One more chance, please.
Obsessed!Keigo Tamaki x fem!reader
Part 2 | part 1
Well that was crazy. Seeing your ex after so long, not on social media or any whacky interviews on tv, but in the flesh. that brief but scary encounter made you weary of your surroundings. But you could be overthinking things, right?
(Not proofread)
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Fuck.
You had been walking for about 5 minutes, with your head blocking out any sound as you subconsciously tighten the grip of your bags.
You felt as if you couldn’t escape.
It was those eyes. Those gosh darn honey, golden eyes that stared deep within your soul.
You were too indulged in your own mind and disillusions you didn’t realise the weird but concerning looks exchanged by your two friends who thought you were having some sort of episode.
“Uh, Y/N are you good?”
You were snapped back into reality, as Lucille gracefully put a hand on your shoulder, bringing you back to your senses
“We already have a hunch on why you’re acting so, strange.”Lucille awkwardly smiled, trying to act normal
“Yeah, a huge hunch.” Rumi butted in, her arm wrapping around your shoulder as she chuckled to herself
“Damn you’re fucked. But we’ll talk all about it once i have something in my mouth ,because I’m starvingg.”
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“I know it sounds crazy, deepening a 5 second eye contact. But believe when i say, that shit scared the crap outta me.” You muffled, while slurping up your cold udon.
You were explaining the situation to your friends while viscously eating your udon, you took hold of your bowl and started downing the broth while gasping.
“His eyes, fuck. Looked like he was trying to search through my soul or some shit.” You exasperated, chugging down the iced tea.
“Easy there, cowgirl. I mean, we kinda warned you from the start. Nothing good ever comes out when dating someone as famous as him. I mean, a pro hero? Don’t get me wrong, i’m forever grateful for their service for keeping us safe but dating them? Seems like work and heartache.” Lucille said casually while sipping her ice water.
With her free arm she awkwardly placed a hand on your arm, trying to somehow comfort you while Rumi was too busy scaffolding down her bowl of noodles like a hound dog, maybe you break free of your stress and laugh.
Maybe I shouldn’t think too deeply about it.
Your head and whole body ached from all the working and extra stressed you endured the entire day. You couldn’t be bothered to take your shoes, clothes or makeup off before landing straight into your couch, face smothered into your cozy cushion.
“Can’t even get the night to myself.” YOu huffed. You had a feeling it was Rumi, calling you to send her the pictures from today as you intentionally ignored her spam of texts demanding for them, probably to post a dump of photos on her socials. You told yourself you were going to respond in the morning after you get much needed rest.
your face still smushed against the pillow as you fish out your phone out of your jean pocket. You click the receive button then raising your phone to your ear to grunt,
“Rumi, i’ll send the photos in the morning. But, pleaseee. Let me sleep tonight.” You whined and groaned at the same time, with your face muffled from the pillow in your face but you didn’t care much about it
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Heavy breathing was received from the other side of the line.
Fast, fractured breathing
You pressed your phone harder against your ear, thinking it was your audio. But just as you were about to speak, a voice suddenly broke out.
“Y/N?”
You’ve got to be shitting me right now.
As soon as you were hit with that wave of recognition, you had thrown your whole body up from the couch, way too fast. Causing a sudden ache in your neck and spine, but you suppressed it as you stared straight down at your cellphone screen, straining your eyes to read the caller ID from the ongoing call
Keigo Takami.
“Y/N? Don’t go silent now. Don’t deprive me from that voice I’ve been waiting for what? a year to hear.” Every word that came out his mouth was choppy and desperate, but a lingering hint of delirium coiled through in his voice.
Oh you were so right to trust your intuition. Why did you even leave his number on your phone? The man was clearly crazy from the get-go.
“Y/N. Don’t ignore me.”
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Oh you are so fucked.
(I’ve been so tired lately so sorry if this looks rushed or bad)











