Realities (Yandere Fukase x Reader)

Chapter Seventeen - Down in the Forest

  "Fukase? Do you mind if I ask you for a favor?"

Fukase had gone downstairs later that night for some water, but as he filled his cup, (Y/n)'s mother spoke to him. She usually didn't say much to him besides the occasional inquiry for that night's meal. He'd always ask for something homemade. The first night he ate with them, they had a casserole loaded with ingredients. Stars shone in his eyes from the first bite. When Fukase asked, she told him about the ingredients and the long process it took to create such a meal.

"A favor?" He turned to face her, who sat at the table. An old photo album lay in front of her. Its striped cover was slightly faded, the lettering on the spine smudged and unreadable.

"If you don't mind, can you drop Allie off at that church tomorrow? I'll be cooking dinner, my husband will be arriving home late, and (Y/n) doesn't have her license yet. You can use my car." She explained. An idea sparked in his mind as she spoke. He didn't know much about driving but could learn it pretty quickly.

"Sure." He agreed. The photo album caught his eye again, and the curious boy couldn't resist taking a look. He waltzed over, and the mother somehow knew what he wanted to do.

"Want to look at these with me? (Y/n)'s baby pictures are here." She smiled in that way only caring mothers can. Fukase's eyes lit up and he took a seat to her left.

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After getting halfway through the album, (Y/n) thumped downstairs. She carried a dirty plate that was topped with silverware and an empty cup. All she did was place them in the sink before noticing what the two were doing.

"Mom..." She whined, half-jokingly. The older woman only giggled as she turned back to the staircase. Fukase smiled peacefully at (Y/n) and she smiled back before ascending again.

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"You sure you want to take Allie there? She can be a pain in the ass during car rides." (Y/n) sat next to Fukase on a living room couch the next day. The vocaloid had explained that he'd be dropping her off.

"Eh, why not help?" He shrugged his shoulders. It was hard to hide his true intentions. Every time someone brought up Allie's camp, it took too much energy to not break out in a psychotic grin. When he requested old clothes, he covered up his real reason with a shake of the head. "Just so I don't use up your good clothes (Y/n)." He'd already snuck into the kitchen and taken a knife from a drawer. It was smaller than a chef knife but much bigger than a steak knife. It fit in one of the pockets perfectly.

"Alright, tell me what she complains about later." (Y/n) snickered, remembering past excursions.

A comfortable silence took over. Everyone else in the house was upstairs. Afternoon sunlight came through a window in the kitchen, leaving the living room dim besides a few rays of light. Fukase and (Y/n) leaned a bit closer into each other, enjoying the peace together. She snuggled into his side, leaving the redhead with tinted cheeks. A pale hand of his lightly rubbed her back while keeping her in place.

"(Y/n), uh-" He stuttered on his words, lightly shy. The girl beside him looked up into his eyes, her own (e/c) irises sparkling as they usually did. She hummed in response while holding her gaze.

"You're so... lovely, and your smile is so cute... " The compliment finally slipped past his lips. (Y/n) softly gasped, her eyes glancing to the side for a second. She moved her face a bit closer to his, but still stayed at his side. (S/c) cheeks were now discolored pink by blush.

"...T-thank you." The flustered girl eventually sputtered. She didn't get complimented very much at all. She cracked a small grin and giggled.

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