Illumi Zoldyck Scenarios | Illumi

"It's Okay"

"Get out get out get out get out get out get out get out. I. will. KILL YOU. Get ouT!" You groan as you push a certain raven haired assassin out of your bedroom.

"I don't think killing me is possible."

"I don't CAAAAAARE. Get out!" You screech out, while pushing him completely out before slamming the door shut and locking it.

"I guess I'll just wait here then." Illumi says. His voice is muffled behind the shut door.

"Well you're going to be waiting there for hours then. I'm not coming out."

"(Y/n), You're overreacting."

The situation is hilarious. Anyone can laugh at it. If you hadn't been completely mad at Illumi for ruining your hair, you'd be laughing at how ridiculous his quiet voice sounds behind the door, and how he refuses to go away.

"I'm overreacting? How would you feel if I waltzed right into your room one day and decide that it would be a good idea to mess with my hair?!"

"You technically agreed to it."

"I didn't think that you would make my hair look like a rats nest! I should have known you'd do something bad to it."

"I didn't intend on doing that at all."

"Go away. I have to clean up my hair."

"I am capable of helping."

"nO. Just go away!"

See, you love how Illumi's hair looks. The way it shines in the sun, and how clean it looks. You've watched him take care of his hair in many different ways. The different hair routines he went through from time to time made you happy, so you decided for him to try a new one on you.

Only you didn't expect it to turn out the way it did.

"Hey, (Y/n). Just so you're aware, if you wash your hair after four hours, it should look better."

"Like hell am I going to believe you!" You shout through the door, actually surprised that Illumi is still there.

"You have a solid point. Oh well." He replies with that monotone voice of his.

"You lie enough as it is. Now it's going to be even harder to trust you! UgHhh." You scream.

"True. I tend to do that often. But I'm yours, so you have no choice but to trust me, otherwise this relationship is never going to work. I promise you that your hair will turn out fine if you just listen to me."

You ignore Illumi's words and head to the bathroom you have in your room. You begin to clean up the mess Illumi made in there. You toss the boxes of hair supplies in the trash bin next to the toilet.

"Screw you Illumi." You say to yourself as you take a warm wash cloth and wipe away some of the liquid and hair particles that sits on the white counter top.

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Later that evening, you lay in your bed reading a book. It's dark in there, but the dim candle light helps give you enough light to read.

You hadn't seen Illumi for hours after what he had done to your hair. You even skipped dinner with the Zoldyck's because you didn't want to see him. They weren't particularly happy about that, but life goes on.

You felt a bit bad too though. You know that your hair is messed up, but you didn't have to yell at Illumi for it. It's not like you hurt his feelings though. The guy practically has no emotion — how you even ended up in a relationship together is beyond comprehension.

Knock knock knock

That's probably Illu. You think.

"Come in." You call out softly, lowering your book.

Illumi walks in with a little notepad in his hand. He's looking down at it as he walks in.

"I think I've figured out a way to change your hair back, if you don't like it. Have you even washed your hair out like you're supposed to?"

You shake your head. Illumi rolls his big eyes in response.

"You're supposed to do actually do that, you know."

"Whatever." You say, marking the page of you book before closing it and setting it down on your bedside table. "Hey, Illumi." You look up to him. He looks into your eyes.

"Hm?" He hums.

"I'm sorry for acting the way I did." You admit, getting up to hug his skinny figure. He hugs back slowly, after all, he isn't that affectionate. The most he'll give is a quick kiss on the lips.

"It's okay." He presses his mouth into your hair, getting comfortable as you both end up laying on the bed together, embracing each other's company.