•This is Real• [Diabolik Lovers × Male! OC]

Chapter 57: *cough*myreadingmanga*cough*

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'I swear to God, if Laito is having loud, obnoxious sex abt this ungodly hour-'

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'NOPE, THATS A DOOR.'

My eyes bolt open and I meet blood red eyes.

"Rich-!"

But before I finish, I notice the silver hair falling over the eyes.

"Subaru..."

His frame towers over me, only the hulk of his sillouette and glowing eyes visible. He stands, unmoving, eyes down on me like an unrelenting spotlight focused on an extra who didn't even have their lines memorised.

I try not to squirm under his gaze, choosing instead to check if Shu was still in bed beside me.

Surprisingly enough, he was.

I turn back to Subaru only for a throbbing pain to shoot down my arm. I hiss so loud Nohebi supporters would be jealous. I flinch away, pulling my arm from Subaru's hand. "S-sorry," I mutter, realising his eyes were now downcast. "I guess it bruised..." I threw in a soft chuckle for damage control but his head remained parallel to the floor.

"Subaru, this is-"

"I hurt you..." His voice is hoarse, like his larynx had been scrubbed down with sandpaper. "I hurt you..."

I quickly fumble off the bed, gripping onto his shoulders. He looked so calm and yet the second I placed my hands on him, I could feel him trembling.

"Subaru, look at me, I'm fine." I try to reassure him.

I couldn't let him fall back into this cycle. We'd come too far for that.

"No...get away from me..." His arms shoot up and knock mine away. "Don't you get it? I'll end up killing you..." His voice cracked.

My chest ached so much, god why did it hurt so bad?

"No, you won't," I push, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. He still refuses to meet my eyes.

How could I get through to him?

"Look at me," I murmur, hands balling into his shirt. Yet his eyes are still cast to the floor.

I needed him to understand, I needed him to forgive himself.

"Stop being so damn stubborn... look at me!" I intended for my words to be said in a commanding tone and yet, as though a noose had clenched around my throat, I couldn't stop the loud break in my voice. "Stop doing this to yourself..."

My knuckles are basically white but I can't feel them, all I feel is the ache in my chest that I just want gone.

My breaths are shaky. I try desperately to regain my composure.

"Y-you won't- you can't kill me..." I pull him to me, slamming my forehead into his chest.

"I can-"

"No, you can't. You cannot kill me," I untangle one hand from his shirt and bring it down onto his chest. "You cannot kill me." I bring the hand down on him repeatedly, each hit barely even making a sound as it gently bounces off his chest.