Complicated (Len × Reader) (under major editing atm)

Unexpected

Third-Person:

A knock at the front door almost made Ann drop the pie she was baking, but she regained her composure and made her way to the foyer. She peeked out the window to see a familiar face and she smiled warmly, wiping her flour-dusted hands on the pink apron she wore.

"Good morning, Yuuma's mom!" Len greeted Ann cheerfully, waving over.

"Hello, Len. What a wonderful surprise! Coming to visit Yuuma?"

"Kinda, yeah. I came by to chat, nothing much else."

"Oh, I'm so sorry! You just missed him a short while ago. Well, he's across the street hanging out with Kaito Shion. I don't believe it will be long for him, those boys are constantly coming to and fro." Ann explained, flashing a sweet smile.

"In that case, if I'm not intruding, may I speak with [_____]? I have a class with her in which I need her help with an assignment it also involved our workbook." Len held up the book, thrumming his fingers along the spine.

"That so? Go on ahead upstairs. She's in her room. The very end of the hall to the left." Ann smiled as she closed the front door and went back to the kitchen where she talked to the houseplants as she watered them. Len softly chuckled at her pure kindness; going so far as to even talk to her plants? Wholesome!

Len's P.O.V.

I thanked Yuuma's mom from over my shoulder and walked up the stairs to [_____]'s room. It felt so foreign to be here in their house without going up to Yuuma's room to talk, but I knew what I had to do. I made it down the hall, looking at the door. Last one to the left, just as her aunt told me.

I knocked but received no response. She probably hadn't woken up yet, but if Yuuma was coming back soon, I didn't have much time. Talking to her was the most urgent part of this whole scenario, so I knocked again as I turned the doorknob.

Her room was a normal one with posters and books, figurines and other kinds of knick-knacks on the shelves. She kept a relatively clean room, none of her clothes were on the floor, though there was the designated chair in the corner by the desk that held a pile of clothes. That's a mood; even I have one of those. I glanced around her room, the drapes and curtains shut most of the light out so I had to squint. From what I could see, at least I didn't find an alter dedicated to murdering me even though I'd deserve it. Maybe it's hidden away in the closet? Not that I'd go snooping, but if she did have one, I wouldn't fault her.

I found [____] wrapped up in her blankets like a child curled into a ball. Her bed was in the northwest nook of the room. She was sound asleep with that book she always carried, accessible at arm's length.

This was so wrong of me but even if it was her diary, curiosity gripped me since I first saw her with it and so I flipped it open to a random page and skimmed at the contents. She had letters addressed to her from her aunt and uncle, baby pictures, postcards and stamped dates. She had a picture of her when she was younger and two other adults. They weren't her uncle and aunt.

These were of her when she was really young. She seemed so happy in these photos... childhood can always seem like such a greener pasture, hmm?

"What the—?! Hey!"

[_____]'s voice knocked me out of my thoughts and I shut her diary. I stared blankly in her direction, her glare was so enthralling and piercing. She snatched her diary out of my loose grasp and gripped it to her chest.

"What the hell are you doing here and who granted you permission to so much as look at my belongings?!" she screamed. I put my finger up to my mouth and glanced over my shoulder. I didn't hear her aunt's footsteps so I assumed she hadn't overheard us.

"Your aunt let me in because I wanted to talk to you."

"You could have waited—like a normal human—for me to wake up instead of barging into my room and looking through my things."

Her hold on her diary or, memoir, was tight... it was obvious everything in there was so much more important than the way I'd treated it before. Shame washed over me completely.

"You're absolutely right and wow, I just keep making shitty impressions."

"Any positive impression of you was already shredded to pieces years ago, Kagamine. Even though I'm furious, I will give you the benefit of the doubt. What is it that you want from me?"

"[_____], to be honest, I want to apologize. I know my words mean nothing to you. They'd mean nothing to me too especially after I've been so cruel to you. Know that I don't apologize to just anyone. I truly am sorry for the trouble I've caused you; you didn't deserve any of the embarrassment or the pain from all these years.

Deep in reverence, I bowed. I was the source of so much suffering and she'd crawled through my brutish conduct and I had to atone for my sins.

Her sigh was nothing short of cynicism, "What are you trying to pull here?"

"Nothing. I want to right the wrongs I've committed towards you. Everything I've ever done to you was appalling. I acted horrible to someone who's done nothing wrong. You don't have to accept my failed attempt at an apology, but I promise I won't let anything happen to you. You have my word." I stumbled on my words like a madman, flushed from how sincere I was being. [_____] stared at me with skepticism and if put in her position, I'd be just as wary. She really didn't deserve any of the shit I'd given her.

I held out my hand and waited to see if she'd accept. I'd still keep my word wholeheartedly even if she refused. I'd cut the crap. She shook her head slightly—more to herself than to me; unbelieving she was accepting my troth—as she gently took my hand.

"Don't get the wrong idea, here. This doesn't mean I trust you, nor does this mean I'm forgiving you, but if you're willing to make a change, I will accept."

"I can live with that. Thank you, [_____]."