The Switch {Diabolik Lovers Various x Reader}

Chapter XIII

A week had passed, and still your remorse was nowhere to be found. Usually you would be concerned at the complete lack of guilt involved in being responsible for such grievous bodily harm, but you had thought long and hard about it before coming to the conclusion that the delight you had felt was not due to hurting someone, but that he was actually alive; why should you even feel guilt when the alternative was so much more permanent? You had cautiously asked around to find that he actually only suffered your average broken limbs; internal bruising, but no bleeding, nothing permanent. Naturally he didn't remember a thing about the incident, either; you didn't think that Ayato was stupid enough to let him see his face regardless, but it seemed like he had somehow managed to wipe the entire episode from Hikaru's head. Anyway, dwelling on it would only drive you mad, drive you to doing something...bad. At least Kanato was placated and didn't wish to kill him any longer - in fact in the days following he had been practically glowing with joy at what you had done for him. You of course never corrected him when he brought it up; it was better for him to think that you had done it to please him rather than as a way to save Hikaru's life. If a little delusion was all it took to keep Kanato happy then you didn't mind letting him believe whatever he wanted. It had actually been quite a nice week, all things considered; Kanato had been with you practically every minute after school and the other brothers tended to avoid you whenever he was around, though they always found a way to sneak a bite or two whenever you were alone.

You sat in biology staring at the board, absently jotting down notes as Dr. Reinhart babbled on about the creation of proteins, something you were not happy to be re-learning. At least you didn't have all that much to worry about in school, except keeping your composure and not completely breaking down every time someone displayed even the tiniest drop of kindness to you. Easy peasy. You smiled to yourself from behind the hand your chin rested in, eyes raising from your paper to unexpectedly lock onto Reinhart's, the eye contact intense and uncomfortable. You still didn't know whether you could even consider him a friend or foe, but every time your eyes met it made you want to curl into a ball so that was likely a very bad sign. You tore your eyes away with a frown, scribbling down a few more notes before the bell rang.

"Y/N." You jumped violently as Reinhart's voice sounded from directly in front of you, the sharp motion sending your pencil case crashing to the floor, contents spilling out all over.

"Damn it," you muttered, crouching down to snatch the things up and shove them in the case. You glanced up at Reinhart, who had made absolutely no move to assist you in picking anything up, you noticed. Rude. "Did you need something, sir?"

"I wanted to ask you something, if that is alright."

"Ask away." You sighed, pushing yourself to your feet and brushing off your skirt, noticing with a vague sense of unease that you were the only student left in the class.

"Do you think you will survive very long here?" You blinked, not sure you had heard correctly.

"Um...what?"

"Do you think you will survive long in this class when you never pay attention? I always catch you daydreaming and while your working grades are somehow still excellent there will come a time where something I tell the class will be of extreme importance to your exams and you won't know the answer." He gazed at you for a minute before turning his back to you and heading to the desk at the front and opening up one of the drawers, rifling around in it for a moment before pulling out a sheet of paper. "I would like you to write into this schedule when you can meet with me after school for a half hour for the next month. Twice a week. If your attention in class improves then I will abolish them." You frowned, glancing down to see that he was only available after school on Mondays, Tuesdays and Fridays; you were only permitted to use the library for an hour on Wednesday and Thursday and you doubted that would be changed just because some teacher wanted to give you extra goddamn lessons despite your grades being quote, excellent, unquote.