NDRV3 x Reader Oneshot

Saihara Shūichi -A Night with Such a Nightmare-

Y/N = Your Name

H/L = Hair Length

H/C = Hair Colour

E/C = Eyes Colour

This chapter is a slight Angst but not much. Hope you all enjoy!

!!the cover isn't mine!!

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One night, Shūichi woke up to find a crimson liquid all over his body and his face, in his bloodied hand was a bloodied knife. and laying before him was the corpse

Her corpse, his precious Y/N's corpse, lifeless, bloodied massive wound on her neck.

He began to tremble, he cried, he screamed, tear streamed down his face, without a cap he always wore, he could see everything clearly.

Too clear...

Trembling and crying and screaming until his throat dried, a knife in his hand fell down to the floor. And his face showed a pure fear and horror.

He didn't dare reach out for her, a knife in his hand told everything, that he was the murderer, that he was guilty, that he was—

That was when he woke up for real.

Sweating, panting, he was shocked, too shocked.

He regained his conscious and glanced at the file case that he worked on recently that placed on the table, it was showing a picture of the dead woman that her cause of death was a blood loss from a massive wound on her neck, her position of death was exactly the same as Y/N's in his dream.

Maybe he was too stressed after all...

Shūichi sighed and rubbed his forehead anxiously, before looked at the H/L, H/C figure who was sleeping peacefully beside him, breathing calmly and steadily.

Tear silently fell from his eyes, and then he began to sob, he tried —but failed— to kept his voice low.

That woke her up.

"Shūichi? What's wrong?"

He flinched, before turned around to stared into those sleepy, E/C eyes of hers.

They were somewhat clear, and filled with so much worried that he felt guilty for waking her.

Despite that, he reached his trembling hands to her face, to touch, to feel her.

"Shūichi?" She asked while looking at him nervously, but he pulled her close and pressed their lips together.

To her surprised, it was such a kiss, not sweet and soft like candy like he always kissed her, but instead hard and bittersweet and salty...from his very own tear.

That kiss didn't last long than a second.

After pulled away, he pressed his lips on her forehead, cheeks, nose and literally every part of her face, and lastly bit her neck, leaving a red mark on it.

Red...bright red, not as red as her blood in his dream.

Mark...to say that she was his, only his, that she was belonged to him, that she was still here, with him.

Even if it was just a dream...it felt too real, too close to his afraid that she might get killed, even not by him but another.

He was a detective, of course so many people would hate him, but some of them decided to put that hatred on Y/N who was innocent...

And someday...for the sake of his work, he night have to kill her with his very own two hands.

"Shūichi" She called for him and brought her hands to wiped the tear in his face away.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

He just leaned on her shoulder, sobbing silently.

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This is very cliché, I know//cry

Some of the part may seems confused and I'm terribly sorry for that. 

Anyway, I hope that it's not too angst here..

Coming up next!

Kiibo x Liar!Fem!reader -Robot and Liar-