❁ 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 .
TW: Mentions of reader's death, reader's gender is not specified, Satoru being a loser, dub-con (kind of? Just to be safe. There's not even smut in this), nothing suggestive until the very last line, angst with a mix of horror elements because it's jjk. Cursed spirit! Reader. Just a silly idea that I couldn't get out of my head.
Satoru doesn't know how or when it happened. One day, he was mourning your absence, grief making him annihilate a whole group of special cursed spirits in a blink of an eye... The next? He could feel your warm breath against his neck while he laid in bed, hugging and cuddling one of your old plushies like it could match up to your presence.
He knows it's too early to be going insane, actually he should be used to losing those he loves by now... So losing his mind shouldn't be possible. But when he feels hands wrapping around his torso and hears how your breathing quickens behind him, he thinks maybe he misunderstood just how much he loved you.
Surely, this wasn't you. Surely, it was a hallucination... Your hands didn't look like that. He could feel it, could feel your energy, could feel the wickedness of it. He could hear the rasp of your voice and yet it was so different. The touch felt familiar yet so alien it made him want to throw up.
A cursed spirit. A cursed spirit was in his room, in his bed next to him. Your cursed spirit.
And despite the sirens that beamed in his head, warning him to put his infinity up already, to get away from the imposter that is somehow impersonating you, he stays still.
"Toru..." Your voice rings throughout the room, as if the walls were talking to him. He feels his blood run cold, can feel his own hair standing on ends and he knows for a fact his eyes are wide right now. "To..ru... Missed you."
Your hands suddenly feel suffocating, as if you were punishing him for the state you were in. And you had all the rights to. How can people call him the strongest – no, how can he call himself the strongest when he let his lover go so easily? Again. He wants to argue, to close his eyes and convince himself this is just a nightmare...
But if it was a nightmare, the way your sharp teeth were already dragging across his neck should've woken him up, right?
He calls out your name, a sound akin to a sob leaving his throat. He's frozen in place – this is so unlike him. How much more pathetic can he get? "Sweets... Is that–" he can't even bring himself to finish his sentence. His voice trembles, body arching unwillingly as one of your nails drags down his spine.
"I Missed you... I Missed you I missed you I missed you I missed you..." Your voice, ragged and yet echoing through his brain did nothing to calm his nerves. "Toru..."
It should be sickening, and in a way, it is. But what was this that he was feeling? Was he glad that you were actually back? Was he excited for what it would mean? Anxiousness of what the higher ups might ask of him once they eventually learn about this?
But it's you. He has you again. He has another chance, he can't just ruin it. He can't just let you go again or worse, get rid of you himself! It doesn't matter the shape or form... It was still you, right?
Well, his boner proves that at least. He's pretty sure he wouldn't get hard from any other cursed creature calling his name like that... Scratch that, he wouldn't let anything or anyone call him like that. Just you, only you.
