Melting Aches
(MisakiXReader)
Hello Killer Chat people! It's been a long long while (over a year, yikes, my bad) but I have finally finally finished the long awaited third Misaki fic. I started working on this massive text on April 18th 2025, and it's gone through about a billion renditions at this point, but I'm very glad and excited to show you all what I've been up to. This has taken too freaking long help me. Funnily enough, this release also coincides with Trans Visibility Day, so yeah, absolutely for me and Misaki. I'm also putting this fic in for the Month of March writing challenge from Rose Rot's discord. Wish me luck, please. :P
Lastly, I heavily recommend you read my other two current Misaki fics first, "It's cold tonight" and "A warm reminder", since these are actually all Misaki fics and are kinda in their own canon? I'm working on it...
By the way, if you wanna chat with me, I'm lemonandturtle (username) and zuluandsalamder (display name) on discord. I also have an ao3!! Check it out! PS: It has the same things as this tho :>
Lol, anyway! Hope you enjoy! XD
(Main viewpoint from the Invincible, Fearless, Sensual, Mysterious, Enchanting, Vigorous, Diligent, Overwhelming, Gorgeous, Passionate, Terrifying, Beautiful, Powerful mind of Misaki Katsuo.)
You shiver, cold sweat dripping off your hands. The cool keys below your fingertips click and clack rhythmically, mimicking your heartbeat. You sigh, weary eyes half closed, head leaning against the chair, arms heavy. Your normally bright and bouncy voice echoes around dully, the dark room encroaching on you as time passes. The blaring light of the screen in front of you bores into your sockets, making you blink uncomfortably. Your feet hang plainly above the floor of your trailer, limp and lifeless. Yawn.
“Baby?” Head lurching forward, you startle from the noise, your mouth moving quickly, eyes wide.
“Mhm?” You reply musingly, thoughts elsewhere.
“Do you want to stop? This game isn't going anywhere, we can continue later. I know it’s getting rather late for you.” They swivel their head just out of view, tutting gently at you, eyes slightly furrowed in interest. “And, you're really looking quite tired… I’d rather not kidnap you into continuing my indulgences. Tonight~" Their words ring out, and as you look back onto your lover's face, switching the window, your jaw puts on a twitching smile.
“NOo! No, nonono, I am one thouussound percent awake, trust me. Stupid time differences aint gonna stop me from doin stuff with you! ” Listening in, you notice how your words are dry, dead, shallow, and as your brain whirs tiredly, you realise just how fake your voice sounds. “I promiseee!” The time continues to tick from above your head: 3:37 AM.
“Look, I’ll be alright for a while longer. Look how focused I am, look at these focused eyes!!” You bulge them forward, opening them as much as they can, before the screen's bright light makes you startle back slightly. Your partner puts on an unimpressed smirk, drooling sadly at your tired face, your drooping eyes. You wince and look away in response, face flushed. “And look, I'm only 400 points behind you! I’m about to win, I swear!” Your hoarse voice stresses, the excuse fluttering past your lips.
“Your idea of nearly winning is pitiful…” Feeling the timer tick down in your head, you rush forward, explosions ringing out through your headphones. Turning a corner, you spot another figure, looking directly in the opposite direction to you. You lift the gun. And pull the trigger. Point blank headshot.
“OKKKK, wowww. I did not see that freaking coming, how the hell am I supposed to stop that!? I didn’t think you’d actually kill me there, I was so locked in and…” A giggle begins to spiral towards you as you look at them, till. Till it speaks to you.
“Kill me there.” The figure across from you gives a small smile as they speak but as moments pass, the smile slowly darkens. “Kill me.” It seethes inside you. The stare lengthens, the smile slowly becoming less genuine, more tired. More, distraught. It begins to feel like they are no longer looking at you, but through you. "You kill and kill and kill. But it wasn’t enough.” It smiles in the back of your mind . Their gaze bores across your being, a frown appearing across that perfect surface, a crack. And you begin to feel that hole form within yourself. You blink.
The emotion you may have felt before is quickly buried by a burning sensation that scrambles itself around the back of your throat before you can even attempt to express any sound. Choking, you rapidly close the game window with a sharp breath, looking down at your hands, which quickly move down to your lap, gaze pinpointed to them. “I remember. I remember their screams. The displaced ichor that you deemed just and fair to pour. It never truly was enough for you. Not until you killed the only one who actually loved you…” Insatiably grasping toward your head, you remove the trapping screams from it, ripping their entrails out of the glowing device and dropping them into the depths. Spreading your fingers out, you shake, jolting your arms up and down as an array of thoughts crash into you. The cluttered room seems to disappear, your hands groping for any remaining foothold. You can almost hear its snarl, watching from the void, which it slithers around in, in purest joy. “Wake up from your falsities and do what you do best.” Closing your eyes, you intake the darkness, reaching limbs trying to squander any final escape. “Kill.” A single noise reverberates, loud and cutting, guttural and desperate. Your breath.
Love. Oh love. The intense feeling of affection, the invisible connection between things that only the strongest kind of trust and care and want can grow. Love is not always familiar. Nor is it always easy to come by. It takes work, it takes dedication, and it takes having to deal with absolute hellish shit every once in a while. It takes infinite luck. It's the most dangerous thing in this entire reality.
But how real is it? Is it something you can feel? Or do you hide behind your own veil of falsities to bear the manipulation and abuse? Do you strangle your misled lover while they gaze longingly at you? Are you really that blind to your own destruction? And can someone, some crazed individual, actually love you?
No. No no no no. How can one love a monster? A harbinger of death and ruin? A creature that lurks in the shadows inside story books, and comes to a sticky end in a detective novel? You are the villain. You are the antagonist. You are the scum that society begs to be rid of. Deserving nothing but failure and pain and sadness. An everlasting, endless void of anguish. You have caused such damage, so isn’t it about right that it should come back to laugh at you?
They don’t love you. They deal with you. They must be, are, horrified by your presence, by what irredeemable actions you have done, willingly and for little reason. For little need. You can't forever spew excuses from your damned vocal cords. You are an aberrated mass of the suffering this world has to endure. Don’t hide behind a false jurisdiction of justice or revenge or desperation. Who can love a murderer? You are and always have been the problem.
You are the problem. You are the problem. You are the problem. Do the world a single favor, it doesn’t care for you. Give it a shred of kindness for once. Your friends don’t truly care for you. Not only are you responsible for your own actions, but you are just as responsible for the countless innocents killed that you won't permit true justice for. Who are you to decipher their lives? To judge them in a way that mirrors your exact fears? Their deaths are as much a weight onto you as the killer. You are as much the culprit.
Your family doesn’t even truly know WHO you are. What you’ve done for them, (or you think you have, and not to fulfill your dark desires wiring around within you), the insatiable struggle between you and another soul, is your “way” of supporting your loved ones?! Does that not say something about you? How you are roping everyone and anyone into a monetary massacre, unable to tell them how or why. All you want is for them to be happy, yet all you do is the exact antithesis. When will it be ENOUGH. HOW MUCH MORE BLOOD DO YOU HAVE TO SPILL AND GUZZLE UNTIL YOU'RE FED!?
They all do not care. They all do not know. They all don’t love you. They don’t love you. They have never loved you, and they never will.
I don’t love myself.
Trembling sound. Quiet whisper. “Misaki.” You barely notice the word and don’t look up, gripping your hands together in silent fortitude, legs shaking frantically. You try to scramble your hands over those pits of reverberated noise, your mumbles of protest drowned out by the tears twisting across your face. The rushing sensation of blood pours through you, a sporadic beating echoing from within your wavering being. You scrunch your body together, a small molded ball of noise, of quivering sorrow. Of hatred and desperation.
The faint noise of harsh breath comes, a fast pace that plummets and climbs in speed. You don’t need to open your eyes to know what you will see before you. A skittish gaze, a nervous frown, and the familiar sound of pain and distress. A jittering voice. “I love you.” You stare blankly at the screen through your hands, the world blurry behind your glassy eyes, which presents you with a meek, distraught face staring back on the other side. You note how their eyes widen, their mouth shakes gently, behind a wall of false composure. They look scared. As you stare, only half registering, they finally move their eyes, pinpointing them directly into yours, pupils wide. “Please don’t you ever forget that.” They chew their tongue meekly behind thin trembling lips. “So, what’s happening?” Their mellow eyes spin, a white shine reflecting off their irises, black pits scanning across them, like scars. A trickle plummets from them.
Protect yourself from the flood, do something before you do another thing which you will regret. Tell them the truth. Tell them the truth. “Did I do something wrong, I-” . They squeak, words which you never want to hear seeping out. Ones of guilt. Ones of knowing. Ones of pity and pain and panic. You won't let this hold you any longer. You gulp down the pain that’s been squirming in your throat, your hands cold against your cheeks. You swallow again and again, but the sludge stays glued to your mouth, your breath being devoured bit by bit. You don’t think again before speaking.
“I’m sorry.” Your voice cracks open, the whimper only barely registering to your own ears.
“I’m sorry.” Within moments you crumple, shimmery tears flaking across your dishevelled features. Head dipping, you exhale, your breath juddering unevenly. Repeat it till you can’t feel anything. Repeat it till you rot.
Placing your skittish attention onto the bright screen, you instinctively notice how they have taken off their headphones as well, the background noise of churning metal trundling past a wall, ricocheting against their wobbling voice. Their room, warm and shone with light, buffers against your flickering eye sockets. They breathe in themselves, seemingly composing a thought, a flicker of dread crossing their eyelids, before they bury it deep down , disappearing just as quickly as you noticed it. “It's ok. I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.” They hold their elbow in their other hand, balancing it, attempting to look absent minded as they pick through their words. You speak again.
“I don’t want to hurt you. I won't. Not again. You don’t know me, you, you don’t know what I’ve done. So, so, what am I supposed to do? WHAT DO I DO? EVERYTHING SEEMS TO LEAD TO THE SAME ROAD. I just. Look. I, I just can’t do this. I won’t let myself do this AGAIN. I’m supposed to learn from the past, not make the same mistakes.” You choke, hurried lips throwing out a final sound.
“I. Cannot. Do. This.”
“You don’t need to do anything.” They sigh, their features turning serious. “Look at me.” Removing your sweaty palms from your cold face, you face your entire body toward them, the rise and fall of your chest mellowing out. “What do you think that I see? Because I see all that I could ever want and need.” They swallow quietly, their own eyes becoming somewhat watery. “You will always do and be enough for me. I know that the world is… a lot… and that you’ve had to do things you're not proud of, but you are not to blame for your situation. What you do is difficult, and I know what you’ve had to go through, but hey, you're still kicking aren’t you?” They look faintly hopeful, tapping each finger rhythmically against their desk.
“Not only that, but really, think about what you have achieved, I cannot even begin to tell you how amazing you truly are. I don’t need anything else other than you as you are. I don’t care about the risks or what you’ve done. We are not in the past Kat. Misaki, nothing ever goes perfectly, but things will get better, and I promise that I'll be with you every step of the way. I’m yours as much as you're mine, and I wouldn't have it literally any other way.”
They rise to gaze longingly at you, the serious tone slowly slipping away before they speak again. “And I promise, you actually sleeping for once is waaaayyy more important to me than another win to my infinite victories over you. Your average win rate is going to plummet to 0% if you continue at this rate dummy, please, go, I’ll still be here tomorrow."
“Well, not when I wake up cause then you’ll be asleep stupid. Time diffs…”
“That’s what you think?! You think sleep is more important to me than being with you??? GASP. I bet you don't even think I love you! I’m just gonna have to shower you with even more kisses next time I see you just to prove it.”
“WHA- YOU JUST TOLD ME THAT SLEEP WAS MORE IMPORTANT THAN STAYING UP WITH YOU. ”
“Shhh shhhh it’s ok, it's ok.” You both grin, studying each other's profile.
“Anyway, I will totally hold you to that. And well, thanks. For that.”
“Anytime. You know that I am telling you the absolute truth buddy?”
“Yeah… I knowwww Daaaaaad.” Adjusting your position, you let out a giggle, finally letting that flood water wash that sticky ichor inside your cramped brain, which blossoms it into action at the sound. And as you laugh together, you see that wonderful surface of joy and happiness, the one that is as much yours as theirs. The one you’ve cradled and kissed and spent months with. That wonderful face.
Hands fidgeting, you place them up to your eyes, rubbing them. God, you're tired. You steady your hands before inhaling deeply and welcoming back your vision with a newfound, quivering calm. You gently lift your gaze back up to the object in front of you, and you already feel slightly warmer at the sight. Brown irises scan your dark ones, and for a moment you feel as if the barrier between you both doesn’t exist. You can see the way their figure hugs the fabric around them, the way they tilt their head only slightly to their side, studying your face. They beam at you, eyes bright and lively. It’s so perfect. After a few moments, both of you catch each other staring, and they break the silence: “So, ya up to sleepin now?"
You look down at the floor of your dwelling, swiveling your field of view around the space as if in deep thought. But truly, the deep tiredness that has etched its way across your shaken body has succeeded in claiming its mark to all of it, and you know that you will succumb to its tempting grasp soon enough. The chair beneath your frame is suddenly cold to touch, the soft, foamed armrests becoming icy under your adjusting arms. A gnawing breeze flows through a small open window, its grating nails scratching down the back of your neck. You instinctively grab the edges of the blanket around your shoulders and pull it down lower, across the rest of your outstretched hands and legs. You transition your attention back to the other person, before swallowing up all the dread that’s been choking you.
You whisper silently into the microphone, your voice nearly faltering at the first letter, but you follow through. “I’m ready, yeah…” Breathe in the air, you deserve it. “See ya tomorrow, you insane lovely critter.” Inwardly screaming at yourself with all the energy you have left, you sleepily lean back into your seat, and smile at them. You know that there is much more to say, but the words are gagged in your throat, so you warily give a sheepish smile of gratitude to your reciprocate. They return a knowing sliver of relief at seeing you holding steadier. Hanging on for a last moment, waiting for a last response, your face crinkles in succulent relief as their lips move to say a final farewell.
“Goodnight dummy. I love you, so you betta sleep well, otherwise imma have to come round and whack some sense into that ugly creature of yours so it knows what it’s fighting up against. Me. But seriously, sleep well Misaki.”
As you get up to go, it hits you. This is real. They really exist. You can recall all of the moments that lead up to this one. This is not the end. This is barely even the start. Things change. Life changes. I am sure of that, I know this. It won’t be like last time. This time it’s different.
I love them.
Closing the computer screen gently, you gingerly wander to a mirror. Gleaming off its surface is a bush of hair, which throws glints of colour off into the rest of the room, sparking. As you continue to stare, a chill reaches up your spine, and turning rapidly, you spy “The Open Window”, the night's true final boss. Frustratingly scowling your way toward it, you bonk it harshly on its front pane, pointing an outstretched finger onto its slick surface. “Bad Mr Window”. Closing the trailer's window with a small click, the cold gusts stilled, you sidestep sporadically past piles of clothes, empty pot noodle cups and trinkets, until your body begs for rest.
Finally, you fall backward onto your warm, coveted bed, its worn frame creaking out in protest, but eventually resigning in a familiar embrace. Silently, in the frozen darkness, you adjust your body to lie on its side, feet squeezed up toward your chest like some small little mouse, holed up away from the dangers outside. Instantly, a warm feeling envelops your mind, and you begin to shut down. And as you close your eyes, in the very corner of your flickering area of sight, you can just make out the thing scampering away into the gloom. It’s still there. And it will always be, watching, waiting and whispering. But for now, you're safe, and those aches you once felt have melted away into sleep.
You do not understand how much you reading this means to me. This took a year to write. I have gone through so many versions, but here it is. Thank you. This is my third fic ever VOOP VOOP.
