Blood Soda! ☆彡 Yandere x Reader

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Intro！彡
Eczema. A heinous skin condition that left you searching the far corners of the internet to cure. It left some parts of your skin extremely dry and irritated. You might think it wasn't  that bad, maybe a nightmare for your modern beauty guru but supposedly nothing for an average person. But you'd be wrong. Oh so very wrong. In its severe state eczema will crack your skin, make it bleed and leak pus until your fingers, or any other appendage are so swollen you can scarcely bend them. Such bitter pain. So precious and delicious!
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Chapter 1! 彡

The sweet smell of cigars and dew had filled your  nostrils as you stepped outside in to your porch. The aura after an early morning rain always refreshed you. Your senses felt blurred but each feeling slowly awakened as the cigarette smoke coming from the crushed bud abandoned by your roommate burned your nose, and the wet, prickly wood porch gave your feet splinters. Yet you paid no mind, and continue to peer at the mailman who stepped out of his truck groggily, and slumped over to your mail box. As he placed a letter in to the box he eyed you cautiously with an eyebrow raised and his eyes narrowed. I don't blame him you thought I'm dressed in yesterday's clothing with my hair looking close to a rat's nest. Not to mention the obvious.... Your eczema. You had a fair face with somewhat symmetrical features and smooth but not perfect (skin tone) skin. The only imperfections with your skin being the daily 24 hour small zit. In fact you could be quite pretty if you had not woken up 15 minutes earlier because of the neighbors dog. But what really had the mailman eyeing you was your hands.  They were covered in what looked like blood and pus, but with this type of eczema you were discovering a new type of bodily fluid leaking from your hands everyday. The skin on your fingers was extremely cracked, and the pieces  of dry skin that had chipped away revealed a raw and bloody layer of skin. The bandages you had tried to wrap them in in a hurry we're falling off and did not hide your hands what so ever. Basically, you had two swollen beached whales for hands. You continued to watch the mailman as he backed away in to his truck, still keeping his eyes on you  until driving away to his next house. as he sped away you rushed over to the mailbox, stepping on all of the loose pebbles coating the pavement, you didn't mind them indenting in to your skin. Each step you took a new wave of excitement washed over you, you hurriedly pulled down the mailboxes metal flap, and stared at the contents. Biting your lip you took the thick envelope in to your hands, staring at it, looking for the induction that it was what you hoped it was. "It is" you whispered to yourself. Quickly shutting the mailbox, you shuffled back to your house, simultaneously fumbling to  open the letter. Could this mean a new me? you wondered.

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You sat patiently in the heavily sterilized waiting room, fidgeting with your fingernail, staring down at your hands in your lap. The clean, bright, white floor tiles and large white bricks that lined the walls made you dizzy and nauseous. You had gotten your acceptance letter in the mail for an eczema testing center. A 2 month stay at a sleek white hospital where your provided with 3 healthy meals a day, a recreational center and outside time, for the low cost of letting them test on your eczema infested skin for an hour a week.  You had signed up for it online, partly because you could barely afford to feed yourself at home, even when your roommate paid off most of the rent, and secondly to desperately get rid of your eczema, even if there wasn't a definite answer to wether or not the clinic could cure it.

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It had been a while until the waiting room finally filled out, you had arrived extra early after all. Though a people came in to the room in crowds, one person caught your eye. A man, about your age, had walked in. He was strikingly handsome, with a feminine build and  fair skin and deep, black hair. You noticed he wore a large black windbreaker -that slipped off of his shoulders- over a black sweater. He strode in to the room quietly with a calm face. Multiple people in the room shot him shy looks but immediately backed down when they realized he would look back, with a smug look expressed through only his eyes. You glanced at him curiously but then continued to focus on your trembling hands. Why...am I trembling you wondered it's that man, his aura is all wrong, he feels so cold. I can feel it from here!
You felt a piercing gaze digging in to your head, looking up you flinched a bit. The mysterious man was staring at you, his deep set eyes had an arctic glacier look to them, they were truly captivating. His head leaned to the side, propped against his hand, which you noticed was also scarred by eczema. He held an amused expression on  his face. It frightened you. You stared back down at your hands, praying that you wouldn't have to be near him for long.