My Guardian Angel [Chara x Reader]

It's... You?

[Y/n]

Y/n shifted around on his back, his mind heavy with an opaque fog. It felt like he was lying on the couch. He must have sprawled out there after a long night of haggling with customers. If that's the case, a couple more minutes of shuteye wouldn't hurt. Besides, he deserved it after, what was it again? Probably something to do with an expired offer. It's like a mandatory hassle that Y/n has to deal with on a weekly basis.

What is it with all that pacing?

Y/n's eyes snapped open and he quickly saw Chara standing in front of him. She was staring at him with those intoxicating red eyes, eyes that sang like sirens, eyes that rang like morning bells, eyes that leave you absolutely breathless. Her hands were clenched so tightly that they had gone white. A small tremor rippled through her body, her breath, her eyes, everything, as if it were a flexing container threatening to crack open. Y/n felt his throat tighten.

"Chara?" Y/n croaked out.

Her eyes flickered back to the tepid brown that Y/n had come to know. He let out a shaky breath and then pushed himself upright before speaking again.

    "Are you okay?"

    Chara blinked a couple of times, then answered.

    "I'm... okay. I didn't scare you did I?" She asked with a twinge of guilt in her voice.

    "Haha... to be honest, I thought you were going to go crazy on me again," Y/n admitted.

    "I just saw that scar on your face, and suddenly I want to cut someone's head off. I don't know what came over me," Chara sighed, plopping herself next to Y/n on the couch.

    "Cut someone's head off? You know, it's becoming harder and harder to believe you weren't a part of some royal family."

    "And now it's your head I want," Chara hissed, clearly intending for it to be a threat.

    "That... wow. Maybe don't say it like that," Y/n said while choking on his own spit.

    "Hm? What's wrong with how I said it?"

    "You know what forget it." Y/n hastily waved off his remark. "Why were you just standing there and staring at me like that? And what scar are you talking about? I've never had a scar."

    "I just rescued you out of an abandoned warehouse teeming with guards wearing that creepy mask and robe, you have bruises all over, and a practically shredded pair of clothes. You must remember getting ransacked and kidnapped by those guys, no?"

    "Come on, don't joke... like... that," Y/n said, his words coming in after larger and larger gaps as he checked all the brand new slashes in his clothes.

    "Are you fucking serious? These costed a good 20 bucks! And did you say bruises?"

    Chara reached her hand out and gently tapped the purple splotch on Y/n's face, causing him to jerk back and curse under his breath. He then stood up off the couch and walked towards the kitchen refrigerator. Chara quickly followed in his step.

"I'm going to get so much shit for this at school," he groaned while pulling an ice pack out of the freezer.

"What about that massive machine? They hooked you up to something I've never seen before. You're saying that you don't recall any of it?"