lure [joji x reader]

neighbor

I awoke to a loud crashing sound from my kitchen, I sprung up from my pillow and grabbed the bat next to my bed. I glanced at the clock to see it was 3 am. I quietly got up from my bed and edged closer to my door. Once I had creeped out down the hall, I glanced in the kitchen, the light was on.

There was a figure in a hood rummaging around through my cabinets. I could then see them grab a pot and turn on the stove. I watched them, frightened. Then they grabbed my ramen. I narrowed my eyes. Carefully, I made my way behind them, ready to swing the bat down.

Then the shadow turned around and through the light of the kitchen, I saw my neighbor and best friend... Joji.

"Why in the hell are you in my kitchen cooking fucking ramen at fucking 3 am?!" I snapped. Joji smiled sheepishly. "I didn't have any and I also love your apartment. And I was also bored" I let out a long, heavy sigh. Covering my face with my hand. I set the bat down and then leaned against the counter.

"You nearly gave me a fucking heart attack," I growled. Joji laughed while opening the ramen. I glared at him, "It's not funny! I'm going to take away your key" Joji continued to make his ramen.

"Oh this is payback for the eighth grade so don't even yell at me." Joji turned to me smiling. I frowned, "We promised never to speak about that." I hissed. Joji shrugged, "Whoops." I glared at him and sighed. I cringed as I remembered that night, Joji and I screaming and how we nearly ended up in jail as middle schoolers. That was a story never to be brought up again.

I laugh at how strange this entire encounter is and Joji smiles.

"We have a strange friendship, don't we?" He laughs. I punch his shoulder lightly.

"But that's what makes it a good one." We both smile knowingly at each other. A comfortable silence drags itself around the kitchen.

I sat on the counter next to him, watching him go about making his food. I'm glad I've known him for so long. All the adventures and secrets we've shared. The problems we've helped each other through. Joji was great. I yawned and stretch,  feeling sleepy. I begin to drift off but then Joji's voice brings me back to my kitchen.

"You should go back to bed." Joji hums, I nod and yawn in agreement. I hop off the counter and hug him goodnight.

"Don't burn down my place and leave at a reasonable hour, please." I go back to my bedroom. I huddle back under the sheets and close my eyes. Something doesn't feel right. Almost as if there was something I forgot.

Before sleep can bring me back, I jolt up. My mind begins to whirl. I rush out to my kitchen. Heart racing.

The lights are turned off, the pot of ramen is nowhere to be seen. I spin around, trying to make sense of everything.  It was like it never happened. "Joji?!" I yelp. Looking around for him. I checked the living room, and outside my apartment.

"Joji?!"

Then I remember.

Joji's dead.

He died last year.

He's gone.

I feel tear burn my eyes and trickle down my cheeks. I fall back against the wall and begin to cry. I gasp for breath, sobbing. I keep seeing his dead self around and keep forgetting that he's dead.

"Please come back to me." I plea to the emptiness of my apartment.

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AN: everyone's reaction to this one rlly makes my day !!