Warnings: Mentions of violence, yandere character, abusive relationships, dub-con.
Gender of the reader is not specified.
At first you were beyond terrified because it had never been like this before. The way he would cradle your head to place the softest kisses over the skin of your face was almost startling to you, and you couldn’t help the tears gathering in your eyes. Your heart beat so hard against your chest you swore he could hear it, maybe even feel it against his own chest as he pressed his body over yours.
But it was soft, unlike every other time he had pinned you against the mattress. He was so careful so he wouldn’t crush you under his weight, kissing your lips so gently it almost made your tears spill from your eyes.
It came to a point where you weren’t flinching anymore. Every time he moved his hands you kept as still as your trembling body allowed you, and every time he lifted his head you dared to look at him. Maybe not directly at his almost glowing eyes, not yet, but you raised your head as did his.
And you hated it, because his smile was the purest you had ever seen on him. It was soft and sweet and it brought back the knot in your throat as he softly caressed your naked skin with both of his hands.
The thought of this being weird never left your mind, even if you were slightly shivering after every touch and sighing after every kiss. He wasn’t drunk, that was absolutely clear to you; the first time he allowed himself to be tipsy around you he had hit you. Hard. You had four scars over your cheek from the time his golden claws ripped open your skin when he did it, so you could hardly forget it had happened even if he had gotten you drunk as well. Using that experience as example you could easily rule out him being drugged this time.
But he was being so uncharacteristically sweet and gentle with you. Especially in the way his lips softly met with yours in a charming and passionate kiss. He held you like a lover would, and kissed you and touched you like a lover would.
You noticed you started to cry when his thumbs cleared your tears from your face, his touch so tender and delicate over the scars he had left on your skin, his lips barely leaving yours. When you opened your eyes again after he had parted from your face, your head still cradled by his hands as if at any moment you could break, you saw his smile again and this time you drifted your gaze to his eyes. They were glowing with care and what you dared describe as affection, gently staring back at you for a few seconds before he leant down once again, nuzzling his nose against yours in one of the most delicate and cute gestures you’d seen from him and coming so close to pressing his lips against yours in yet another kiss.
He didn’t give it to you, though. He just kept caressing your face with the tip of his nose and making sure his lips were still hovering against yours. So in the middle of your crying, with your shaking hands reaching forwards to grab him cautiously by the sleeves of his white shirt, you tilted your head upwards and closed the distance between the two of you, closing your eyes as it happened and a sigh escaping your lungs.
You felt him smirk. You’d just given him what he wanted.
It's hard to look at him and know he's forgetting her more every day. She comes downstairs one day and he looks at her from his bed asking who she is, squinting at her face as though trying to parse the details. She catches the tail end of a conversation where she hears him express his disappointment that he never got to meet her mother's new baby and knows as an only child he must mean her, though she is practically an adult. When he does finally pass away, she wonders if he remembered her name in his last moments.
(I wasn’t going to write today but I had a little bit of time and I figured I deserved a vent fic.)
She watches out of the corner of her eye. He's not paying attention, too caught up in his own little world as usual, but he's not who she's worried about. Disdainfully, her eyes slid to him. Loudmouth, idiot, never paying attention and yet always trying to gain hers. Meanwhile, their sensei always seems to be encouraging him. She wishes he wouldn't. She wishes that all of the idiot boys on her team would just stop begging for validation like dogs. Well, all of them except for one... Her eyes slide to where he stands, arms crossed and expression bored, again.
