Blue-Haired Boy (2D x Reader)

Chapter 1

The sound of vivacious laughter.
The salty aroma that lingered in the air.
The comfort in the omnibenevolent presence of the wind;

These were a few of the many reasons Y/N came by the pier every day. A place visited seldom by those with arduous to-do lists, or even those with so few errands that they could afford the time to count particles of dust in the wind. A cesspool of the animated and zestful in the summer months, but stopping short of a beacon of solitude when the cooler nights crept in, as they did.

To the naked and untrained eye, this beach in particular was no diamond in the rough; lacking any form of the colour or glory it was once rumoured to have had in a more youthful timeline. A novelty to visit here and there throughout the year for some; A 'once-but-never-again-kind-of-escapade' for others.
But for Y/N, she found bliss in the ruggish charm of this place; drawing her in again and again, day-by-day.

Mindlessly following the all-too-familiar cobbled path that guided her to the sea front, Y/N looked over at children rushing around on the sand below. Gazing out onto the sparkling horizon, almost within her reach, her mind ran free with the wonder of what it could be like to be so naïeve; So innocent, unknowing and oblivious to the litany of horrors to come from the world around them.

Drowning out thoughts before they ever came to fruition was the gentle click of her heels against the woodwork below, as she made her stride, closer and closer to her final destination at the end of the boardwalk. With every splash of the sea, and every bootless whistle made by the engulfing breeze, Y/N would soak up her freedom through and through;

Here on this very pier, was where she belonged.

Now sat at the very edge of the boardwalk, Y/N gazed at the setting sun. The golden rays enchanted her as the sky darkened, and the moon soon set the scene with a likeness to those she had only dreamt of, or seen in the works of artistic greats. She shut her eyes and lay on her back, a wistful beam spreading across her face. To Y/N, there was nothing better than listening to the waves crashing against the shore; But better yet, there was nothing better than the symphony of the out-of-tune melodica that accompanied every reverberation of the sea below.

Perhaps one could argue that the only reason she came to the beach every night was to hear it. But for the sake of her own pride, she was never going to admit that.

After what had seemed like an eternity, Y/N was brought back to reality by the sharp stinging of the wind now gone cold, pelting against her exposed face like stones from a slingshot. How many hours had passed since she arrived at the pier?

Two?
Five?

The latter was unimportant, but noting an absence of the usual tuneful melodica repartee, Y/N quickly realised that it was probably a good time to head home; giving a deep, guttural sigh before making the reluctant decision to open her eyes. Whilst the beauty of the landscape surrounding her was more-than worth the disappointment of having to return to home each night, leaving never got any easier.

Expecting to be greeted forevermore by a twinkling abyss of stars, Y/N was at the very least taken aback to be met, instead, with a pair of blacked-out eyes. Adrenaline pulsed through her veins, as every worst case scenario played out, each more graphic and disturbing than that which preceded it.

Paralysed with fear, Y/N dared not to move. Every fiber of her being called out to her, clawing and scratching, begging that she screamed, or at least made an attempt to flee from the horror that she had preempted to occur. But yet, she allowed not even the slightest whisper to escape from between her teeth. Unwillingly, she lay there; forced to take in every sinew and composite feature of the man who hovered above.

The silence was deafening. Y/N hoped that if she thought about it long and hard enough, the ground might just take pity on her, and swallow her whole. But alas, the stranger spoke first, bringing a halt to the unending stillness of eternal night.

"Sorry if I startled you, miss," he began. His accent was strong, but his voice weak, quivering on every articulation. Eyes still wide from shock, Y/N blinked at the figure above her, too stunned to speak; but maintaining her fixed gaze for fear of repercussion, she took a longer look at him;

He was a tall, skinny, rather statuesque character.
His hair was a striking shade of electric blue; long and wiry, poking up at all angles as if he had prior ran into a live socket. He offered an apologetic grin, revealing a gap between his front teeth, and stretched out a meagre hand to help her up, provoking a slight wince from Y/N.

Noticing the apprehension written on Y/N's face, his expression softened before he spoke again;

"I'm not gonna hurt you," he croaked, "Promise."

Filled with doubt, Y/N finally gave in and took his hand, pulling herself upright whilst trying to maintain composure. She took one final look at the blue haired boy, untrusting, before sprinting back up the boardwalk, and as far away as she could, as quickly as her legs could carry her. 

The beating of her heart drowned out a muffled 'goodbye',  called out by the boy on the pier from behind her. Y/N was unwilling to risk a response, and continued running, her breath getting sharper and her legs growing weaker.

She had to get home.