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[yazzwrites6962]

Lonely ♡ L Lawliet

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ L Lawliet x Fem!Reader ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Author's Note: UNEDITED! Established relationship between L and the reader. This is the first smut I have ever written, so pleaseeeeee be patient with me. I'm just a baby writer (I'm over 18. Don't take this literally). If you find any more warnings I should list, please let me know! I don't own any characters or images!

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Summary: It's lonely being the wife of the greatest detective in the world, especially when he's not the best at showing affection. However, something seems different about him today.

Word Count: 2533

Warnings: Sexual content, themes of loneliness, slight angst, OOC L, Fem! oral receiving, penetration, unprotected intercourse, light breeding kink, praise, begging, daddy kink, creampie.

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You knew what you were getting yourself into when you married him. You knew there would be many nights when he wouldn't come home. You knew there were some compromises you would have to make. Still, it took its toll on you over the years.

It felt like he married you out of convenience. You met young, and you fell so deeply in love with L the moment you saw him. Maybe it was his wit, or the deep charming look in his eyes. All your friends teased your obvious, painful crush on him. You didn't care. Your heart was set from the moment you met him.

The day he approached you and asked you to marry him was the happiest day of your life. You readily agreed without a second thought. You didn't pause to question why he asked. You didn't ponder about the fact you had only a handful of interactions.

"After much observation, I had determined that you will make an exceptional spouse." That's what L always told you when you would ask why. It was true. On the rare occasion that your husband was home, he had a nice meal waiting for him. He had a clean home and a made bed. It was a practical relationship.

He gave you affection, of course, but it always seemed like a chore to him. There were only a handful of times the two of you had been intimate. He never fully seemed to give himself to you, and the loneliness began to weigh you down.

A quick buzz sounded from your phone. You pull yourself off the couch, stretching a bit before checking the notification. It was a text from your husband. He was on his way home, after a week of being caught up in his work and sleeping at the office again. Despite all your conflicting feelings, butterflies fill your stomach. You love your husband. That has never changed.

You rush yourself to the kitchen. Early in your marriage, you'd managed to learn how to make his favorite desserts. You began to slave away over the counters, wanting to give your best effort. L was rarely ever home, so when he was, you gave it your all.

You hear the front door open. He's home much faster than you had anticipated. The desserts you were working on are still baking. You hadn't had time to get ready. Your hair was a mess, your clothes covered in creams and flour, and no makeup. You see L round the corner into the kitchen before his eyes land on you.

"Welcome home, Sweetheart." You say with a chuckle. "You came so much quicker than I thought you would. I haven't had time to finish my cooking or clean myself up."

L is silent, his gaze fixed on you. You grow nervous, fearing his disapproval. He seems tense or frustrated. You have trouble telling what's going on in his mind. He nearly never opens up about his feelings to you.

"Is everything alright? You seem... quiet." You comment, wiping your hands and approaching your husband. "Is everything going alright at work?"

"I want to have intercourse," Your eyes widen as L finally speaks. There were not the words you were expecting to hear. Not even a greeting. Straight to the point. "With you, of course."

"W-Well, no duh with me! I'd sure hope so!" You choke out, growing embarrassed. "What's this about? You seem off, Sweetheart. What's going on?"

"I love you." L says suddenly. He had only said this once before, on your wedding day, and you hardly believed that. It only felt as though it was part of his vows. You were always the more affectionate one, expressing your love without expecting any response.

"I... I love you too." You mutter, shocked by this sudden declaration. "W-What's going on, L. Seriously. If something is wrong, I need to know. I want to help."

"I know you do. You always have." L gives you a rare smirk, awkwardly wrapping his arms around you. Hugs were given on occasion, but this felt different. You could hear his heart beating out of his chest as you lay your head against him. "You have always been my greatest ally, Y/N. I realize that my appreciation for you goes unspoken more often than not. I would like to have intercourse, as a display of my gratitude and affection for you."

You look up at him, scanning his expression. It's comforting to feel his embrace. It's something you rarely get to experience. Yet, you feel this must be too good to be true.

"Darling, you don't have to do anything like that for me to know that you appreciate me, or that you care." Although, in the past year, you truly haven't felt appreciated or loved. You've felt more like a maid than anything.

"Y/N, I want you." He says, in a tone that sounds like a nearly frustrated whine. It's a sound you have never heard before. Still, everything indicates that he is speaking the truth.

He hesitates for a moment before leaning down to meet you face to face. His hands reach to your chin, tilting your head slightly. It's almost as if he's inspecting your face. Just as you are about to ask what he is doing, his lips land on yours.

Your husband was never fond of kissing. He was disgusted by the idea of sharing saliva. Yet, here you were, squeaking in surprise as his tongue forced his way into your mouth. You relax into the kiss. It's soft, and passionate. Your heartbeat practically echoes throughout the room as your excitement increases.

His hands find their way to your waist. He rubs circles on your skin and toys with the fabric of your shirt. You lean into him, your hands roaming his surprisingly toned chest. When you first married, he was much scrawnier than he is now. The thought of your wedding fills your heart with joy.

It was a small ceremony. Private. Very few people knew. Still, you felt as though you were the luckiest girl in the world. When those doors finally opened and L laid his eyes on you, you could've sworn you saw him tear up.

"You are arousing." He whispers in your ear, snapping you out of your pleasant memories. His hands snake under your shirt and gently trace your bare skin. "Even such minimal contact with you can cause a physical reaction."

You look down to see the outline of a very large bulge through L's sweatpants. His arms wrap at your hips, picking you up off the ground. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. His erection prods against you. He carries you to your bedroom, gently placing you onto the bed. His dominance and affection are unusual, but very much welcome.

"Do I have your consent to remove your clothes and proceed with intercourse?" You chuckle at his formality. You've known him so long. He's seen every part of you. Yet, something still makes your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Yes, Lawliet. You do." With that, his hands swiftly move to your pants, sliding them off your hips, down your thighs, and finally off your body entirely. He kneels against the side of the bed, peppering kisses on your skin.

Beforehand, intimacy felt somewhat cold and distant. He had always kept your enjoyment in mind, but had never shown so much affection as he had been showing now.

You feel your arousal pooling as his kisses make their way higher and higher, his thumb teasing at the waistline of your panties. He hooks his index finger around them, slowly pulling them down.

"My, someone is eager." He jokes, his hands positioning your thighs over his shoulders. "Open wide for me, Princess." Simply the sound of his husky voice calling you an affectionate pet name would've made your heart race. What makes your heart nearly explode was the feeling of his tongue swiping a line up your wet core. You let out a shaky breath as he continues, lapping up your arousal.

At first, he is slow and delicate. This is something you had never done before. L was never a fan of foreplay. He enjoyed getting straight to the point. However, as small whimpers and moans escaped your throat, his intensity increased. He grew desperate to hear more, devouring you like an animal. Your thighs squeezed around his head, but this did not stop him. His tongue continued to make your mind go cloudy. Soon, you felt your climax approaching.

"L-Lawliet!" You whimper, moans cascading from your mouth like a waterfall. "I can't take much more!" Your hands, which once gripped the bedsheets, travel to your husband's unruly hair. You tug it lightly, causing him to grunt. His nails dig into your waist as he continues.

Soon, you find yourself releasing on his face with a loud moan. He licks up your liquids and you squeak as his tongue passes back over your most sensitive parts.

Your husband stands, his chest heaving as he undresses. Any remaining garments of yours are shed quickly as well. The moment feels so intimate, and vulnerable. You reach towards the nightstand. With how infrequently you and your husband would have intercourse, you find it somewhat pointless to consistently take birth control. Instead, your primary contraceptive was now condoms. However, L's hand stops you at your wrist.

"I want to have a child. Would this be acceptable to you?" He asks, gently, his eyes never leaving yours. This feels like such a sudden development. L had never expressed interest in having a family before. However, this was something you had been hoping for since the beginning. Tears of joy fill your eyes as you nod. "May I have your verbal confirmation?"

"Of course, my Love." You say quickly, as if the opportunity will pass you by. "I'd want nothing more, but where is this coming from?" Your husband smiles as he leans over your frame, his arms on either side of you.

"I have found myself thinking of you more and more often. The idea of protecting and providing for you has always been in my mind. Yet, in the past few weeks, I have been craving your warmth under the pressure of my current case." L says softly. You listen intently. He has rarely ever opened up about his feelings. Especially not about your relationship. "I do not mean physical warmth in this context. Although, that is something I have missed. I am referring to your overwhelming domesticity and optimism. You are comforting."

"I find you comforting too." Your hand cups his cheek. He nods, happy with your response as he lifts your right leg ever so slightly, positioning himself at your entrance. You look down, spotting his throbbing cock, pre-cum leaking from the tip. You didn't think it possible to become more aroused than you already were, but here you felt your heart race faster and your face grow warmer. He teases you, rubbing himself against your wetness. "Please, Baby." You groan, earning a hitch in breath from L.

He pushes himself in slowly, feeling your warm walls squeeze around his as he bottoms out. He exhales a shaky breath, his nails clawing at the sheets and his eyes squeezed shut. He fears that if he opens his eyes and sees you beneath him, he wouldn't last.

"You take me so well." His voice is low, and he finally opens his eyes. He has given you a few moments to adjust, and he begins to pump in and out of you.

His thrusts are slow and loving at first as he praises you, peppering you with kisses. As your moans and whimpers grow louder, his thrusts pick up in speed, like he's feeding off your pleasure. The sounds of wet slapping skin fill the room, accompanied with L's occasional labored breaths and grunts. Your legs are wrapped around his hips, and your nails scratch into his back. You can tell your husband is getting closer to his climax, as his thrusts become more animalistic and sloppier.

"That's my good girl." He growls as your walls tighten; you're getting closer to your release as well. You whimper, his name slipping from your lips. This only seems to send him further into depravity, as he lets out a loud groan and a hand grabs at your ass.

"I-I'm so close-" You whimper as your husband presses into your sweet spot over and over again. His pace slows down, his eyes laced with desire.

"Beg for it. Beg to cum for me, or I will stop." You don't dare test or tease him. You know that he absolutely has the self-control to stop right then and there. Your legs tighten around his hips.

"No! Please! Don't stop, L. Please, I need this so bad. Please, let me cum. You make me feel so good Daddy." Though you had never called him this before, it seemed to unlock something within him. His thrusts become faster than you can handle, and your orgasm begins to wash over you. "A-Ah! Please! Right there!"

"Fuck." He whispers, lowering his head beside yours. You can hear his subtle cursing and growls right in your ear. Your mind fogs as you reach your climax, biting down on his shoulder as you cum on his cock. "G-Gonna cum-" He does so soon after, emptying himself out inside you with a couple extra thrusts.

He takes a moment to catch his breath before collapsing onto the bed beside you. The glimmer of sweat on his bare chest is truly a sight to see. Somehow, his hair managed to get even messier than it usually is. You giggle, happy to see your husband in such a vulnerable state.

"I hope you found this satisfactory." He turns to you, his eyes shining with affection and adoration. You turn on your side, laying your head on his chest as he wraps his arms around you.

"What's gotten into you?" You ask, tracing doodles on his body with your finger. He hums, thinking of a proper way to answer your question. "You're very affectionate today."

"There are a pair of individuals I have been observing for a time. They go by the names of Light Yagami and Misa Amane. Miss Amane is quite affectionate with Mr. Yagami. However, I notice that he often will not return this sentiment. She is left unsatisfied and desperate for any crumb of attention from Light." L turns to you, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face. "I do not desire to do the same to you. I do love you, Y/N. Since the day I met you. I would like to have a family with you. I would like to be more present. I want you to feel the love I have for you."

You smile, hugging his tightly. You try to hold the tears in your eyes. You've always been relatively confident that he cared for you and loved you. He just shows his affection a little differently. Yet, his concern for your happiness filled a loneliness you'd refused to acknowledge for a long time.

"I love you too."

[deathbxnny]

☆《When someone flirts with you infront of Yanqing!》☆

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A/N: This was a request from a dear follower! I hope you guys like it!<33

Summary: Someone attempts to flirt with you infront of Yanqing, despite you being a couple.

Content: mentions of uncomfortable flirting attempts(?), established relationship, fluff-ish ending

Reader has she/her pronouns!

((Not fully proofread, so I'm sorry for any mistakes!))

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It was supposed to be a relaxing day for you and Yanqing. He had some time off from training and wanted to take you out on a nice date to the local market! He ofcourse was also looking for a nice new sword to add to his collection... though he wanted to spend some of his allowance on you as well. He had to spoil his girlfriend too after all!

Eventually, a sword caught his eye and as he spoke to the vendor, he took his eyes off of you for just a couple minutes, his hands inspecting the blade carefully. You were standing behind him looking at some nice jewelry, when a young man suddenly approached you.

At first, you thought he just wanted some directions or help, but it was soon revealed that he was indeed interested in you romantically. You ofcourse immideatly told him, that your boyfriend was standing not even a meter away from you, but he didn't seem to care.

Yanqing turned his head to the man, obviously a little irritated by his pushiness, even when you told him that you were taken. He pulls you closer, putting the blade down for a moment, as the vendor nervously disappears in the shop from the dark glare Yanqing had in his eyes.

"Can I help you, sir?" He asks, trying to stay polite and friendly. Though it was hard to keep up, when he noticed how uncomfortable and upset you looked. He pulled his arm back, giving the man an indirect threat with his blades on his hip.

At first, the man still tried his luck, yet stopped, when he recognised who Yanqing was. He gulped, stepping back quickly, excusing himself as he left fast. Yanqing watched him leave with a strained friendly look on his face, before he checked you all over.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you? I'll be sure to report this to the general..." Yanqing mutters, his face cupping your cheeks gently. He hugs you close after, hoping to cheer you up with some affection. He wished, he could've been harsher with the man, but he knew he'd just get in unnecessary trouble that way. Though if he had attempted to hurt you... Yanqing couldn't stand thinking about it.

And so, he decided to spend his entire allowance on just you. Sure, he didn't get a new sword for his collection. But your smile makes it all worth it and that's all that mattered to him at the end of the day.

He just hoped that the general wouldn't scold him for spending it all on you again... your happiness is Yanqing's happiness, after all.

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A/N: I hope this was okay! I'm not all too familiar with his personality just yet, so I'm sorry of it's a little ooc, but I tried my best. Thank you again to the follower for the request!<33

♡All requests are always appreciated!♡

[sarahs-secrets2]

Hours in Silence (Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader) 18+࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

This was purely inspired by like half of a Drake song LOL, I wanted to originally do this for Graves but felt too similar to my first series so I thought I would try my hand with Ghost!! (Yes I'm writing a Ghost drabble to a Drake song, trust me I know how corny it is LMFAO, I am insane, let me live thank you)

Also, this is my first time writing for Ghost pls don't judge LOL

Based on the first bit of Hours in Silence

gn! (I use the word “heat” once) (no use of Y/N), mentions of a Dear John letter (if you don't know it's a letter usually sent to military members when the s/o wants to break up)

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: some NSFW, light smut, slight OOC (don't kill me pls), cursing, pet names (if I forgot something pls lmk)

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Leave your phone, come to mine You'll catch a hand in due time I think, think that I Could fuck the idea of him outta your mind You said he rap, he ain't signed, that ain't a good sign Change your mind, good conversation and some rosé wine Unless there's some other things you gotta mind You're my baby, ayy, ayy The smoke got me talkin' in Dutch A pill in Ibiza, so what? She leanin' on me, I'm her crutch She creamin' on me, I'm her crush

Distracted was putting it lightly. Your mind was racing, and it wasn't because of the mission. You sat on some far enough away hill covered by trees gazing through a sniper scope. Your mind kept going back to the Dear John letter you had received before packing up to stake out some warehouse.

You hadn't told anyone on 141, it didn't seem too important at the time, but now alone waiting for a signal your mind wandered to the letter. 

“I’m sorry but we’re done,”  

It’s all you needed to read to get the message. It was shit. What a waste of time you thought to yourself. 

“You there, hello? Is there any movement?” the low voice cut through your thoughts

“No movement yet L.T.”, fuck you weren't even paying attention. 

“I need you focused up there Sergeant, don’t go falling asleep on me”, Ghost was stern but thoughtful, he could tell he was losing you up there.

You and Ghost had somewhat of a complicated relationship. You jokingly flirted with him to get him nervous and he always deflected trying to maintain focus on the mission at hand. You both equally got under each other's skin.  

Ghost, prior to the Dear John, was aware of your relationship, which he respected. He never pushed, hence the ignoring of your attempted flirting. Somewhere down the line, he hinted at how the “jokes” of flirting became very real. He wasn't sure if this was something he had made up in his head and he was feeling a certain way towards you. 

Your mind immediately went back to your shitty Dear John, as you were readjusting your position hoping to catch a better view. 

“Sarge, why do I see movement but you’re not calling it”, you were caught now, no excuse would cover this up. 

“Sorry, L.T. my view wasn't clear I was adjusting”

“Come down, I'm sending a different sniper up, I can’t trust you in this state of mind”

That one stung. It wasn't your fault… maybe it was. You should've told him about the letter, it could've explained everything but you didn't want to be seen as weak. With a heavily bruised ego, you packed up and swapped places with some rookie who shot you a sympathetic look.  

Ghost sent you back to the base, it was bad. Usually, you would stick around and finish the mission but you could tell Ghost didn't want you anywhere near it tonight. Throwing the door to your room open you slammed your bag on the bed, cursing under your breath.

Stripping from the uniform, you changed into shorts and some random t-shirt, you just needed a break after a shitty night. Closing the dresser drawers, a knock on the door caused you to jump. 

“Who is it?” you knew it was Ghost, you knew you were in trouble, easier to play dumb though.

“Open up,” always to the point Ghost was.

Your bare feet padded over to the door slowly opening it, as Ghost used his body to push the rest of it open. 

“What the fuck was tonight?” 

“I don't know”, you felt like you were a shell of yourself, his tone was unsettling. He had every right to be upset but the weight of everything was a bit too heavy for you to attempt to explain. 

“You know”, he read you too well, Ghost’s eyes started searching your room for a sign of why you were so out of it. He landed on the nightstand with the torn envelope and letter sitting where you had left them before the mission. 

“What’s this”, he was walking towards the letter.

“It’s nothing, stop”, attempting to block his path to the letter, which failed as he pushed past you. The height difference was working in his favor yet again. 

Ghost picked up the Dear John, you watched as his eyes scanned the paper. He was reading more of it than you had. 

“Ghost, put it down please”, basically pleading with him at this point. 

“You should've told me”, despite having his mask on, you could see the shift in his eyes. 

“Yeah I know, I didn't want to be a burden though”, it felt awkward to be discussing your breakup with your Lieutenant, it was uncharted territory for the both of you. 

“This was a distraction tonight, I can’t have that with soldiers in the field, understood?”

“Yes sir, it won't happen again, I’m sorry again”, apologies spilling out, it was embarrassing. 

“Dear John’s are shit”, he tossed the letter down, shrugging his shoulders.

“Tell me about it, ha”, you tried to laugh it off as you sat on the bed looking up at Ghost as he sauntered towards you. The air was heavy and something had shifted between the two of you. 

“You know, if you ever need a distraction when we aren't on the field I can help you with that”, Ghost looked down at you on the bed. 

“Ghost…”

“Call me Simon, please”, your breath hitched when he said this. 

“Simon, what are you talking about”,

He bends down to whisper in your ear, “I’m saying, I think that I could fuck the idea of him outta your mind”,

You freeze becoming hyper-aware of what was happening, a cough escapes your lips as you try to catch your breath. 

“I need you focused Sergeant”, 

“ I don't know”, you were struggling to grasp the concept being presented to you. 

“I’ll be your crutch, lean on me it's okay”, as he said this, his hands grabbed yours pulling you up off the bed, and close to him. You felt wobbly as you placed your hands on his chest to find some balance. 

“Go ahead”, he was motioning to his cloth skeleton mask that covered his face. Your hands slowly crept toward his face, stopping at the base of his neck. You rolled the mask in between your fingers debating on what your next move was. 

“It’s alright, I'll tell you when”, Simon encouraged you as you slowly pulled in up, “That's enough, right there”, he had you stop it just so his jaw and lips were exposed.

Simon leans forward pulling you into him, a slight gasp separates your lips as he presses his lips onto yours, kissing back feverishly. 

Still connected, Ghost pushed you slowly back onto the bed, as he hovered over top of you. 

“Still distracted?” It was a taunting question.

“Hard to say Lieutenant”, Ghost took this as a challenge as he slipped off your shorts leaving you in just underwear. Immediately you pulled him back into a kiss as he pushed his clothed cock up against your heat. 

As you both continued, a pair of footsteps was heard in the hallway, causing you to jump up. 

“You have to go”, the idea of someone catching you and Ghost was tempting but not worth the repercussions. 

Simon connected his lips to your neck as he mumbled into you, “So soon? My love we are just getting started”.

“We can’t risk getting caught Simon, think about it please”, you were hoping he would catch the hint that you weren't done with him. You were up out of the bed searching for your shorts which had been tossed across the room. 

“I see, well whenever you're ready to pick this up, come to mine”, Ghost, now out of the bed, was adjusting his hard-on. You gave a small wave as he sauntered out of the room, wondering if what had happened was even real. 

You walked towards the nightstand picking it up the Dear John and tossing it in the trash, you had found yourself a new distraction.

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Eep writing for Ghost as a Graves girly is hard! Hope yall enjoyed!

[s4kasaki]

Hi hi! I just want to say out of the bat, that I love the aesthetic of your blog and your writing! Both are super nice and I love everything (such eye candy seriously *-*)

On another note, I would love to request some writing! This might be a somewhat odd request- but I’ll throw it out here anyways. May I request Shu dealing with an s/o that suffers a sort of body dissociation? Like sometimes they might feel like parts of their body isn’s theirs? Its a bit hard to explain but- all-in-all just Shu maybe comforting his s/o.

I hope this isn’t too much! Feel free to reject if it wasn’t clear enough-! Thanks in advance!

okay first: thank you so much?!! I'm so glad my page looks well enough to attract people to come over and have a read, request or chat! but onto the request! i hope I've written this situation properly ! If I didn't feel free to request again or leave some commentary. ★

♡ — shu | comforting his s/o after dissociating.

‣ tws/cws: dysphoria, childhood trauma (?)

‣ reader: gender neutral - they/them

‣ author's note: I hope this is well-written as for the situation way more than the fact shu is OVERLY ooc I feel like... >.< ( this is where shu isn't aware of this problem, this is his first-time really seeing this happen with you, and you both talk it through with a tat bit of comfort at the end ^^ )

You were hidden in the theater room, making sure to not move around too much where you could be heard and found. hoping that no one would see or hear you as you felt yourself slip into a dissociative state. you have never been fully caught in one, you wouldn't want to be. “You're okay. you're okay,” you lied to yourself while you tried to pay no scrutiny to another student referring to you as a (male/female) to your face and others for the last week. it echoes, it fucking echoes through your head. An uncomfortable knot in your chest grew and it wasn't gonna stop anytime soon by the looks of it-- the thoughts of those comments they had said whenever you were to dare interfere with fans' talk with their idol, grew louder in your head, drowning out your conscience.

You hugged yourself as tightly as you could as you felt tears well up in your eyes. No, you weren't hugging yourself. More like trying to rip yourself apart but not having the strength to do so as your dissociation turned into a breakdown. You felt like you were dethatched from your body while weighing a million pounds at the same time when a familiar voice ripped you back into reality. “(l/n) what are you doing here so late? You should be heading home, no?”

Out of all people who could walk in this very moment, it was Shu— Shu who was understanding, he has indeed seen you slip once before, but he never knew what it was that was happening. Out of all things you needed right now, was to be checked back into reality so abruptly. Your trembling stopped instantly, trying to uphold composer so he wouldn't see mid-way in your state. “Ahem, (l/n) since you're here. We might as well have a little talk, shall we? It would be rude of me can stay here not accompany you with any small talk...” he mustered up. “There hasn't been any trouble with you has there? I'd prefer not,” he walked to a table that was illuminated by a small lamp. He was weaving something, you've never actually seen him sew before but you were aware it was his skill no doubt. “No,” doing your best to keep your voice steady as you turned away from him, whipping the found blanket over your puffy red eyes.

Shu was never really good at small talk, so the silence was sharp— sharp enough to cut the air. He did care about your feelings, after all as his producer: He wouldn't mind hearing about any thoughts on your mind. “Mhm, but” he always did care about your feelings and made sure to check on you whenever you two met, stress hits like a bumper-- he'd be one to know. “You shouldn't rest on the ground as it is filthy and will get dust all over those clothes of yours. If you're chilly, I can make you a sweater that would do much better than dirtying your clothes. A lady/gentleman should never let their beauty be tainted.”

And there it was. You tensed at the word (lady/gentleman). It made you want to squirm out of your skin, and it was necessarily not what Shu was expecting you to fully react to. Yet you did, and he noticed. He tilted his head, carefully looking you over. You couldn't tell what he was thinking, but his sharp gaze made that uneasy knot in your chest duplication as tears formed back up in your eyes. you wished he would just kill you right then.

“Please stop staring at me." You tried to push away, to get up and go, but Shu pulled a hold of your arm and brandished you in place. You attempted to free yourself of his grip to no avail.

“You...” Shu's voice was soft. “... Don't like your skin, do you?” If it hadn't been for his soft tone, you would've thought he'd bash you right then in there in that room. It was the hint of uncharacteristic concern, however, it was common that he showed concern with you so that made you stop trying to get away and turn back to look at him.

He let go of your arm and slowly moved his hand to your face, gently wiping a finger to your cheek where a tear had begun to fall. You didn't mean to, but you flinched at such a tender action.

“Quite untrustworthy, am I now? you should tell me things.” Shu said with a hint of hurt.

Of course.

You've heard the many stories from Kiryu of how he has similar issues himself.

You knew little about Itsuki. You knew most about him splitting himself into Mademoiselle, and from what you had heard from Kiryu, that had its other history and effects that took a toll on him. Having a completely different soul takes your personality by 2 thirds most. Looking back and replying at one than the one that you know is him, that you know is himself, must be some other kind of hell to experience.

“Look- I just don't know how to explain it.” You finally reply. “I began T a few months ago and I thought that I was finally going to be happy in my skin, but then...” Your thoughts trailed off and your eyes roamed away from looking at Shu, anything but looking at him right now. You didn't want to start thinking about that person and dissociate all over again “, something kinda just happened.”

Shu stared at you intently for a minute before asking very seriously “Who must I need to kill for you? That foolish Tenshouin?”

You threw your head over to look at him. You lifted your hands to frantically wave them back and forth in front of you. “No no. You don't need to kill him— I mean..” You seized yourself for a split second and lowered your hands. “Don't do anything like that, it would only cause more dangers, thanks for the offer though...”

You had said a bit too much by letting 'him' slip out, confirming that there indeed was a person at fault for making you feel the way you had and Shu absolutely caught it.

“Hm, I suppose you're right...” He sighed in, speaking quietly but just as seriously as he posed a new offer to you.

‘If I can't stop this so-called man from doing such, the least I can do is comfort you.' He thought

You were kinda opposed to any kind of action that seemed was gonna come it's way, as you were just in that state, but you could not deny that It would be a hell of a lot better and reassuring than just balling up in the corner begging to die like earlier. Something about that made you chuckle humorously to yourself as you nodded “Uhm... alright?”

That answer seemed to please him as he gave an approving hum before pushing himself off the floor and standing. You continued to sit where you were on the floor, needing a bit longer to compose yourself before getting up. “I will be around to help you next time, I'll make sure of that... It's my job to take care of you is It not? And I'd hate to see you in such a sufferable state. I do plenty of that myself” he scoffed. This made you feel less queasy— he was the first caring enough to talk to you like this, let alone comfort you.

“…Hey, Shu?” You quickly asked. Before he could turn around to grab a heftier blanket that was laying among one of the theaters' chairs, most likely left from Natsume. He turned to look at you, making another humming sound, only this time more quizzical.

“Can you not... tell anyone you saw me like this. Please?”

He gave a short chuckle and nodded his head in agreement as to say: my lips are sealed— “ah, I found the leftover quilt, sit.”

I suppose I can get a little dirty for this sake