Yandere Simulator One Shots (REVIVED)

OC Request #1

A/N: No longer taking requests.

Ryuku Inazuma X Umeji Kizuguchi!

This OC belongs to Puppelove

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"The hell did I tell you about getting into fights, huh?"

  Umeji was spending yet another night staying up late to help Ryuku after getting into yet another fight. "You tell me not to get in fights." Umeji sighed, knowing where this conversation was going, the same path it did every time. "And what did you do?" He awaited the usual "I did it anyway," and it arrived right on time. "How many times are we gonna go over this?" Ume, aka "Gold," asked Ryu, gripping the other's jaw to have a good look at his wounds. Ryuku grabbed his hand and forced it away, his blush not hidden because Gold had wiped off all the foundation he had used so he had access to the fresh scrapes and small cuts.

  "How many times am I gonna tell you that I don't need your help?" He retorted, attempting to stand up, only to be stopped by Umeji's hand flying past him and onto the wall. "You aren't going anywhere until I patch you up, got it?" When it came to those Ume cared about, he was quite literally threateningly caring. He wasn't the friendliest, but he tried sometimes. His passion drove some away, but Ryuku could handle him. Needless to say, Ume was a bit of a uke in this relationship. "Why do you give a rat's ass, I can take care of myself." A sharp glare was thrown his way, but Gold had caught it perfectly and threw it right back.

  "I just do. It's obvious no one else is gonna do this for you, so I might as well." He stared Ryu dead in the eyes, waiting for him to back down. Ryuku held his gaze steadily for a minute or so more before his legs gave out and he sat back down. "You're staying here for the night, no if, and, or buts about it," Umeji stated simply, lifting up each of Ryu's legs to see if there had been any major damage done to them. Ryu couldn't help but get flustered at the proximity to his crotch area but continued to pay no mind the best he could. "What the hell ever... Just feed me and I'll be fine," Ryu muttered, watching as Ume felt his legs up and down suspiciously. He wouldn't say he didn't want the attention but found it... Odd...

  Ume sighed gruffly as he tried to keep himself from being enraptured by the soft texture of Ryuku's legs, god what he would give to let him know how soft they really were. He stood up quickly. "I'll make you some dinner, stay here, and don't wander into dad's bedroom, you know how he gets after dark." And with that the delinquent hurried off to the kitchen, trying to keep himself from thinking of those oh-so tantalizing legs. Ryuku found himself bored, not to mention angry at himself. His past had not treated him fairly and as a result he typically treated others the same way.

But Umeji was... Different. Different than some random person in the hallway, different than the snobs that pissed him off. There was something there that's been growing for a while, but has never been resolved. The kindness Umeji showed, even though he tried to hide it behind a snappy attitude and vulgar slurs, Ryuku saw it, and hated himself for not thanking Umeji sooner. Until now. Ryuku found his legs moving without his control, or rather he didn't want to admit that he was making himself do this. He soon found himself behind Umeji who seemed to be looking through the fridge for something to whip up, despite the fact that it was rather bare. This didn't last for long though, because I pair of arms around his waist had stolen his focus away.

All was quiet.

"Umeji...?"

"Ryuku...?"

"... Thanks..."

"For what?"

"Everything."

Umeji closed his eyes, a muscular arm draped over the top of the fridge door as he leaned slightly and enjoyed the contact.

"And thank you for everything back."

The words just barely made sense enough for Ryuku to understand, but that was good enough for him. Ume cleared his throat awkwardly, causing Ryuku to let go and awkwardly babble about the situation before all was quiet again, Umeji was now head first in the fridge.

"So... I uh... Don't suppose you'd mind going out after school tomorrow or anything?"

Ryuku perked up at this, a small smirk tugging at his lips at the unsure tone in the big bad leader of the delinquents' voice. "What if I am?" He taunted, taking advantage of the situation. Umeji scoffed as he fished out some ingredients to some udon. "Are you gonna play hard to get or are you gonna go out with me?" Ryuku's smirk broadened.

"Hmm... Why not?"

A groan of frustration arose from Gold's throat, Ryuku trying his best not to laugh too hard at his frustration.

And it was right then that, suddenly, Ryuku started to feel okay for once. Maybe, just maybe, the future would do what the past undid.