bathwater - reigen arataka x reader

7 - bites the dust

Y/N does not need to enter, for now, they will always be here.

Enter Reigen

It's early morning, before Mob has probably even woken up.

He saunters over to his desk and clicks away at his computer.

Y/N is on the ceiling, directly above him, watching a master do his work.

Reigen sighs audibly, slouching in his chair, before reaching reaching for a pencil and twirling it between his fingers. He closed his eyes and sighed deeper.

Y/N is amazed. There is no way they could do that, even if they had fingers anymore.

"This is so," he brought his hand back, "boring," he said as he lauched the pencil towards the ceiling, sticking it in.

His perspective, he made a cool pencil shot that stuck in the ceiling. He grinned at his hands. "Don't know my own strength."

However, to Y/N's perspective, they'd been impaled, and they are dying. Again. He taunted them with that quip. They were given a rude awakening. It would never work. He was a psychic, the greatest in the world, in fact, and he killed every spirit he saw just with the flex of his beautifully toned muscles.

Y/N was a spirit, his worst enemy.

And so, you died.

The End.