#beyond x reader

[angelicw1ngs]

How would they be like in summer? 🍦

Wammy's boys💌

L Lawliet

-his second favourite season after spring

-because he can eat as much strawberry shortcake

-maybe go to pick strawberries with you if you convince him well enoigh

-and then at the end you take a picture of him when he's not laying attention, standing hunched and barefoot in the grass with a basket in his hand that he was eating out of thinking you won't notice him

-you will have to put sunscreen on him because he can't do it himself (grown ahh man btw)

-one of those people who don't sweat

-so when you're hot and sweating and melting in the sun, he's just standing there completely sweat-free, licking a soft serve

-it is, however, canon that he likes to go to amusement parks and sit on rollercoasters

-so he'd ask you to go on the scariest rides

-just to be blank faced the whole time while you're screaming for your life

-asks if you enjoyed the ride

-you didn't

Beyond Birthday

-if the time was around the LLAB case then maybe he would spend some time outside, but not much

-walking around like a creep, looking out for a new victim

-goes to random abandoned houses, trying to pick the perfect slaughter house to get the attention of his beloved L

-but if he lived and got out of prison and Kira never killed him

-summer might be his favourite season

-will spend a lot of time outside, I do headcanon him as more tan than L

-because the strawberries are growing fresh and ripe

-imagine you're in the forest walking around, picking flowers, and having your Cinderella moment when you see some freak hunched over on the grass

-and when you come closer he turns around and his hands and mouth is stained red

-because he'd been picking strawberries and eating it with the bugs and all without washing it (bones and all reference if you squint)

-if you have a fruit garden, or have a farm where you grow a bunch of different fruits you will find your plants vandalized

-because he keeps sneaking in and stealing fruits and stuff instead of actually buying them

-so when you finally catch him in the dead of night, you two just stare at each other for a minute

-his mouth covered in berry juice and he's holding a fistful of strawberry. You're just standing there with a flashlight, wondering wether to scream or tell your parents it's a raccoon

-which, to be fair, he is one

Nate River

-doesn't do shit

-honestly doesn't care what season it is as long as he has his toys

-has a pool that's entirely dedicated to his baby rubber ducks that he can throw at Gevanni, watch them swim, shoot water at it, blow it up

-all done with a straight face

-but, summer means cons

-cons means people selling things for an absurd price while the cosplayers walk past them with a polite but scared smile

-he makes Gevanni go to these and make him buy really specific merch of some video game or an anime (like Evangalion, maybe, I don't watch it, but my brother does)

-if he does go outside, he doesn't tan

-just gets an awful sunburn because he hates the feeling of sunscreen on his skin

-ends up regretting it everytime

-but it always ends up repeating itself anyway

-rarely eats anything, so the SPK is happy when they see him licking a popsicle while stacking dice

-just for him to end up flicking the wooden handle at the dice tower, and they have to clean it up

Mihael Keehl

-busy man

-he got work to do

-if he was stalking someone or going somewhere on his motorcycle with his vest on, he ends up getting a little bit of a farmer's tan

-but not that much because he knows to use sunscreen when he's out

-tries to spend as much time inside

-hates the sun (vampire mello👀)

-also, in the anime, when he bites into his chocolate bar it breaks as if its frozen

-so his chocolate gets melted and messy when he's out for too long

-his hideout base gets hot too, as it is not the most convenient place

-so he turns the heat down to be cold and perfect for him and his chocolate bars

-but his men don't like it cause they're shivering while working in the middle of summer

-leaves randomly for a week or two then return because he had to go on a work trip

-so you're alone most of the time

- but he does take you once every blue moon, so, very rare

-like you're just chilling at home and he suddenly texts you saying "pack your bag" and the next second you're on a plan to Europe

-and while you two are there, going around, he's on his phone talking about a deal

-or drops you off at some salon and then leaves to go to a mafia meeting because of course the trip was for job and not to actually spend time with you

Mail Jeevas

-one of those people who never get bitten by mosquitoes

-no matter how sweaty, stinky, and lazy he is, he doesn't get bit

-so lucky

-or maybe the stinkyness kills the mosquitoes

-seasonal change doesn't affect his schedule

-still playing games day and night and surviving on fast food and energy drinks

-and still stays skinny because he has fast metabolism

-you make him go out with you in the evening and take him to those places where it's packed with stalls selling street food

-and he's eating like there's no tomorrow

-either you or Mello has to force him to go outside, and even then, it'll last a few minutes as he just smokes and goes back in

-he might be into skateboarding

-so Mello makes him go to skate parks to make friends

-he's either that guy who goes around asking strangers if he can borrow their board and ride around the park once

-or the one with the most sickest design on the bottom of his skateboard

-because of course, he collects (cough cough hoards cough) skates too like he does with game merch, anime figurines, and posters etc

-summer is a good excuse for him to scam people with those fake "CONGRATULATIONS! YOU JUST WON A FREE FAMILY TRIP TO MIAMI!" things

-he's honestly so shocked at how people keep falling for it

-but hey, he makes money off of it and that's what matters

-he's that one guy at a cosplay con who's just staring at you for like ten minutes and following you around discreetly until he finally asks for a picture

-mostly just walks around silently looking at booths

-flexes his money on teenagers by buying a really expensive merch

[pixels-not-dreams]

scrambled || ovi!beyond birthday x reader

“It’s your lucky day, Y/N.” Beyond’s voice rumbles in your chest. You’d been in your room, reading, when he walked in without knocking. You and he were the only ones still awake at the Wammy’s House alumni association annual gathering. It’s dark outside, and you’d already put your pajamas on. You’d packed a red silk cami and shorts just in case this very situation arose. You’d wanted to fuck Beyond since you were both teenagers. Your panties dampen at the realization that, a decade later, it might actually happen.

“My what?” You say, hoping that you sound demure and coquettish in spite of the throb in your shorts. You close your book and use it to fan your face.

“I said,” Beyond says. He sits beside you and leans in close. He smells like cigarette smoke. “It’s your lucky day.”

“Did you ever think,” you say, licking your lips. “That it might be your lucky day, Beyond?”

“Be quiet,” he snarls. He reaches one hand down into your top to roughly grope your breast. The other scrambles down and unbuttons his fly. You want to blink, but you can't risk looking away, even for a second. A fresh wave of fear and arousal sweeps through you.

Beyond reaches his hand into his pants. The cock you salivated for turns out to be a delicate ovipositor. It's mottled black and red. It's hard, like a carapace, ramrod-straight, and pointy as a needle.

“You're the perfect one to warm my eggs, Y/N,” he says. “I chose you years ago. Now turn over.”

You'd dreamed of Beyond’s cock for as long as you'd known him. You'd imagined him stroking himself to full mast, lining himself up to your entrance. Maybe he would have hovered there, making you wait, or he'd have swiped the head on your slit, making you twitch in anticipation before he buried himself inside.

But it doesn't happen like that. Your face is crushed into a pillow, and Beyond is behind you, pulling your hips up. His fingers slip under your panties and probe your entrance. You squeeze your eyes in shame as you try to fuck yourself on his hand, but find only cold air as he pulls away.

He laughs at your eagerness, pulling your panties to the side. The ovipositor slides into your pussy like it was molded to you.

It's still, at first. He's pushed it all the way in. After a few moments, he starts to move, shallow at first, but quickly setting a bruising pace. His breath is ragged. He must have been waiting for this for a long time.

A strangled sound escapes him. “Y/N—”

“Please, B,” you plead. “Be careful. I want to take care of them for you.”

His hips stutter, and you feel yourself filling up with tiny spheres—his eggs. You beam into the pillow. He chose you to host his brood. He could have had anyone, but it's you he selected, your hips he's digging into, your pussy he's filling to the brim.

You’re full, so full that with every thrust a gush of orange jelly-eggs spurts onto the covers beneath you. It’s surreal. You wish he’d thought to lay down a towel, but you’re also too cock-struck to care.

You thought he would stop when the eggs came, but Beyond is relentless. Your knees are weak, and your face is wet with tears and your own spit. You usually need to touch yourself to come from sex, but this is different. This is something else entirely.

“Oh fuck,” you gasp. “Oh, B.”

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“Beyond?” Your voice is weak. The others think you're hiding because you have a migraine. A full 24 hours have passed, and you've been in bed for all of it, writhing and sweating. You've made yourself come 16 times. It's not enough. The eggs must want you dead.

“Yes, babygirl,” he says, leaning on the doorframe.

“I'm—I’m not,” you falter. An orange dot in the dark tells you he's lit a cigarette. It gets nearer; he's walking towards you.

He leans down. You can't really see him. Your eyes are filled with tears and your forehead is unbearably hot. He's close to you. You can feel his warmth. With a soft sigh, he blows a plume of smoke into your face, turns on his heel and leaves.

You roll helplessly to one side, and frantically thrust your hand back into your trousers. It's all you can do.

[heyheydidjaknow]

Apologies for the request, but if I may, could I please ask for even a crumb of Beyond x reader content? I have nothing specific in mind, just had a major crush on him when I first read LABB a billion years ago and apparently my terrible taste for toxic men never left me. :,D

BBgirl. But in all seriousness we’ve all been there, man.

If you were ever so stupid or horny as to follow him home you would been met with a blowup mattress, exactly two books, a mirror, and too many crates of cosmetics and outfits. You are leaving that apartment with painted nails whether you regularly paint them or not and with more makeup tips personalized to you than you ever needed. If you ask he works in movies.

[formenis]

So glad you do stuff for BB ily! How do you think he behaves around his girlfriend when he is feeling especially needy and clingy?

Thank you Anon! We need more BB stuff 👀

|| warning: nsfw contents, mention of violence and blood ||

About your question, it is hard to answer. Beyond Birthdady is such a complex and traumatized character. He was forced to erase his identity, his previous life, to become L's lookalike not only physically but mentally too.

Staring: B is someone who stares a lot, especially if his girlfriend is involved. But when he is needy, his stares becomes more intense. His dark and empty pool would fill up with desire but just for a mere second.

Touch: hands on her hips, breathing against her skin or biting here and there. Those were the signals B is needy of attention and affection. He loves touching his girlfriend (in a not so tenderly way actually). In bed, he scrartches and bites very often and he doesn't mind if those marks are showing.

Stamina: if B is really needy, his girlfriend must be preparred not just for one but at least for two rounds. He has a lot of stamina if he has specific urges and his sexual activity is particularly intense and ''energic''.

Once everything is over, in bed, B is someone who would squeeze his girlfriend against his body just to feel her skin against his. He is a criminal, he did terrible things but Y/N...she is different. Nothing compared to others. She is the definition of perfection in his eyes...and something with his eyes says it...it must be true.

«What do you want for dinner?»

«You»

[derangedsanity]

Listen Up, Folks

With a sad heart I come to you to announce that I have lost every prompt/request I ever had because my old computer is now gone. R.I.P. But I feel like writing something! Anything! So, I would really appreciate if you sent in requests for the following fandoms; Supernatural, Gilmore Girls, Beyond, and Charmed. I mostly write reader inserts but I’m up for writing anything else your heart may desire. Thanks, and I look forward to getting them requests in! The Writer Is Officially Back In Town.

[heyheydidjaknow]

Could you write something with a reader who just doesn't really acknowledge BB's general fucked up-ness? I can't count the amount of weird situations I've gotten out of by just smiling and standing like 😃🧍.

~Just smile and wave boys, just smile and wave~

He would get such a kick out of it. If at all possible he would want to take it up a notch just to see how much you’ll tolerate before it gets a reaction. Jam out of the jar not good enough for you? How about sucking on batteries? How about mayonnaise hair care immediately after the purchase? How far can he push it? He isn’t going to do anything that impacts your job at all— he’s not about to smear stuff on the walls or anything— but a continuous pushing of the envelope is to be expected.

[formenis]

i absolutely adored your HC on how it would be to have BB as a lover omg 💖could i request, how he acts when he is interested in someone and wanting to pursue a relationship with his crush? i love this creepy and intense boi so much🥰

Wah thank you so much! 😭😭

It's nice to hear you liked it~ I decided that this RQ will be a HC too (I hope you don't mind)

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HEADCANONS: HOW BEYOND BIRTHDAY WOULD ACT IF HE IS INTERESTED IN SOMEONE

pairing: BB x gn!reader

|| warning: all kind of warnings with him, really ||

This scenario could start in two ways:

1. IF Y/N WAS A VICTIM: he thought he found the perfect victim for his plan. Y/N met all criteria, even their lifespan was reaching its end. One day he was going to kill them but, suddenly, something changed: the lifespan itself. Y/N's numbers changed and B froze in place.

«May I help you?» Y/N asked innocently, they didn't know they avoided a painful death. For once in his life, B didn't know what to do with them.

2. IF Y/N WAS A DETECTIVE: Naomi Misora introduced them to Rue Ryuzaki.

«We always work together. They are very talented, Ryuzaki» Naomi explained during their first encounter.

Ryuzaki B wasn't impressed, at first, since his goal wasn't Y/N but Naomi herself. His idea about Y/N changed quickly when he noticed that they were looking right above his hair...much like he always did with the others.

1. In the first case, B excused himself because «I mistook you for somebody else» and Y/N would left without saying other words. B, however, stood in the middle of the footpath for a while following them with his eyes. He wanted to register everything about their figure: height, weight, hair color, skin color, clothes, way of walking.

«How did you extend your lifespan...Y/N?»

2. Naomi and Y/N were analysing Believe Bridesmaid's bedroom, the crime scene of those Wara Ningyo Murders. The two detectives were observing the bed while Ryuzaki B stood out of the way.

"Why did you look above my head...Y/N?" he asked to himself while chewing his thumb. "Do you...have them too?"

«I wonder how he died...» Naomi asked while looking at the photo of the victim.

«Asphyxiation» Y/N replied suddenly, their eyes were glued to the photos.

Naomi turned towards them in disbelief. «How did you know?»

Y/N's face became red and, in that moment, Ryuzaki B was listening to them in pure interest and curiosity.

«I just...looked at the the fracture of the U-shaped hyoid bone at the base of the tongue, here» and Y/N pointed to a specific photo Ryuzaki B couldn't see from his spot.

«Yeah you're right» confirmed Misora. Ryuzaki B was becoming eager and eager to know more about them.

1. B uncovered quickly where Y/N lived, their job, their friends, their family. In other words: everything. His investigations, however, didn't solve the most important mystery: why Y/N's lifespan didn't end? Was it because...B stopped?

He tried to kill them other times but it was vain: Y/N always avoided all his attempts.

«Excuse me, are you M. Y/N L/N?» a direct approach was B's last chance to solve that case.

They turned, the H/C hair flew due to the movement. «Yes?»

«I'm Rue Ryuzaki, I'm investigating about the Wara Ningyo Murders»

Y/N seemed scared hearing that name. «Ah! I heard about them. What do you need, sir?»

̷T̷h̷e ̷w̷a̷y ̷t̷h̷e̷y ̷s̷a̷i̷d ̷"̷s̷i̷r̷"̷. ̷I̷t ̷d̷r̷o̷v̷e ̷h̷i̷m ̷c̷r̷a̷z̷y̷.

«I have few questions for you» that was the perfect excuse for him to start talking to them.

2. More days passed and more pissed off Ryuzaki B became. There must be a way to understand if Y/N had the Eyes or not.

«I can't go there and ask them directly...they would be suspicious especially if I'm wrong. And since Naomi Misora works for L...I can't afford mistakes»

As if someone from above the sky heard him, during a rainy summer night at Los Angeles all his doubts disappeared.

«Suicide from burning to death...such an horrible way to die» Y/N said once Ryuzaki B and them met in the middle of the pavement. The rain made their surroundings shining, everything around them was sparkling...except Ryuzaki B's eyes.

«Really? I disagree...each death has a meaning in this case» Ryuzaki B hid his hands in his usual faded and large jeans, the back was curved inward and he was looking at Y/N with a strange glare.

«So it's your...vision of the things, Ryuzaki»

He laughed. But it was a weird laugh, as if it wasn't from that world.

̷H̷E ̷W̷A̷S ̷R̷I̷G̷H̷T̷.

«Exactly» Ryuzaki B replied in the middle of his laugh. «It may sound sudden but...Y/N, do you want to date me?»

1. The detective thing allowed Ryuzaki to know better Y/N. They seemed interested in his "work" and wanted to be informed about all developments of the case.

«What's the most difficult case you ever solved, Ryuzaki?»

«Let me think...» B caressed his lips with the thumb pretending to think. «Once a killer made the "locked-room" trick: here a crime scene has no indication as to how the intruder could have entered or left»

«No way!» Y/N looked at him in awe. «And you solved it?»

«Of course I did, Y/N»

From that moment Y/N and B became very close. He had the impression that his "almost victim" felt safe with him. B could tell by the way they moved closer to him in public or by the fact that Y/N always relaxed their muscles when they were together.

When B wasn't busy with Naomi Misora and the wara ningyo murders, he tried to spend as much time as possible with Y/N. When he was with them he could almost forget his plan to surpass L. And how Y/N extended their lifespan...he didn't care anymore.

He started to smile, to laugh genuinely, to like things he never imagine he would like. Was it...what people called "love"?

He came in the States alone, he had no family behind...and there, in Los Angeles, he found someone much more important than L.

If only his plan wasn't already set...

2. «What can you see?»

«The cause of death...and you?»

«Real name and date of death»

It was like Y/N and Ryuzaki B were made for each other. The things the first couldn't see, for the second one they were pretty clear (and vice versa). The two of them felt that something was growing between them.

«Am I going to die soon?» Y/N asked him.

«Do you really want to know?»

«Actually...» the other detective took back what they said before. «Not really»

There was this sort of chemistry between Ryuzaki B and Y/N like two pieces of the same puzzle. Y/N loved everything about Ryuzaki B and he, very slowly, started to love too.

At first Ryuzaki B saw Y/N as a way to defeat (and kill) Naomi Misora but soon the female detective was left behind.

He would fight for Y/N. He would ̷k̷i̷l̷l for Y/N. Ryuzaki B would do everything for them and he had the feeling that it was mutual.

The Wammy's boy would organise as many dates as possible. At the park, at the museum, at the art gallery. Ryuzaki B wanted to enjoy Y/N's company when he could.

If only his plan wasn't already set...

[formenis]

Hi there! I can to request a one shot where the reader is jealous because BB has been looking at someone too much or something like that. Please and thank you!

Yes, of course dear~ I love writing B ♥

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TITLE: SIGHT

pairing: Beyond Birthday x jealous!gn!reader

|| warning: major spoilers of the novel "The Los Angeles BB murder cases" / jealousy / slightly yandere behaviour / a not very healthy relationship ||

When B left the Wammy's House on May 2002 for the States he felt a bit out of place: he was alone in a foreign and far country. Luckily that feeling lasted less than five minutes once at the Los Angeles airport. He had only one goal in mind: to surpass L, the greatest detective in the world, as the "World's Greatest Criminal," giving him a case that B hoped he would be unable to solve.

June just started few days ago when B's life changed in a way he would never imagined. He was in a beauty store, he needed to buy a new foundation and few eye pencils in order to maintain his heavy mask of L's lookalike. B was waiting for his turn at the cash register and he was the only boy there.

All the girls (and women) were secretly looking at him trying to understand if those products were for him or for a female partner or relative. And maybe the oldest ones were mentally insulting him because "boys should not wear makeup". As if B read those thoughts he turned his head towards those women to glare at them: his dull black eyes always made people look away in fear. A voice, however, distracted him.

«Sir? It's your turn»

B looked in front of him once again and noticed the cashier was right so he walked closer to them, scattering the products on the conveyor belt. The cashier, someone with H/C hair and S/C skin, smiled kindly at him while doing whatever a cashier did, B didn’t care and looked away just to read people's names above their heads.

«Sir? If you're interested, we have a lighter shade of this foundation»

At those words B turned to look at the cashier one more time. Since L was really pale, lighter was better.

«Really? I saw nothing at the display cabinet» B replied with a raised eyebrow but the cashier couldn’t see it since his face was partially hidden by a cap.

«It's because we hadn’t the time to organise it but it is available. Do you want to see it?»

«Yes»

The E/C coloured cashier nodded at him and whispered something to a girl next to them. In few instants that girl opened the register next to them so the other clients could pay for their shopping there.

In the meantime, B thought about his plan: everything was perfectly set (the crime scene, the Wara Ningyo, the victim's name and his cover), nothing will go wrong. He smirked at the perfection of his project, he couldn’t be more satisfied.

«There it is, sir. Do you want to try it?» the cashier came back, in their hands a tiny bottle of foundation way lighter than the one B chose before. The once L's successor nodded and extended his right hand so the cashier could apply a small quantity of foundation on it, with circular motions.

«The ideal is to test the product on the side of your jaw but I believe this shade suits you well, sir. It's almost invisible on your hand»

B, however, wasn’t focused on the foundation in that moment. When the cashier's fingers touched his hand he felt a strange sensation. It was like…flames, as if he touched the fire with bare hands. He wanted…to feel it…once again…

«You're right, I think I'll take this» B masked his emotions with a fake smile and the cashier nodded at his reply. While they were busy with his products, B's eyes couldn’t look away from his right hand. The foundation was still there and he caressed it with the thumb. Something about that simple gesture upset him…in a positive way, maybe?

«It's $22.13, sir»

Without saying another word, B payed for his shopping and left the beauty shop. Before leading back home, he glanced inside the shop. He could read above the cashier's head two words: Y/N L/N. And then a date.

"Your death is so far from now, Y/N…you're lucky".

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It was August 2002 and Believe Bridesmaid was already dead. B was rather satisfied about his job, nobody interrupted him during the murderer. Not even when he re-dressed the victim after the post-mortem mutilation.

Something, however, didn’t go as he planned. This "something" was Y/N. A part of B's brain yelled things like "Don’t distract yourself!" or "Focus on L not them"; but the other half pushed him to know Y/N more. He went in that beauty shop as much as he could even though he didn’t buy anything.

Despite his unique personality, B and Y/N started to get along. Poor Y/N ignored the fact that more than once B followed them home and he even spied on them different times.

«Ryuzaki! Did you hear?» an afraid Y/N appeared from the service entrance of their beauty shop. It was a sort of habit for B (or Ryuzaki as he introduced to Y/N) to join them after work.

«Hear what, Y/N?» he asked while putting his hands in the pockets of his faded jeans. Even though he always walked hunched over he was still taller than Y/N.

«A famous writer died!» they put the shop's keys in their bag and started to walk back home with Ryuzaki beside them.

«Yes, I heard that. It happened few weeks ago, right?»

Y/N nodded, they seemed quite shocked. «I read all his books, I can't believe someone killed him»

«Yeah…Los Angeles is becoming a dangerous place»

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August 4th was close and B had to kill again. He managed to realise all the riddles and the three Wara Ningyo he had to leave on the scene. However, something was missing: the victim itself. He decided he would take advantage of a walk he wanted to take with Y/N. They needed a break from work and B suggested to spend some time at the park.

Once surrounded by peace and trees, however, Y/N noticed something strange on Ryuzaki. Something that made them…boil with jealousy.

Since the moment they met Ryuzaki at the beauty shop, Y/N felt something for that strange "un-private" detective. They didn’t care about his peculiar behaviour or particular taste about food: his deep black eyes, the way his thin lips curved in a smile each time he saw them and his intellect…he knew so many things, Y/N wondered where he studied all that.

Ah, poor Y/N. They were completely unaware of Ryuzaki's real self. They knew the pale, slouched "un-private" detective and not the bloodthirsty and ferocious serial killer.

They admitted they started to feel…attracted by the man. Y/N didn’t know it was simple friendship or…something else.

Back to the park, Y/N noticed a strange attitude of Ryuzaki. Since the two of them started to walk towards the park, the man was staring intensely at all women (and even men) that passed next to them. It looked like he was searching for someone in particular.

«Are you alright Ryuzaki?»

The un-private detective turned towards Y/N and smiled. «Yes Y/N» and then he came back at staring at people as nothing happened…as if Y/N wasn’t there with him.

He looked at people down on with such intensity that Y/N had the feeling he was imagining something in his head. He even smirked from time to time.

«I wish you would look at me in the same way…» Y/N said in a whisper.

«I don’t know what that was about, but I love seeing you all riled up» at that answer Y/N turned towards him. Did he hear them?

Ryuzaki was looking at them with curiosity, a thumb over his lips. The wind messed up his (already ruffled) hair and his weird sitting position - with his knees pulled up against his chest- made him bigger than usual.

Y/N's cheeks turned pink and looked away embarrassed. Geez, Ryuzaki heard them…

They were so focused on their gaffe that they didn’t notice the man moved an arm around their shoulder in a cute attempt to hug them. That gesture took Y/N aback but hugged him back almost immediately, sensing the intoxicating scent of strawberry jam of his clothes.

«I would never reserve that kind of look on you, Y/N. You're far too…» and B paused, trying to find the right word to not to make them suspicious about his behaviour. «…important for me»

Y/N silently sighed in relief and stood trapped in the hug for a while. They were unaware, however, that B found the person he was searching for: Quarter Queen, August 4th 2002. At that sight he grasped with force at Y/N's shoulder…finally, his second victim.

Y/N interpreted that grasp as a gesture of Ryuzaki to remark what he said before, that they were important to him so they didn’t notice the strange, dangerous look on his face.

«Trust me, Y/N…you don't wish to be looked like that by me»