Identity V x Reader

Andrew x Reader (fluff)

So... This one is shorter but I just wanted to do something for that precious boi.
I am thinking about writing a vampire Joseph too and maybe something involving demons, but I don't have any good ideas yet.

I hope you enjoy the story and sorry for any mistakes 💕

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Selling flowers in front of a graveyard wasn't exactly what you dreamed to do, but it wasn't a terrible job. The environment was really sad, so your little stall gave it some happiness, it gave the darkness some colors.

After watching the sunset, you decided to take a flower to your mother's tomb since that day would be her birthday if she was alive. While you mentally told her somethings that had been happening in your life, you heard steps behind you. Scared, you looked around to see who it was. No one.

"H-Hello?" You called, your voice quavering because of fear and the cold wind. No response.

You put the flowers on the grass and started walking to the exit. The footsteps didn't cease.
When you finally got to the gate, you decided to look back one more time before leaving. You screamed when you saw a tall figure some meters away from you.

"W-Who are you?" You questioned, prepared to run if anything went wrong.

"Andrew." His voice was low, so low you almost didn't hear it. "I'm a grave keeper."

"Oh, right. Sorry." All your muscles relaxed and you got closer to him. "Hm… I'm (Y/N), nice to meet you." You smiled at him, shaking his hand. "I sell flowers right there." You pointed at the stall.

"I-I know." He looked down at his hands.

"Maybe we could… go to that cafe near the cemetery someday." It was the first thing that came to mind after torturing seconds of silence. Yes, you were inviting a stranger to drink some coffee.

"Maybe…" You realized that he didn't like to talk. Or he didn't like talking to you.

"Am I annoying you? I'm sorry if-"

"N-No, it's okay." His gave met your eyes for the first time. "It's… lonely here at night."

"And scary." Your comment managed to get a small smile from him.

"I… I can stay with you."

"You don't have to."

That night you stayed with him, only watching him doing his work and talking about yourself. He said two or three words from time to time and reassured you when you thought you were being too talkative.
After that accidental first meeting, you always looked for him after the sunset. It took a long, really long time until he began talking about himself, his beloved mother, and his sad past.

"W-White-haired monster?!" You felt rage and sorrow mixing inside you. You couldn't believe that people were so mean to him when he was younger. While you heard his story, hot tears suddenly started running down your cheeks.

"Did… Did I say something wrong?" He worriedly asked.

"It's so sad…" You rested your head on his shoulder without thinking much of it. He flinched and you immediately pulled away. "I'm sorry."

He didn't say anything, so you figured he didn't like you touching him. You took a note to try to never touch him again without consent, but it was kind of difficult for a clingy person like you. You always had your hands on his arms or your leg touching his.

When you convinced him to go to your house to have dinner and watch some movies, you didn't imagine that you would be so nervous about that. You were trying so hard to impress him with the food, table setting, house organization. You took the day to clean every single part of your small apartment. When you realized the effort you were putting on impressing him, you consequently comprehended that you were catching feelings for him.