Sunday Night (Karamatsu x Reader One-Shot)

Sunday Night

It was a Sunday morning when you woke up in the hospital, but nobody was there to greet you besides a boy around your age in the next bed. He was there for the same reason you were; attempted suicide. Your arms wore bandages to match his. You couldn't understand why he would want to end his life. His smile was charming, his voice was smooth, and his mind was witty. Everyone called him Karamatsu, but he called himself pathetic. A loser. Just another one of the six his mother had birthed. You knew this wasn't true, though.

Days pass and your conversations became more personal. Neither of you had a job, a partner, or a will to continue. Well.. not before this meeting, anyways. Karamatsu always made you feel happy and you did your best to make him feel the same. He started referring to you ask his 'Karamatsu Girl', which you found somewhat narcissistic but adorable. Eventually, he allowed his brothers to visit and he had introduced you. You could see why he figured suicide was the only way out with five other siblings as annoying, loud, and creepy as they were.

It was a Sunday afternoon when you were released from the hospital. Your friend had promised to visit you after his release, but he must have forgotten. Heh.. You figured this would happen. Any ray of sunshine that managed to squeeze its way into my worthless life was to be washed away by the storm that constantly hangs heavily above my head. I'd trudged my way back to my home, occasionally glancing down at my scars. They had recommended therapy or medication, but you had no interest in trying either. What was the point?

You had stopped at an oden stand near the canal. It was quiet and the only person there was the owner, so you thought it the perfect place to break down and drink your problems away. Maybe the merchant could be your friend. The small man had given you a plate of his finest goods and a bottle of sake, offering to listen to your endeavors. You noticed his expression harden as the name of the sextuplet slipped between your lips. A's if it were on command, you heard muffled footsteps of about six other people approaching. You heard the smooth, deep voice emitting from the man in blue say your name, making you tense and grip the bottle of alcohol. He had explained why he hasn't seen you, his brothers adding on by saying how annoying he was when he would ramble on and on about his sweet angel.

It had been three months since you encountered your now boyfriend at the oden stand. You still remember the way your heart sang when he asked you to be his one and only. You loved everything about him, and he loved everything about you. The two of you spent most of your time on the roof of the Matsuno household, talking and listening to him sing and strum his guitar for you. He would occasionally give you a gift, which made you upset since you were unable to return the favor, but he didn't mind. He would say that your love was payment enough.

It had been ten months since you started dating and tonight was your anniversary, though things hadn't gone the way they were planned. The two of you had been growing apart and things were getting rough. You needed a break. You told him that you couldn't stand him any longer and wanted to be alone. He left, but you knew he would be back. This always happened. You two fight, you two apologize. It kept repeating itself.

A month had passed since he left. The phone line would always die when you contacted the Matsuno household and nobody would answer the door if you stopped by. Maybe he was serious this time.

Time has passed and you have gotten better, but you still haven't forgotten about him. You would always think about him no matter where you were. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't move on. One night though, you got a visitor. Five of them.

It had been one year since you met that man in the hospital ward. You still remember how the two of you had matching bandages and how your conversations caused the days to fly by. You finally realize what people mean when they say you don't know how much you love something until you've lost it. You couldn't get that phrase out of your mind as you sat at his grave, choking out weak bargains and curses through your sobs.

You had called the only people you knew to tell them goodbye. You heard their panicked voices, screaming for you to stop before you set down the phone. You had made sure the door was locked and the tear-stained note you scrawled out was noticeable. With a sigh, you began to run the bath as you retrieved your old blade. You smiled through your tears as the cool metal edge shredded away at the skin. You thought of him.. his smile.. his eyes.. his fashion. How he was so perfect. An angel. How you where the reason he was gone. You deserved this.

It was a Sunday night when the five remaining Matsunos, along with the paramedics, found your limp corpse laying peacefully in a warm bath full of tainted water.