"I repeat, I am not a Yandere, I just find lady Ann to be very aestheticaly pleasing. Beautiful, like a goddess. N-No- Cat feces, my name is not Ayano! Do you perharps picture me in a game that's barely even finished, flailing bodies around after killing them, watching them spazz out?! My game is top quality, a fine piece of art, innovative..." Yuusuke takes his fingers to his forehead. "Oh. I'm sorry, I got lost there. It's been a while since things have been updated, no, Lovely Reader? Yes, the girl up there in the sky had some things to do. Back to character." He starts painting again, as the group stares at him.
"I always knew artists were nuts." Morgana sagely nods after a long silwnce, hiding behind Akira.
"This is the part you all get worked up when I say I want Ann to pose naked for my next painting. Mind you, I'm a precious cinnamon roll, and I'm too innocent to realize that would be a pervert move. I'd see a naked body as somwthing artistic, like a greek statue." Yuusuke takes his index fingers to scratch his chin delicately, picturing the girl naked.
"What?! No way!!" Ann always follows her role in this story, not breaking the wall. Or does she?
"Oh, come on Ann, it shouldn't be THAT hard!" Ryuji elbows her in a friendly, yet teasing manner. "Guy's right, you're pretty hot."
You suddenly feel your heart sink, but decide to say nothing. It was already hard to listen to someone gush about Ann's beauty without getting any praise as well. You loved Ann as your friend and you admired her, but at the same time, you were getting a little jealous. Heck, even your crush complimented her. You didn't find yourself to be anything special, just a 'Meh, she's kinda cute' girl... Yet there Ann was, tall, blonde, a perfect body to stack with her personality... Your thoughts get interrupted by Madarame, and Y'all know what happens next. I don't really feel like writing it down.
Upon leaving Yuusuke's house and planning to meet him later on, the group splits up. You, Akira, and Ryuji go to catch the subway, and Ann decides to go shopping before going as well. It wasn't too late, and the precious, kind girl saw you were sad, so she went to get you a little something for tomorrow.
Akira then notices you're constantly walking alower than them, putting a hand on your shoulder, speaking , concerned, in a soft and soothing, even mysterious tone, wich was his trademark. "Is something bothering you, {Reader} -chan?" You dry a tear of yours, nodding. He offers you a handkerchief, a true gentleman. "There, there..." He reassuringly pats your head, leading you in the station. "And if you wanna talk, we can."
Ryuji didn't notice you were being comforted by his friend until he went to check why he was so up ahead. From meters away, He gasps as he sees your crying position, thinking of rushing in to ask what happened, but immediately stops when he ponders that maybe you're making some advamcements. What was this feeling? Was he... Really getting to love you? Then, he stops walkimg, never turning back to watch them. No, it was unbearable to watch. He then began catching some words of what Aki said:
"Don't worry, you're just as pretty as she is... You just didn't get as much appreciation at the moment." You gulp. "I just get appreciation from... That fucker, Kamoshida, and it was only once... No one else had ever told me I was pretty..." Akira smiles, stroking your shoulder. "Yeah, he's a jerk. But hey, there's first time for everything, isn't it? Besides, Ann gets some shit for being foreign, kind of treated like a russian slut most of the time. Her beauty is a bit of a curse as well." You nod, listening in. "Listen, you're beautiful. Don't forget that, okay? Both of you. Hey, what about you go to Leblanc tomorrow, getting a princess-sized meal? That'll surely make you feel special." Suddenly, your cheeks flush. "P-princess... Akira... Th-Thank you..." You nod and smile, hugging him before he had to be parting ways. "Be safe in the train!" You wave him an excited goodbye. His words were refreshing. He waves back and finaly sits down.
"It's a motherfucking metro, not a train." Effing! Ryuji, you don't say fuck in-game! He kicks a rock, hands on his pockets.
"Ryuji...?" You inquire, not realizing at first why he was so angry all of a sudden.
"WHAT." He sent you a very scary, mad glare. You jump, trembling a bit. "O-oh... Did that... Did that bother you?"
"Of COURSE IT-N-no, I don't care!!" Tsundere?
"Ryuji, why... You complimented Ann, why would you get angry at me or Akira for him giving me one back?" You look away. Your metro came, wich caused Ryuji to carry you, princess-style, ignoring every look anyone could give him, and got in, saying nothing before sitting inside. "Ryuji, you're-" He starts to aggresively, yet in a non-hurtful manner, stroke your hair, not peoviding any eye contact. "Hmph, I can treat you well too!"
"Funny, I thought you wanted to treat someone else well instead of me..."
"Huh?! I DON'T love he- Aah, fuck, what if I did? Ann's hot, deal with it." Your heart sinks again. You look down, your eyes feeling wet again. "N-no- Shit, honey, don't cry, I didn't mean to..." Honey? Hoo boi. You say nothing. His words spoke for himself, and you were very confused. He doesn't say anything as well, his tears falling. He felt guilty for saying that, but he kept holding you close to his heart. Suddenly: "I just don't wanna loose you..."
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Cliffhangahhhhh
Sorry for the late update!
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The Skull's Rebellion (Ryuji Sakamoto x Reader )
Fiksi Penggemar~I do not own Persona 5 or its characters. I will update a new chapter when the previous one reaches 5 stars.~ Ryuji Sakamoto is a young, rebellious boy. He was previousoly on the track team... But why did he left? And what is he hiding? Will you be...
