Monster (xMale!Reader | FIC)

Chapter Nineteen: The Amalgamation of Tsukishima Kei and Yaku Morisuke (pt.2)

Tsukishima should've been in more pain. Numbing medicine couldn't explain how his leg felt even better than it had the previous morning, and Tsukishima could feel everything perfectly. He felt healthy and energized in ways he wasn't used to. His glasses were on the table next to him. He could smell everything. 

A burden sat in the back of his skull, weighing on and pressuring him to do something. It occurred to him that he could see perfectly. Why was he so hungry? Tsukishima hated eating, even if everyone said he needed to bulk up more. He could eat an entire person. Wouldn't people usually say a horse? The bright, yellow-white light began to give him a headache, the front left of his crown throbbing.

Yaku was probably dead. Tsukishima wondered how many people would die because of him before he got his act together. He needed to get to school. He didn't know where he was, what time of day it was if it was day at all. Yaku's heart had stopped beating against him.

What the fuck is this?

Tsukishima ignored the thought. It didn't sound like him. He heard footsteps coming in his direction minutes before the door opened. With just him and the woman from the previous (?) night alone, he could hear the blood pulsing in her veins. The slight throb of the brain in her scull haunted him. She probably had a headache too.

She smelled better than anything that'd ever graced him. He was really hungry, and she was a person. Why did that matter? She tossed him a fruit cup and a small boxed coffee. He gave the items a weird look before wordlessly opening and downing the snack. 

He'd never been a fan of fruit cups, but the contents never felt wrong going down. The smell made him gag and dry heave. It didn't smell rotten, just gross, like human food. He paused. He felt the acid bubbling in his throat and stomach, tossing what he'd eaten right back up and out into the small bin at the bedside. Tsukishima felt dazed. Maybe there was still a drug in effect. He cautiously sipped the coffee. It was lukewarm but otherwise good. He'd never liked coffee, much less black coffee. He didn't throw that one up.

The woman stood there, staring. The look in her eyes was cold now. Tsukishima couldn't find it in him to be surprised when she asked him to leave. The small medical center had been two stories underground with no windows. He could hear the barely audible wet noises of lungs passing by. Tsukishima was still hungry. Then eat. 

He realized that he had no idea what was actually going on. The woman hadn't charged him anything and had just given him his clean clothes, school bag, and sent him packing. We're in Tokyo. Why was he in Tokyo? How did he know that for sure? Where was the train station? He definitely couldn't get home on foot from there.

Tsukishima looked around the room, uncomfortable. Nagisa and Karma had decided to show up to class again, and they were staring at him. He hadn't seen the ghoul from the other night around, and the brunette from class-1 was back. She was also awfully quiet. Tsukishima had noticed that Isogai and Kaminari also seemed off. He didn't know if they were related, but something was going on.

The redheaded ghoul mentioned something about someone called Bakugou. Tsukishima wondered who that was, as well as why talking to him would warrant the guy killing him (killing Yaku). 

Class was becoming excruciating. The teacher was droning on and on, and Tsukishima felt sick. His stomach was caving. It should've been impossible for him to lose enough weight to show in such a short time, but his head was spinning fast and trying to pull him down. Maybe Nagisa's look, at least, was concerned.