The MagiArtist Collection

Sugar Rush (Natsuki x Reader)

"You done with this page?" Natsuki asked you. You gave a nod as she turned to the next page. You had been getting adjusted to life without Sayori, thanks in large part to the Literature Club. While you felt able to walk home once more, the lingering feeling of what you could have said to save your best friend's life still left you hollow. As such, you would often bunk with the other members almost every three days. And, much to your relief, they seemed to enjoy your company. Monika especially.

Today, Natsuki invited you over to her house to test out sweets. At least, that's what she insisted. Natsuki was always an enigma to you compared to Monika and Yuri. Yes, they too have their mystery, but none of them were as misleading as Natsuki. You still remembered when you first met her and how she offered you cupcakes, only to retort that you shouldn't get the wrong idea. Same was true here. As she invited you over, she instantly coupled it with the usual "don't get the wrong idea" remark.

And yet, here you are, cuddled next to Natsuki in her bedroom as you and her read an intense chapter of your favorite manga. Of course, with eating some macaroons glued together with frosting. It was this sort of moment of peace that you invited, as it took your mind off the unfortunate tragedy and projects you into another world. Often, it would take a moment or even five to reorientate yourself to the real world once you closed the book.

Though, there were other ways to snap you back to reality...

Boom!

Natsuki immediately perked up the moment she heard a slam. She looked at you, then the alarm clock next to her bed.

"Shit!" She gave a mutter as you heard stomps. They came irregularly, unpredictable but still in a singular path. "Hide..." Natsuki lifted the covers as you scooted closer into the bed. You heard the door slam open as the pungent smell of cheap liquor filled the air.

"Natshooki... You left the facking oven on!" You heard her father stumble into her room. A pause later, and you could hear the rustling of paper. "And what did I tell you about reading manga!?"

"Dad! Stop!" Natsuki began to cry a bit. You stilled your breath as your body felt frozen, unable to move from the bed.

"Your grades wouldn't be so low if you didn't mush your brain with this crappy piece of pulp!" His voice overpowered her pleas. You weren't sure what to do... You weren't even thinking. Last time you tried to help out a friend, they...

They...

Your body felt cold, almost empty, as though you were nothing more than a husk. The only thing in your mind was what was happening right now, in front of you. There seemed to be nothing that could snap you out of this paralysis...

Until...

SLAP!

As though it was a slap directed towards you, you heard the sound of the back of someone's hand whacking into skin, followed by a small tumble and the feeling of less pressure on the bed. It didn't take much to realize what happened and, fearing for Natsuki's safety, you rose from the bed like an irritated irradiated lizard, complete with a roar of defiance.

Before Natsuki's dad had any time to react to you, you lunged at him and knocked him down. As he fell, his glasses, the thing he needs in order to see what you would do next, fell from his face. Without any consideration for the law, hospitality, or even his safety, you wailed on him all while letting out a loud wail.

All the memories of the past few weeks came flying out as your fists made each strike...

Sayori's deteriorating happiness, the confession regarding her depression, your attempt to bring her out of it... and...