Ryuji x Y/N (Gender neutral!reader)
A/N: This is a fanfic inspired by Mary Shelley's Frankenstein
Trigger warning!: mentions of rotting flesh,dark themes
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He always had some kind of fascination with the afterlife. Some would call it an infatuation.
The beautiful melody of Mozart played in the background as a man in dark hair and tanned skin sat by his work table as he sewed an arm to the torso of his creation in the making.
The smell of decaying flesh was attempted to be covered up by the various flowers that crowded his office.
Your eyes fluttered open and you were greeted by a bright light.
The metal table you laid upon was cold and uncomfortable. You felt like you have just woken from a long slumber yet you have no memory of anything. Your brain was fresh,naive and eager to learn.
You glanced at the man in the room. He was wearing a plastic apron and some goggles so you couldn't quite make out his face.
"Hello" His voice was calm and observant as he wheeled himself towards you. "I am Ryuji"
"Ryu...ji" The act of speaking was as foreign to you as everything else that this new world held.
"Yes. Your name is Y/N. I think we'll get along just fine"
For months he'd read to you and teach you everything you'd need to know. How to speak,how to write. Finally you were able to leave his office once he was satisfied.
You were still getting used to walking so Ryuji let you use his crutches that he'd gotten when he was still hopeful about physiotherapy. They were practically brand new.
"This is pork cutlet" He explained calmly as he showed you how to use the cutlery.
Your attempt was clumsy and messy. It made him smile slightly. He found it rather amusing.
The professor wasn't exactly fond of most people but there was something about your naive existence that he found charming.
"It's alright " He assured and helped his creation eat their first meal. "What do you think?"
His question was a bit vague for you. "About what?"
"The food I mean. Do you enjoy it?"
You gave it some deep thought as you stared at the plate in front of you. "Yes"
"You haven't contributed to your research in months. I think it's time to get back to teaching Ryuji"
"No you don't understand,Sir. I am on the brink of a breakthrough"
"Usually when people say that they have something to show for it"
"I can't show you yet but sir I promise this is-"
What the hell was that sound?
"Um I'll call you back sir"
He followed where the sound was coming from only to be led to the bathroom. He hesitated before knocking on the door.
He became concerned when there was no answer. "I'm coming in"
You were still getting used to handling slippery floors and the buttons of your pajama shirt.
Ryuji sighed but helped you up from the floor and temporarily pulled you onto his lap.
"We need to work on your hand coordination" he checked the back of your head for any signs of bleeding but luckily it seems it was only your arm that got hurt.
Your right hand was on the brink of falling off with only 4 of the stitches still holding it together,the rest came undone from the fall.
"I'll fix this don't worry" he inspected your arm before moving you onto the edge of the bathtub. "Stay here"
You nodded and waited patiently for him to return.
You watched curiously as he stitched your arm back together. At one point he glanced up
"Then why are you looking at me like that?"
You hesitated before asking. "Why did you make me?"
He froze. He knew he couldn't say the actual answer. He didn't need his experiment to have an existential crisis. He needed this to go well so he can prove his findings and finally win a Nobel Prize.
"I suppose I wanted a friend"
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