DRV3 headcanons, one-shots and other stuff [COMPLETED]

(O/S) Kirigiri x Werewolf! Fem! Reader

Requested by @PixieDogWrites. I don't normally write stuff like this, so I hope you like it!
F/n/c - favourite natural colour.
Fic title: Woodland Investigations.

Y/N's POV

It was late. Not midnight, not that late, but late enough for me to be ready to sleep. I needed my energy - it was a full moon tomorrow - but anxiety had kept me awake.
My girlfriend Kirigiri, as wonderful as she was, didn't know something about me.
I was a werewolf.
It sounded weird just saying it, but I knew that she couldn't find out. Sure, even if she was the SHSL Detective, it did't mean that she immediately knew something like that. Even if she did work it out, she wouldn't believe herself anyway.
I told Kiri that I was taking a hike for a few days. I had to be in a desolate enough place to transform.
She understood. She understood me perfectly.
I packed my bags and set out, twitching with unease but staying calm enough to escape town.
It felt so lonely without her talking, her random ramblings and her intellect reassuring me that everything was okay.
Nothing was going to be okay ever again.

Kirgiri's POV

I missed Y/N dearly. Of course I did, she always seemed to do it around the same time each month, leave town I mean. I'd tried desperately to piece together evidence but it all split at the seams and came crashing down on top of me.
Murderer? Unlikely. She didn't have any sort of mentality that matches that of any sort of murderer.
Cheating? No, every time she came home she looked like she'd been crying for days, not leaving me be for days on end. She was hardly distant, just... unusual. Not that I was complaining, of course.
Werewolf? ...Don't be stupid, Kiri. Werewolves are fiction, and fiction is an entire universe away from reality. It was - is - completely out of the question.
It was a Monday evening, foggy and cold and frosty as winter mornings often were, and I'd been called in to investigate a relatively tame case of local foxes mangled beyond recognition all over the forests, assumedly teenagers goofing around like animal cruelty was a joke. Sick and twisted, but not the worse I'd seen.
I'd arrived at the forest by around midnight, a piping hot cup of coffee in one hand and papers in the next.
I took one glance at the fox. I scowled at the smell and then at the realisation that struck me like a bullet. "An animal did this."
"What?" A small tech intern, Chihiro, asked.
I turned to the small character. "Go and get me some sort of gun. This animal has claws about a centimetre thick, three of them, strong enough to rake through bone like it was nothing." I gestured the the three slices through the fox's neck, masked in blood as cracked bone poked out from underneath.
Chihiro, traumatised, ran off and returned with a small gun. Instinct taking over me and driving my actions, I told the small intern to take my coffee and papers to the chief while I investigated the rest of the forest. Another fox, spotted tangled around the roots of a tree, it's tail wrapping around the trunk and mossy bark.
The neck had been bitten by gnashing teeth, a huge chunk of it torn out and presumably eaten. I was in the dark of the woods by that point, when I saw a flash of f/n/c. I cocked the gun, aiming and turning and watching with darting eyes.
Breathing. Breathing in the bush. the rapid rise and fall of the leaves gave it away.
Then, paws.
They flew at me at neck-break speeds, knocking me down and piercing giant gashes into my shoulder. The gnashing teeth of a rabid wolf, eyes gleaming and weight startling, pinning me to the mud of the forest floor, the frost melting against my warm skin.
The wolf clambered off of me, backing down, tail between its legs. Apologetic eyes stared me down.
I had a chance to look at the wolf properly. Its f/n/c fur was bristling, though flattening soon enough, and it had its tail between its legs, backing away slowly.
It pointed its muzzle at the sky.
A full moon, gleaming.
It took a single paw step towards me, eyeing the wounds that tore deep into my shoulder.
I aimed the gun.
Three shots to the chest was all it took.
It fell in a lump of fur and flesh and bones on the ground, its heartbeat rapid as its chest rose and fell dramatically.
Then, it was gone. Dead.
In a flash there was no fur. No tail, no pricked ears, no wide and hungry wolf eyes. Just a human. Just Y/N.
The shock took a second to register, but when it did it struck me hard.
She was a werewolf.
She was a werewolf and I'd just killed her.
I tried my best not to cry, watching her lie there in the frosted mud, so pained. So lifeless. So dead.
I turned the gun's safety on. I sobbed.
I'd just killed her.
I killed Y/N L/N.

Word count - 877.