K Project x Reader

Just Scared

Walking down the streets of Shizume, you spotted Fushimi Saruhiko running towards you, but quickly turning a corner to press his back against the wall of a building. He had a sly smirk on his lips as his eyes were locked to the side, where you saw Yata on his skateboard heading your way.

"Hey Yata," you greeted him as he stopped on his skateboard.

"H-Hi Y/N," he stuttered, looking anywhere but you. "Have you happened to see, um, Fushimi around?" Yata asked, a pink tint appearing on his cheeks.

You eyed Saruhiko, making eye contact with him. He let out an exasperated breath, a sadistic look forming on his face. You scoffed at Saruhikos actions and looked back at Yata, who thankfully didn't follow your eyes since he couldn't keep eye contact with you.

"Um, no, sorry I haven't." you tapped your finger on your chin, pretending to not have seen him. 

"O-Oh.. Well s-see you at HOMRA," he scratched his neck with one hand and dropped his skateboard to the ground with the other. "Im gonna beat that monkeys ass." he grumbled before skating away.

A flash of confusion reflected off of Fushimis face, but he smiled, taking advantage of your answer. He couldn't care less to be confused by your actions, so he was on his way.

You looked at Saruhiko and fast walked your way up to him, his back already facing you, ready to run back to Scepter 4. Grabbing his shoulder, he flinched, and turned around. 

"What do you want Y/N?" he asked, jerking your hand off his shoulder. 

"I'd recommend laying off HOMRA, and Yata especially." you spit, annoyed by his actions and the way he'd been acting lately.

"And why is that?"

"I know your history with them, that you hate Mikoto and the red clan for some reason. If you left because you didn't like them, why bother staying in their lives by always teasing a fight?"

"Hmph.." was his only response. He started acting like Yata, looking anywhere but you. When he did make eye contact with you, you looked into him. 

You read his mind, seeing the memories he was recalling of him and the red clan. Flashes of Mikoto were associated with emotions of fear. He was scared of him.

Before you could process what was going on inside his head into yours, a blade skid across your arm, making you grunt in pain. You instantly created a red forcefield around you before he could get another hit on to you. 

You broke the forcefield, letting him take a swing. Taking the tip of his sword in your palm, you melted it in your hand. The blade cut your hand, but you'd made his weapon disappear. 

Holding the cut on your arm to prevent blood from gushing out, you gave a faint smile and ran off to the bar.

-

Walking in, you saw only Mikoto sitting on the couch, puffing away on his cigarette. He took a look at you and saw your bloody clothes and he sighed, putting out the white cylinder. He walked into the back of the bar and walked out with a first aid kit.

"Come here," he commanded in a low voice. You walked up to Mikoto and sat beside him on the couch as he tended to your needs. 

After a few moments of silence, you spoke up answering the question that had been in the back of Mikotos mind.

"I ran into Fushimi today."

"Hm?" he responded, not knowing if you knew about him and HOMRA or not.

"I know about his part in the red clan. Abandoning HOMRA, that is."

"Oh." Mikoto, always the one to give short replies.

He finished patching you up and laid back on the couch, arms behind his head. He sighed. Another silence came upon you, but it wasn't much awkward, but peaceful. 

"He's scared of you." you decided to reveal Fushimis thoughts. Mikotos head perked up to look at you. 

Mikoto scoffed. "And how do you know this?" 

You looked down, and then to him. "Might have read his mind."

He chuckled and closed his eyes.

"Saruhi goes around saying he hates the red clan, especially the king. Yet he still has an amount of respect for you." You turned your head to look at Mikoto.

"He's really just scared."