DRAMAtical Murder Oneshots {REQUESTS OPEN}

1K Special~

* This is pretty much something that I didn't prepare beforehand and I'm just writing something with a very moody reader that has a very wild temper that no one can tame (unless you're the famous lion tamer, Trip the Fabulous) bc why the fuck not?*

They see you as small and helpless

They see you as just a child
Surprised when they find out that a warrior will soon run wild!

Your alarm played one of your favorite songs as you tried your best to ignore it, but you had it set so that it would only get louder each time it played. A quiet grumble escaped your lips as you retrieved your phone from the bedside table. 

"Hng.....Friday..."

The sheets made weird sounds as they rubbed together. Sitting up, you blinked a few times as you scratched the back of your neck. A child's laughter reached your ears from outside as you stepped out of bed. Your shirt stuck to your back and made you cringe. Even though it was February, your apartment became overheated day after day. 

Walking down the hallway and into the kitchen, you noticed the curtains were already open, and a cup of coffee was sitting on the table. It seemed like it was still pretty hot, steam was rising from it and disappearing into the  air around it. 

"What the fuck?"

You looked around the room trying to see if anyone was here with you. You were the only person in the room, so it seemed strange. Ghosts aren't real, so that's not what happened...

"I see you're awake, Y/N."

You turned around only for your eyes to meet those all-too familiar crimson red orbs. 

"How the hell did you get into my apartment, Koujaku?" You knew he didn't have a key, and so far Noiz is the only person that's actually broken in. 

"Well, you mentioned losing your spare key a few days ago, and when I saw that you had one garden rock by the front mat, and it looked a bit out of place, so I looked under it and Bam! Found your spare key."

The older male chuckled a bit and sat down on the sofa, patting the empty spot beside him. The scent of that glorious cup of coffee was filling your lungs, and you wanted to drink every drop of it so damn bad, but God only knows what Koujaku put in your drink. He may seem like a ladies man, when with desperate times come desperate measures.

 You glared at him, showing him that you're obviously not happy with his actions. "I would have preferred it if I didn't have an old hippo making my coffee, thank you very much."

You sat down next to him, smirking just a bit. "Again with my age? Really?"  Koujaku leaned back and rested the back of his head on his arms, letting out a soft sigh. "Just drink your damn coffee and get dressed. As much as I enjoy seeing you in your underwear, you need to put pants on."

Your confusion was obvious, and you looked down, remembering that you don't usually wear pants when you sleep. Heat and embarrassment flooded your cheeks as you pulled your shirt down to cover yourself.

"Pervert..." You mumbled under your breath. 

"Hey, I could have stared all morning, but I didn't." A shit-eating grin spread across Koujaku's face as he chuckled again. 

You sighed and grabbed the coffee that he had made and walked into the kitchen.

"What? You act like you don't trust me or something. I can promise you that I didn't look."

"You really wanna see how much I trust you? Watch closely." You lifted the cup so it was above the sink, and with a straight face, you flipped it upside down, letting the coffee fall into the sink, and slip into the drain.