Evil Masterpiece ❬ Black Hat x Chubby!Artist!Reader ❭ ON HIATUS

6. I M P O S S I B L E Y E A R

[It doesn't matter when. Soon or later, it will always come back.]

Even though Black Hat made Y/N feel really good for a moment, she knew what was coming next.

She couldn't smile, she couldn't talk, she couldn't eat. Y/N felt empty. She just stayed in her room, laying in her bed, listening to random songs she used to enjoy when she was truly happy.

"There's no sunshine, this impossible year," even though her voice is weak, she sang along with the song.

Away. Away from everyone, even from her own boss. And now he already knows why.

In her whole life Y/N never thought she would tell about her depression so easily to someone.

"Only black days and sky grey and clouds full of fear,"

Sure, Black Hat is bad, evil, the greatest, and whatever he is always saying he is.

But... something about him made Y/N feel safe, and assured enough that he will be there with her when she needs him.

"And storms full of sorrow that won't disappear,"

Y/N looked down at her fingers, now layered in blood, and then at her arms.

Come on, self-harm isn't that bad. It's just a way to make the pain physical, and try to forget about the psychological pain.

Surprisingly, Y/N thought scars were beautiful. They always tell a story - surprising, funny, happy. What a pity hers is a sad one.

"Just typhoons and monsoons, this impossible year..."

Even throughout all this suffering, somehow Y/N couldn't stop thinking about Black Hat. She really wish she could tell him what was happening right now.

...But the girl didn't want to bother anyone with another crisis.

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Aware of both of Y/N's illness, Black Hat couldn't keep himself calm. Inside his office, Black Hat was feeling constantly uneasy about it, and he couldn't even concentrate to get all the damn paper done. Y/N haven't left her room the whole day.

He needed to do something. What if she was hungry? Or mad at him? Or what if she was...?

The villain tried tl shake the thought away. She wouldn't possibly be harming herself or trying suicide. No... she can't...

It was stressing him out so much. So Black Hat finally decided to see how the girl was doing.

Black Hat was in front of her bedroom door, hesitant of what he could find. For the first time in centuries he was afraid of something.

From behind the door he could listen to Y/N singing a song he never heard before. A sad one.

"...There's no you and me, this impossible year," he heard Y/N's weak yet calm voice singing along with the song.

He knows he shouldn't care about her or about her feelings. Yet, he did. And hated so much himself for it.

"Only heartache and heartbreak and gin made of tears,"

Opening the door slowly, without Y/N noticing, Black Hat felt strangely bad when his doubts were confirmed.

"The bitter pill I swallow; the scars souvenir,"

He saw Y/N laying on her bed. Beside her little and chubby body is a bloody pocket knife, her exposed arms filled with cuts and scars. Lots of papers with unfinished drawings all gathered around her, her art material on the floor.