head. Yuuta's shoulders stiffen and he straightens his spine— I've never seen him so scornful.
"You think this is funny...?"
"Yes well, you need to be doing a better job. If you keep throwing around baseless accusations like that, Y/N will think you're crazy. Hahaha!"
I continue to laugh. I can't help it. A fit of laughter boils past my lips, I haven't felt my bones vibrate like this in ages.
"Man... You really do sound insane. I mean... I'm not saying you're entirely off-key, but you'll need to try a little harder than that."
A vein protrudes from the man's forehead. He is a couple years my senior, but I honor no formalities. Yuuta grits his teeth, leaning forward.
"So you think you've figured it all out. You think you've cracked the code. And because of what? Because I resemble a masked man?"
"It's a shame, really. You're supposed to be a policeman, no? I thought you'd be a bit more rational and composed than this."
This sets him off. He shoots himself forward, thwacking his hand against the mattress beneath him. How intimidating.
"Yeah; well, my hunches are never wrong. I know it was you. In your little black baseball cap and hoodie. I know only one man with a scar that deep on the back of his hand."
Yuuta raises a finger towards me, appearing menacing.
"You stay the fuck away from Y/N. I don't know what the hell you're after; and why you tried to get me killed... but if you ever even look—"
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Philophobia 2 (Yandere! Sugawara X FemReader!)
FanfictionAfter experiencing a plethora of stress and heartbreak , (Y/N) sought to run away from her past. To keep running meant that she wouldn't have to look back at the strings of broken hearts lying in her footprint's rest. Three years later, however, she...
