#tsukasa x reader

[thequietkid-moonie]

⸺ Tsukasa Tenma

⚘ Sealing your lips with mine

⚘ But i can't help falling in love with you

⚘ Endless physical affection

⚘ "please, hold me close and never let go of me" (Yandere)

⚘ Reader is easily scared by the circus aesthetic

⚘ Sharing a darling (Yandere Rui & Yandere Tsukasa)

✧˖°.☾ Main masterlist || Mixed masterlist ✧˖°.☾

[deicidic-doll]

ROUND AND ROUND WE GO

Synopsis: Your last wish is granted, but at what cost?

Contains: Mild gore, blood, Jealous! Tsukasa, Possesive! Tsukasa, nausea, pufferfish, unconsciousness, mentions of suicide, mentions of harassment and bullying, fluff, comfort, tiny bit of customary angst etc.

A.n: Fighting writer's block…dw gang I'm feeling very motivated at the moment and Tsukasa makes appearances in this one :D.

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And I make it go back at it again

Don't need to be in love to have a little romance

Sing it on the spot to watch the crowd dance

And even if they're petrified

I hear their hearts prance

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Did you know?

Have you heard of this rumour?

Have you heard of (Surname)-san of the Rooftop?

They say the apparition of a girl haunts the rooftops of the Old School Building. When she was alive, she murdered her lover, and afterwards she committed suicide out of grief. If she ever spots a couple on her turf, she will curse them to fall apart tragically. Their future relationships will be just as unfortunate and unlucky.

"Creepy!"

"She killed her own lover!?"

"Noo I wanted to go up there with my girlfriend! It was such a romantic spot!"

"Future relationships are gonna be just as bad!? That's so rigged".

Months, years, decades had passed since you had died. And of course, since the people didn't know the exact reason, they depended on guesses and speculations. The most obvious guess was that your friends' deaths caused you to despair. In fact, it made perfect sense, it fit like puzzle pieces. And hence it got combined with the case of missing/murdered middle schoolers. Your death was considered a similar case to your friends'. However, new theories began with further investigations. Beacuse when the police went to your parent's house to inform them, they were nowhere to be found. The house was as deserted as ever, and even when they called your legal guardians, they gave no response until hours later. All of this pointed to child neglect and carelessness like a neon red arrow.

Within moments, rumours about your family and personal life were forming and spreading like a viral illness. And despite your parents' calculated, practiced and lawerly explanations, the police wouldn’t put too much faith in them. They were primary suspects in causing your suicide now — not the most trustworthy of people, despite their wealth. Their status actually backfired, and convinced others that they were just rich people trying to buy their way out of everything. Multiple eagerly testified that they barely ever saw your legal guardians with you. For more clues, the investigators went through your belongings and such (much to your immense displeasure), and found signs that another person may have been visiting you. This surprised them greatly, and they continued to be stunned as the fingerprints appeared similar to Yugi Tsukasa, who had died hours before you.

Notes and plans of you two doing activities, in addition to a list of likes and dislikes were found as well, which perplexed the police in it's immense detail. Usually people don't write down their preferences on paper so descriptively. Nevertheless, they served as further evidence that Tsukasa had been at your house. Strangely enough, evidence suggested Tsukasa had come to your house moments after a large group of middle schoolers had either disappeared or been murdered.

But this new information confused people immensely, especially since no one had ever seen the two of you together. You two were like the two geographic poles — complete opposites. Tsukasa was bright and cheery. You were also popular, but more reserved. No one knew that you two where even acquainted. But multiple did claim you were asking about him, confused of his disappearance. One even claimed he may have been the last to have spoken to you, and that he had informed you of Tsukasa's death. It seemed his death had caused yours, but that made no sense. You two didn't even know each other.

It made no sense to them anyways.

All of this then spiralled into chaos and confusion. No one had any exact idea why you had taken your own life, and eventually the entire case was abandoned. To this day no one knows what truly occured. It was the coldest and darkest of mysteries to take place in Kamome, and hence it took years of effort to hush it up and try to conserve some of the school's face. Especially since after the investigators dug through the homes of your dead friends, they found piles of evidence indicating they had been harassing and bullying a number of innocent students. This didn’t only ruin their image, but also the school's. But the school's reputation wasn’t as stained as your parents', which was tarnished beyond belief. It reached a point where they had to move countries and change their names to wipe their slates clean. They didn't worry much about you killing yourself, only that their honour had been slain.

And hence, all this led to a lot of the original rumours getting twisted and molded like the brambles of a wild rose bush. And then a new flower bloomed. A new rumour. That you had killed your lover and then taken your own life.

You couldn't believe this.

It killed you a second time to hear such things. It felt like someone stabbed into your already deep wounds. You would never, ever, ever kill Tsukasa. You could never hurt him. They didn’t know that — they knew nothing. Absolutely nothing. And hence you didn’t exactly feel guilty when you broke apart the couples that would foolishly come up here.

They deserved it all.

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"Also I should probably tell you this, but we're not very safe here" Hanako announced abruptly.

"WHAT!? Why not??" Yashiro spluttered.

Hanako and Yashiro had been on the rooftop to have a nice, friendly picnic. Hanako in particular, was overjoyed because of the donuts Yashiro had gifted him. However, unfortunately they couldn’t have their fun just yet. Hanako had some unfinished business to attend to. His job as the leader of the seven mysteries is to maintain proper relations between humans and supernaturals, and recently some of the rumours have been getting quite out of hand. Like No.2 going berserk, and the Mokke trying to kill whoever caught a glimpse of them.

Now there was this new rumour, the one about you. Truth be told, it wasn’t as extreme as getting turned into a doll or torn to pieces. It was still worrying though, especially the part where you curse individuals with permanent bad luck in terms of romantic relationships. You were the polar opposite of the confession tree rumour, and just like that case, he had Yashiro to help him. Except this time he wasn’t going to unknowingly lead her on and upset her.

Hanako stood up, relaxed yet also on guard. He began strolling near the railings, yet staying close enough to Yashiro to be able to protect her from threats. "You see, there’s a recent rumour spreading that there’s a vengeful spirit haunting the rooftops, and she breaks up any couples it sees. So before we have any fun and have donuts, we're gonna have to sort that out first".

Yashiro whined a bit, before a dash of confusion hit her. "She breaks up couples? But we're not a couple!"

"Hm, really?" Hanako drawled out mischievously, sneaking up on Yashiro to hug her from behind. Yashiro squeaked in surprise at the close proximity. "Wouldn’t ya say we look a lot like one?"

"W- NO!"

"The two of us all alone together, sitting close on a mat and enjoying food and company? Actually that sounds a bit lewd as well. She's definitely coming here. Like any second now".

Meanwhile, some young students yelped as you threw tiny pebbles and twigs at them, clearly frightened and freaked out. Within seconds they ran off, probably coming up with a new rumour about the fields. And it sounded a bit silly, and definitely very ridiculous, but this was one of your hobbies. Scaring random students and bothering them was something you did in your free time. You especially targetted the ones near the gardens, since that was where you had died, where your blood had soaked into the ground. And doing this came with opportunities to change your current rumours, especially since you despised this one so much.

Rumours have always irked you to no end. You hate that even now they affect your life so immensely, when you aren’t even alive you were never alive. Hence you took out your rage by frightening and harassing the very students that are spreading rumours.

Speaking of students, you sensed a new couple on the roof, and without another word you were unceremoniously sent back to the rooftop. Fuck your life. Why did people still keep coming there despite being warned? Some dig their own graves with a sturdy shovel of idiocy.

You were perched graciously on the railing, but your hair and state was rather ungracious due to how hastily you were tugged back. You felt someone stood right in front of you, and you could hear their footsteps going back as you shook your hair out of your face. Finally you could see your new prey, but they made your brows furrow.

One of them was a ghost. And the other was a girl with long hair that was the shade of cream, and large magenta eyes with orange accents. She had a strange air about her, and from the shocked expression on her face, she could see you? How? But your eyes flitted right back to the ghost boy. Your (E/c) orbs widened at the sight, and your pupils dilated enough to eat away at half of your irises.

He looked so much like Tsukasa. And yet so different as well. The same dark hair that was choppy, yet shiny and soft. But it didn't have the same raven undertones as his did, and they weren’t as spiky. He had the same amber eyes, but they looked more like crescent moons; his pupils weren't constricted at the center like Tsukasa's. He donned the vintage middle school uniform, but Tsukasa would never wear it so tidily unless forced. He held a knife in his hand, which was half concealed behind his back. He stood infront of the girl, and as much as he held a defensive stance and his eyes were narowed, he didn't look like he was going to attack just yet. On the contrary he seemed to be frowning, and that's when it hit you.

This was Tsukasa's brother. How come it took you that long to realize it?

Anxiously, the girl behind him broke the silence. "Um, Hanako-kun…..is there something wrong?"

"Hanako-kun?" you blurted out while squinting at said 'Hanako-kun', making the pair look at you, "Aren't you Amane? Yugi Amane?"

Immediately he took a step back, and instinctively brandished his knife forward as if trying to cut down a deadly foe. His already large eyes became larger as sweat ran down his face like tears. His face was pale and sickly, and you could hear the dryness of his throat from the way he gasped out his words.

"How do you-!?"

But within the next second, the girl screamed as some kind of black creature shot right past her. You swiftly rushed away to a dark corner to save yourself, but you were still utterly perplexed. You squeezed your skirt, your palms sweaty. Was this really Amane-san? What is he even doing here, and why is he called 'Hanako-kun'? Why can a perfectly ordinary human girl see both him and you? And if Amane-san is here, what about Tsukasa?

Amane-san instantly pushed away his shock and protectively hid the girl away in his arms. The thing whirled around them both like a smoky tornado, and you had to focus hard on it to notice that it was a black crane. And even as Amane tried to collect himself, you could still see how shaken he was, especially at how savagely he swung his knife at the crane. The crane looked like it was made of dark paper, especially with how easily it ripped open. But this was just the beginning.

The torn pieces began to burn up, releasing the most densest smoke you had ever seen. Dark and sly laughter erupted behind it, hidden away by the abyss-like curtains of smog. But your grip on your clothes loosened.

It sounded familiar. Pleasantly familiar. It gave you a soft fuzzy feeling of nostalgia, lightly tinged with a strange sadness. Then your heart dropped to your stomach, not in horror but in shock.

The smog began to swirl away, revealing a torso that looked akin to Amane's. The giggling stopped and the voice finally spoke, revealing itself to Hanako, you and everything else in the world. "Long time no see, you do remember me don't you?"

You sucked in a breath sharply.

"..Amane?"

It was Tsukasa.

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"Heheh..are you surprised?"

Everything and everyone was frozen in place, as if god themself had temporarily paused time and space. No one spoke, no one moved. No one but him.

"I have a really good assistant too, she helped me get up here" he strode forward towards a horrified Amane-kun, the smoke behind him following like a trailing cape. Two orbs floated around the front of his shadowed face, which was carved into a wide smile.

Tsukasa reached out his hand to rub the side of Amane-kun's teary face, specifically the strange white seal on his cheek. "So..are happy to see me Amane?"

"Ts-Tsukasa!?" you spluttered out, finally finding your words. At once, Tsukasa's head flitted to face you, fast enough that it was impossible to not get a whiplash.

Stunned was only and understatement when it came to the expression on your face. You were baffled beyond belief. Overwhelmed. Awed.

Happy.

Your chest heaved up and down with life when you were dead, and you felt a tingling shiver down your neck. Tears threatened the corner of your eyes like runny drops of liquid gold.

Everything was at an absolute zero, and no one, not even Tsukasa, dared to defy it. You couldn't see his eyes, but you could tell he was gaping at you. You could tell he recognised you, that he remembered you. His mouth was slightly open, yet no sound escaped. But the silence spoke for itself.

Tsukasa was never particularly good with words to begin with. But he didn’t need them. He took one calculated step forward, and broke the stasis they were in. You didn’t move back. Instead you rushed forward to him like a gust of wind — a gale he accepted with open arms. He embraced you so tightly that it was like you were the murky vapours that now swirled around the both of you. But you were vapour to him — you were his soul. And no matter how constricting his grasp may feel, you felt like you had returned to a place far away where you truly belonged. Your tears soaked his shoulder as you nuzzled against it and forgot about the rest of the world.

And in the middle of this huge and perplexing puzzle, the girl behind Amane had stood up with the stealth of a cat. Not wasting a second, she quickly pushed him away with a cry and threw a cup full of orange juice at Tsukasa's back. You let out a gasp and tried to hide yourself, but Tsukasa had already done that for you, guarding you from the splash. It did bewilder you however, why would she throw juice? Does it have protective properties against supernaturals?

You didn’t know what exactly it did, but you shrieked when you saw that Tsukasa seemed to be burning away, parts of him vaporizing into smoke. Tsukasa on the other hand, was simply observing this phenomenon with fascination.

"..Wow.." he looked at the girl, who defiantly glared back, hiding Amane-san behind him. Amane just stared blankly, completely lost. Not too different from you then.

"Not bad..you're pretty good.." he smiled. It wasn't threatening nor malicious, but awfully eerie.

You had no clue what happened next, but Tsukasa tightened his grip on you. A yelp escaped you as whirling black mists surrounded the two of you like a raging sandstorm. The dark, smoky fogs blocked your vision, yet you could tell your surroundings were changing rapidly, like you were being transported somewhere else. It felt like travelling through a particularly dizzying wormhole. It was rather obvious you were no longer on the rooftop. Unknown gasps and whispers of confusion reached your ear, which proved this further. But you couldn’t decipher what exactly anyone was saying. It all sounded like pure gibberish.

In fact, it took you a long moment to realise that you were no longer surrounded by the smoke. You were completely still now, comfortably lying on a soft surface. You were in a different room, one you had never seen before in the school. Was it a boundary? The whispers were more clear now, albeit still foggy. But you could tell that someone was calling out to and talking to Tsukasa, fruitlessly so because he didn't seem to be listening.

He was lying on top of you like a cat, and had his limbs tightly wrapped around you as he nuzzled against your cheek. He was smiling ear to ear as he giggled happily — almost giddily — a happy pink flush across his cheeks. You could finally see his eyes now, the same large irises painted in the same honeyed colour. There was a scent of smoke and something metallic on him, along with something cozy and sweet. It was oddly relaxing. It was familiar.

"(NAME)! IT'S BEEN SO LONG- I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE HERE!" he exclaimed in joy, rubbing against your face. "If I did I would've come to you immediately! Did you miss me? Are you happy to see me?"

"I am, I missed you s' much" you mumbled, your cheek squished against his. You were still extremely befuddled from the strange transportation method, and even now you could feel the intense gyrations of the wisps of smoke. But you could somewhat make out what the other people were saying.

"Runt!? You haven’t kidnapped an actual student have you!?" a wary voice called out.

You lolled your head to the side, and noticed a tall attractive boy with red and black hair. He had slate grey eyes that were widened in horror, and behind him was an elegant girl with pale green hair who was facepalming in exasperation.

Catching your eye, the boy immediately put on a confident demeanour. There was no point really, your brain felt like mush. You were slowly losing your ability to decipher from your surroundings. "Not to worry my princess! I shall rescue you from the claws of this wild cat-"

He stopped immediately as if he had been punched in the face. His theatrical shows were discontinued the moment he saw the downright venomous look on Tsukasa's face. Even the greenette sucked in a breath, and was to afraid to let it go. You let out a sleepy mumble of confusion as he shoved your face into his chest, and snaked his other arm around you in an almost bruising grip. You couldn’t see his face anymore, especially not as you fell into sleep. But Tsukasa looked like a ferocious, territorial beast, his eyes wide and narrowed and murky.

"Right.." Natsuhiko nervously concluded. "My bad, won't do that again" he raised his hands, sheepishly chuckling. Sakura let out a breath. But for once, they were united in one aspect — in shock and bafflement.

Who were you? And what was between you and Tsukasa?

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You don't remember waking up, or if you woke up at all.

Your surroundings felt hazy and distant and you felt like you woke up from a fever dream. Maybe you were still in your dreams. You find it hard to believe Tsukasa has been staying dead still and staring intently into your eyes for several minutes. His eyes were all wide and unblinking, and he was looming right over you like a lily pad.

"Are you awake?" he mouthed at you curiously.

"I dunno..probably..." you yawned. You felt much better than before, nevertheless still woozy. Maybe all you needed was a nap. You don't remember the last time you took one, since ghosts don't really have to sleep.

Tsukasa beamed and moved off of you so you could sit up. As you rubbed your eyes and observed your surroundings, Tsukasa excitedly tugged on your sleeve to show you something. You frowned when you noticed a sharp and fishy metallic smell — it was so strong you scrunched up your nose in disgust. You heard a gasp from somewhere else, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of Tsukasa's hands. Even when the sight was ghastly.

"Is that a dead fish!?"

A mere dead fish wasn't specific enough to describe what Tsukasa was holding. Within his cupped hands were the remains of a gutted pufferfish. You had to clamp your mouth shut to stop yourself from throwing up. You usually didn't get sick at the sight of blood, but you were just so overwhelmed and exhausted. You had just woken up. And this was probably the most goriest mess you had ever seen.

Tsukasa didn’t really notice your intense discomfort. "It's not just any fish! It's a pufferfish — one that was sentient and could talk like regular people!" he clarified happily. His explanations offered you no comfort, neither an actual reason why there was a torn-up creature.

The fish was cut open rather crudely, with it's flesh and muscles severely mangled like bloody minced meat. It's spiky skin was loosely hanging from the rest of it's body, like it got skinned alive, and it's eyes stared wide open and right into your face. You don't know how you even ate fish before. Is this how fish was prepared before selling? Any process even similar to this sounded horrifying. You didn’t think you could look at another marine creature the same way again.

"So I got curious about how supernatural fish look on the inside! Maybe their organs and stuff are different to let them think and talk like us! I didn't really see that much of a difference though, maybe it's because fish organs and tissues are more small and complicated. I'd need a microscope-" Tsukasa stopped abruptly in his cheery babbling when he noticed your stiffness. Your expression looked sickly.

"Eh? (Name) are ya okay?" he looked at you inquisitively. You swallowed down the bile that had reached up your throat, and swung your head away from him. Your head shook rapidly as your eyes squeezed shut. Why were you even reacting this strongly anyway? You've strangled someone to death. You gave almost no fucks when Tsukasa committed mass murder. But the gory death of a fish revolts you.

"Do you need any help? You don't look well".

A worried yet gentle voice graced your ears. You opened your eyes to see the girl from before, peering at you as Tsukasa blinked widely right next to her.

"My head-" you cringed as your voice cracked. "My head hursh- I mean hurts… and I fill- feel…nausheoushz..". You spoke slowly with multiple awkward pauses, a warm flush creeping up your face. You haven't talked to anyone in ages. Your vocal cords were abandoned for years on end, it was like randomly picking up a flute to play when you hadn't practiced since forever. You had even forgotten a lot of words and how they were pronounced.

But luckily the girl was unlike most you knew — she didn't laugh or look angry or disgusted — instead she just hummed for a second. "Would you like some warm peppermint tea? It helps with migraines and pacifies feelings of nausea" she asked calmly, to which you replied with a soft nod. She got up and left to get some tea while you just stared into nothingness.

It felt really odd talking to her. Not because she was eccentric or you didn't like her, it's just that she wasn't like a lot of people you had seen. She was like a soft, smooth feather while everyone else were sharp stones you'd find on the ground. Not even Tsukasa was like her, even though you liked him the way he was. This entire day was a collection of odd events. A sudden army of strangeness and excitement attacking you after years of monotone nothingness. You really weren't used to this.

"(Naaaame)" Tsukasa drawled out to you, pawing at your shoulder to catch your attention. You felt a pang of guilt; he was so happy and excited to see you again and you couldn't even reciprocate. Did your reaction upset him? Well you couldn't be blamed here, but you also didn't want him to be sad. He was currently the only one who loved you, and the only one you loved.

Much to your surprise, Tsukasa wasn't upset with you. On the contrary he started patting your head. His hand was much cleaner, no longer messing around with fish corpses. "I'm sorry 'bout the fish, my bad. It didn't really look nice" he mumbled. You wished his hand got glued to your head so it would stay there forever. You didn't want him to go away again.

After a while, the red-haired boy returned with a bunch of cleaning supplies, happily humming as he did. The gentle girl with yellow-green eyes returned to you with a cup of steaming tea, which had a gentle scent of mint. While you enjoyed your delicious tea, Tsukasa went off to get muffins, and the greenette girl notified the exasperated redhead that Tsukasa had carried the fish corpse all around the place. Now that you observed the floor, you noticed specks of fish blood everywhere. You couldn't help but feel bad for the redhead, who you think is called Natsuhiko.

All in all, this entire day truly was a collection of odd events. But not all of them were necessarily negative. You exhaled a breath as you drank another gulp of warm tea.

You were still endlessly euphoric about reuniting with Tsukasa.

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Bonus Scene When You Were Sleeping!

You were fast asleep, snuggling close to Tsukasa. Being transported by the Koku Joudai seemed to have drained a lot of energy from you, and it additionally made you dizzy. Other than a few whispers here and there, the rest of the broadcasting club room was silent. But Sakura and Natsuhiko occasionally giving stares seemed to be noise enough. Tsukasa was murmuring things into your ear as you lay against his shoulder. He cradled you in his arms and stroked your head, and it was unlike anything the pair had seen before. It wasn’t everyday that Tsukasa lovingly cooed at someone. Even when he glomped Sakura he never caressed her nor crooned at her. The sight was like a bright blue moon.

Finally, Natsuhiko had enough. He required a detailed and thorough clarification. "Um chibi? Chibi!" he called out to Tsukasa. Even more to his surprise, Tsukasa gave him an irritated look and made a shushing gesture.

"Are you sure this is a good idea? He already seems to be hostile towards you because of your flirtations to that girl" Sakura pointed out, putting her book down.

Natsuhiko gasped in joy. "Is my lady worried about me!?"

Sakura deadpanned at him. "We really need to get back to what we were doing before" Natsuhiko nodded, still beaming happily.

"Chibi! Can you at least answer us from there?" he whispered to Tsukasa. Tsukasa glowered back at him but nodded begudgingly, holding on to you.

"Who is that girl? Is she your friend?" Tsukasa hummed for a moment, then shook his head. "No, I don't think we're just friends".

Natsuhiko almost exclaimed out, but luckily Sakura clamped her hand over his mouth. He sheepishly smiled as she gave him a warning glare.

"Are you two lovers then?" Sakura asked, but the very thought itself perplexed her. Tsukasa? In love? Dating someone? It made as much sense as the Second Law of Thermodynamics. Something so puzzling that you just avoided the whole topic entirely.

"Yeah, I think so!"

"Chibi has a sweetheart!? Does the girl even know that she's his sweetheart?" Natsuhiko hissed, hopelessly stunned.

Tsukasa pouted, scowling at him. He was getting more and more annoyed at Natsuhiko. First he flirted with her, then he started distracting him with silly and obvious questions, and now he's doubting that you love him! Of course you love him, anything otherwise is ridiculous. "She does know! She told me she loves me! And I love her too so that makes us lovers!"

"That's nice, we're happy for you" Sakura quickly intervened. Tsukasa wasn't very pleasant when upset. It was best to just let him be.

"But my lady, there's another problem" Natsuhiko frowned at Sakura. He was as quiet as a mouse, and only Sakura could hear him. "If she's dating the shrimp, does she know about that?"

Sakura bit her lip. She looked over to Tsukasa, where he had returned to crooning at your sleeping form. Her chest tightened momentarily, because no, you probably didn't. And even if you did, things won't end well.

"…I'll speak to Tsukasa later about this" she sighed. Her already sleepy face looked even more exhausted, so much that Natsuhiko furrowed his brows and went to get her some tea. Tsukasa was so happy, and presumably you were too. Happiness was as brief as a drop of honey, one you should hold on to and savour as long as you can. It would be best to just let the two of you be, content in your own worlds.

But Sakura wondered if it would be kinder to just tell you the harsh truth. You'll find out sooner or later.

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Rumours:

Amane didn’t recognize Reader at first because he didn’t really know her very well. Also it's been 50 years so :P. But Tsukasa recognised her immediately because he loves her :3

Reader is. Very motion sickness (projection lololol)

Natsuhiko likes you but he will keep his distance from you. For safeties.

Tsukasa has been locked away for some decades so he is. Not very #ok. He's more eerier and violent than before :0

Reader will never eat seafood again. Fish in particular.

Proudly spreading the biology nerd Tsukasa propaganda…. >:3

Tsukasa already didn't have very good skills and knowledge about comforting and boundaries, and his isolation for decades has kinda worsened it. He knows how to comfort in his own way when he wants to, but it needs to be shoved in his face that someone is #notok.

Tsukasa and Reader's relationship is somewhat inspired by Hyuluka, except currently there’s less conflict and resentment.

I get annoyed when the Reader in "x reader" fanfics have no relationships/bonds with other characters, so I'm making her have a dynamic with others as well :3.

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Taglist: @mary-lennox-1955 @thegirlthatdoeslikemusicals @mae-dice-edits @cherrrrrrrrrrrrry @keltheartist @pretty-tsukasanist

[thequietkid-moonie]

⸺ Tsukasa Yugi

⚘ Darling is a powerful exorsist (Yandere)

⚘ Gyaru S/O is constantly made fun of

⚘ Kiss me once then kiss me twice then kiss me once again ~

⚘ You, you, you and only you, no need of someone else (Yandere Hakano & Yandere Tsukasa)

⚘ Getting away from them only to have a moment alone of peace (Yandere)

⚘ Sharing a darling (Yandere Hanako & Yandere Tsukasa)

✧˖°.☾ Main masterlist || Mixed masterlist ✧˖°.☾

[hoe-days]

I’m doing my thing and walking in circles while listening to music and I just got the idea for a Moz x Reader based on Can You Feel the Love Tonight (Lion King Version), but then I was like that’d be better for Tsukasa or Hyoga. But then I listened to the original again and oml. That song is so good for Moz or Ryusui.

[deicidic-doll]

METAXU

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"We cannot change anything unless we accept it".

— Carl Jung

"Acceptance is the road to all change".

— Bryant McGill

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Redamancy — To love someone who loves you back. In short, reciprocal love.

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You roam through seas and mountains

Trying to find the answer

But all will be granted when you change

And give instead of claiming all

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↳﹒⌗﹒˙YUGI TSUKASA

"Are you not happy (Name)?"

↳﹒⌗﹒˙(SURNAME) (NAME)

"No that's not — please just listen!"

↳﹒⌗﹒˙YASHIRO NENE

"I know! But I'm just so worried! And he won't even talk openly with me!"

↳﹒⌗﹒˙YUGI AMANE HANAKO

"Look I really wish I could understand him but I just can't. It's like he's always been in a different world".

↳﹒⌗﹒˙MINAMOTO KOU

"Maybe we can keep her hostage and get him to surrender — like in those kidnapping movies!"

↳﹒⌗﹒˙MITSUBA SOUSUKE

"Why're you always babying him so much? He's scary!"

↳﹒⌗﹒˙MINAMOTO TERU

"That's…odd".

↳﹒⌗﹒˙NANAMINE SAKURA

"I'm not sure what you see in him, but it is your life".

↳﹒⌗﹒˙HYUUGA NATSUHIKO

"Runt!? You haven’t kidnapped an actual student have you!?".

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[crescentmoonfallen]

Here me out y'all

Dr stone x assassination classroom

Basically I would say a year or two after the assassination the petrification happens

You/the reader was a student of class E

Meets and starts dating tsukasa ( because I said so)

The whole story plays out ( the whole Dr stone story)

You want to find and revive your old classmates and teachers, kinda like one big reunion

[deicidic-doll]

GENESIS

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"Acceptance is the first step towards peace".

— Lori Deschene

"Happiness can only exist in acceptance".

— George Orwell

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Error — A deviation from accuracy or correctness.

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This wasn’t supposed to happen.

You weren’t supposed to exist.

You are not of this world. 

Yet you crave so intensely to be

apart of it

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↳﹒⌗﹒˙YUGI TSUKASA

"I just have to remove the main problem here".

↳﹒⌗﹒˙(SURNAME) (NAME)

"You matter the most to me".

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[deicidic-doll]

I'M IN LOVE WITH A FAIRYTALE

Synopsis: You can't be happy forever. Especially not you.

Contains: Nightmares, supernatural activity, mild surrealism, mild gore, blood, dissociation, nausea, starvation, multiple attempts at suicide, mildly implied religious abuse, implied torture, vomit, mentions of harassment and suicide, reader overthinks a lot, reader assumes stuff a lot, reader is once again jealous of Amane (I swear I love the guy but reader has #otherideas), heavy angst? (idk different people have different ideas of angst), whump, no comfort, suicide, major yet canonical character death etc.

A.n: I've been struggling with mental health and exams and stuff, hence the unannounced hiatus. Also my apartment building went on fire, author's curse is real it seems :P. I feel kinda bad coming back with a no-comfort and angsty chapter :\.

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I'm in love with a fairytale

Even though it hurts

'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind

I'm already cursed

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Y̸̮͕͚͔̥͖̿̄̓́͑̒͑̕ó̵̡̏̕͘͝ū̷̢͙͚̮̫̩̅̾̂͛͐̏̕ ̴̺͓̥̊͛a̸̲̹͌̐̑́r̷̡̡̤͍͙̹̠̟̟͍̃̔̅͒̈̓̎ẻ̵͖͖̼̤̩̮̬̄̈̔̏̄̃͂ ̴̧̘̳̞̖͎̗͇̭̀́́̀́͠ũ̵̹̾n̸̫͖͚̽͒̈́̎͘w̶̥̯̿͒͋̾̈̎͌͋̈́̆o̶͓̼̰̣̼̽͜ṛ̷̢͇̳̪̇͘ͅṱ̷̘̪̗̙̺̐͆́̾̐̃̅̈́̔̌h̷͕͉̗̎͑̊̚͠y̴̨̨̞̺̰̖̫̠̔͛͋̅̕̕͜ ̴̩͙̭͙̏̄͒͛̄̓̽̓͝o̴̭͉͔̪̍̅͂̄́̈͘f̸͎̱̩̼̘͆̌̑̒͘͝ ̸̧̹̼͉̙͇̰͌̂ͅḩ̵̤̮̟͓͈͎̮̩̟̅̿̇ư̵̛̱̆͛̓̊̓m̵̢̩̽͗̚a̶̡͙̥̰͕͓̯̠̖͒̓͗̽̆͐̿̾̅̑͜ǹ̸̪̏̈͆͝ ̴̦̺̓j̶̣̟͍͛͑͘͝o̶̡̳̠̖̓̓͗͝y̷͕͚͕̤̎͛̃̕͜͝

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̴͕̅̍̾W̸̻̥̣̜͎̰̹͓̑͛̍̆͋͑ͅa̶̱̠̯̦͕̬̪̜̽̉̒͐͜ẗ̶͖̺͔̖̻̤͚̯̫̔̉͂̚͜c̵̲̭̎͑̉̓͆̇̄̚h̶͍̋͝ ̴̧̟̤͔̬̅ǫ̷̧͓̥͓͍͙̲̈́̍̍͛̍͛͂̄͠͝ų̴̡͕͕͉̝̝́̇͋̌t̶̫̫̟̗̦̆̉̅͒̃̇̂̌͘͘ ̴̨̟̠̺͎̲̰̩̳̘͘f̵̮̪̒͋̊̒̚ơ̶̝̈́̉͊̀̅̀̊̕ͅr̵͖͔̓̕ ̶̨̡͖̜̬̰̳̣͛͐ȩ̵̮̗̦̬̦̼̹̒̈́̅̔̎͐̊͆͝ͅv̵̱͍̥̮̬́̕͜e̶̛̛̥͕̺͓͇͓̓̿̓̄͆̕̚ṙ̶̺̼̻̠́̄̀̈́̔̚͝ͅy̶̝̪͑ ̸̺̝̻̠̳͠m̴̧̭̩̣͎̖̤͉̗̳͒͠ò̵͕̰̹̼̳͔̝̘͊͗͠m̸͔̠̘̑̆̈́͝ȩ̶̝̣̝͌̀̈́̔̀̎̕̚n̸̢̘̳̈͝t̷̢͉̯̭̫͓̠͎̂͆ ̷̡̭͎̝̠̥͔̃̊̔̃́̓́̕͠͠ȯ̷̧̮͠ͅf̷̟̭̬̅͊͂͂ ̸̛̼̫͉̭̘̜̐̈́̉̾̊̄̀̽ͅḥ̴̡̯̭̠͕̱̝͖̅̈́̏̌͆̈́̚͝͠a̸̟͑̃͌̓͑̕p̶̝̼̥̝͚̰̦̀̎ͅp̸̤͕͕͗̃̀́͝i̸̢͙̫̘͈̔̅͊̐̈́̇̕̚̚͝n̷͈̄͂̎͛̇̔̈́͒͗̕ę̶͋̎̏̀͘̕͠s̴͍̪͎̤̞͔̯̮̻̻̃̀͛̅s̷̡͇̬̩̗̳̓̆ͅ ̵̭̗̠̬̘̂̅͜f̴̛̤̬̤͓͈̼̂͜ͅö̴̮̭̳̠́͋̅͛͂̓̃̐͠͝ͅṟ̸̢̨͖̱͌̑̈̃͜ ̸̧̡̹̬̬̩̺̯̥̦̓͛͆̒̽͘ì̷̛̺̘̲̯͈̦̘̼̞͌̐̓t̴̢͕̲̯̄̍͊̓̃̕̕ ̸̢̫̜̰͙̿̒͂̋̀͠í̴̍͝ͅs̴͕̐ ̸̜̘̬̙̭̞̮͑̉͐̇̈́͐̂̈͆͘͜m̷̡͖͇̤͈̘̮̀ͅę̸̪̤̙͙̜͕͙̯̩͋̑͆́̓̔̈̄͘͘r̴̨͓̳͈̫̝̅̑̐̒̄̚̕ȩ̶̥̹̥̗̣̭̟̳̿̔ļ̵̛̦͍͉̰̀͑̃̚̚͘͘͝͠y̶͍͂̍͑͆́́͘͘͝ ̸̛̞͍̲͖̖͕̪͒̓̅͑̂͊ä̸̢̘̣̱̻̖̺͖̲́͗̆ ̵̢̧̧̛̪̮̹̻̝͇̩̊̒͂̒̆͗c̵̖̝̣̦͍͔̫͆̉͐̍͊̾͘͠͠u̶̗̜̯͉̠͙̣͛̉̋̇̄̚͘ṛ̶̨̧͓̗̘̣̼̮͊̕͘t̵͔͎̝̜͈̉͒̆̊̿a̴̢̖̳̲̰̮̼̹̻̿̋̈́̄͜į̶̛͔̩̰͚͖̬͐̽̉̅̅̊͌͗͝ń̷̨̺̻̟̜̭̝̖̃̑̿̈̓͊ ̶̨͙̟̾͊̅͛̓̾̋ȟ̷̯̎̕i̸̡̛̙̫̳͉̝̺̘͔̮͋̿̀̾̎͘͝͝d̷̻͉̬̩̗͑̔̍̏͒̅̕ǐ̴̼̥̠̾n̶̹̮͖̳͔̘͚̐͑̊̈́̈g̶̨̡̛̦͓͉̠̰̩̪̈́͛̔́̈́͠͝͝ͅ ̵̡̻͙̗̌̓̿͂̀t̴̻̯̎̍͒͗̓̿h̶̡̠͚͖̳͚̕͜è̵͇̺̼̼̦̃̇̿̍̌̚ ̶͛͜ẖ̴̥̅̔͆̃̀̎̃̓͐a̶͖̜̞͔̤͖̼̜̹̞̋̌͛́̈́̆̈́̔͑̏r̸̡̢̠̼̦̗̈̓̀̆͒̀̂͒͘͘s̵̡̛͎͚̪̜̈́̅͒̎͊͂̚͝͝h̸̠̹͉͇̞͕̖͆̎͌̂̏̽̐͘͠ ̸̫̻̮̮̥͉̠̯̗͒̈͘ͅṱ̶̢̛̳̥͌͂͘r̶͓̱̈͒̏̔͆̏̃͒̂̇u̷̳͈̣͕̠̞̮̟͌̃ͅt̷̨̡̠͇̖͓͓̀̀͌͊̌̓̕͜h̶̲̦̟͔͈̘̯̝͎̗̑̈́̆̓́͌̍̅̈

Perfect petals fluttered and danced about before landing softly on the grassy ground — like an ensemble of lovely ballerinas. A grandiose yet majestic cherry tree was right behind the pair of you, looming over like the most gorgeous canopy of all. If it had been a little brighter, there would've been a massive shadow caused by it — but it was rather dim, rather gloomy. It was chilly and windy, and the sky was so invaded with blues and greys a storm seemed inevitable. Yet it was calm. The eerie yet unusually comforting calm before the storm; it was a lot like a thin sheer curtain.

You could still see through it, especially something obvious, but sometimes people pretended to not see.

But you didn't mind the glum weather. It was pleasantly cool, and most importantly quiet.

Peaceful. Normal. Just him and you and you and him, sitting all alone under a pretty tree. No one else. Nothing else.

The perfect normal life of a real human.

And even if it did rain, you two could simply go inside your home; you both were only in the backyard, and a rather large and beautiful one at that. With the grass kept neat and trimmed, which nevertheless swished in the cool wind. And it still contained it's natural comfort, with flowers blooming and blossoming in all the right places. Not too elaborately but neither very simplistically — the balance was perfect and lovely.

It was even lovelier as Tsukasa wrapped his arms around you — one arm around your waist and the other's palm splayed across your back. He let out a soft noise, something between a sleepy murmur and a low hum, as his face snuggled into the crook of your neck. And no matter how many times he would do this — or any other affectionate gesture — the same fuzzy, pleasurable warmth still spread across your very being. It was like pouring sweet, warm honey.

His hair had that gentle, cozy, yet clean smell of shampoo, and his breath was warm and sweet. You nuzzled into his head, inhaling the scent as you embraced him tightly, and you could feel his warm ticklish breath against your neck

There was a soft twinkling sound, one you enjoyed but didn't pay that much attention to. Because as expected — a drop of cool rainwater fell on your head. You sighed. You had to go back inside, and leave your eden of equanimity. Oh well, it's not like your home was less comforting.

"We need to get inside now Tsukasa, it's gonna rain — probably even storm".

You loosened your grip on Tsukasa, and he slipped off rather easily. But he didn't respond and his face stayed hidden, turned to the side.

You frowned.

"Tsukasa? We need to go inside. We can just cuddle in bed y'know. Or eat some jam-filled donuts".

He remained silent and unmoving. You reached for him, but then let out a choked gasp as the ground beneath you crumbled and gave away.

Fuck.

Dread and shock consumed you as you swung your limbs about wildly, trying to grab onto the air as you fell into nothingness.

Oh no. Oh god. Oh no. Why are you even calling for god anyway? God did this to you.

God condemned you and sentenced you to this fate.

You jolted up and landed with crash on to the floor, the carpet just barely cushioning your fall.

What?

What on earth-

Where were you? What?

Unless the whole world was having their colours mixed like runny marker ink, your vision was spinning. Your chest heaved as you tried to feel the ground with your hands, and hoped that it wouldn't fall apart as well. The twinkling sound of your alarm was more like a cacophony — like a nursery rhyme playing in the middle of a cemetery.

Your top was stuck to your body in cold sweat, and the lingering dregs of immense panic still resided in your chest. You winced as your body ached, and your head felt like someone swung at it with a baseball bat.

And embarrassingly, tears couldn't help but form at the corner of your eyes. But your current predicament continued to be the most mortifying.

"Well, you should've expected that. It already told you you're not human anymore".

You didn't need to turn your head to look at her, you already knew who it was from by the voice.

Minori.

And you knew it wasn't a dream this time. Unless you've been dreaming for two days straight.

"Heaven and hell may not exist, but karma sure does".

But you did wish this was a dream.

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"Some of you may already be aware of this, especially due to how high-scale and outright petrifying this incident is, but several 2nd and 3rd year students from the Kamome Middle School division have faced a great misfortune. They have either gone missing or have gotten murdered."

You had expected the crowds of students to erupt with gasps and hushed gossip. However, there were only a few near inaudible exclamations of shock and murmurs, probably out of respect for the dead — which surprised you because you didn’t think they were capable of that decency. But everyone seemed to collectively agree that if someone died they died, and if someone went missing it was accepted that they were dead too, simply waiting for their bodies to be discovered.

The entire school was in the assembly hall, gathered for a kind of memorial. Large banners of semi-censored images of students were at the very front, with large bundles of flowers placed nearby. School had opened right after the weekends — in your opinion the break was rather short. Only one day off? But then again it was combined with the weekends; it still seemed pretty less anyhow.

The head teacher continued with his speech, his usual stoic expression having more aspects of solemnity.

"It is heavily suspected that the murders and disappearances are connected, and they are apart of a larger and more malicious scheme. We strongly urge all students to be constantly on guard and remain vigilant".

But it's not like this event mattered all too much to you — you had tuned out most of the shallow speeches the teachers and student council members were giving about staying safe both in and out of school, and how this will never happen again.

Just a bunch of empty promises, attempting to save the people from worry, but never from actual threats. The very students within these halls have got harassed and assaulted, sometimes even driven to suicide. Only for the entire thing to be hushed up. But there's no way to cover this up, or else they would most definitely have done that.

But you were more worried if they found you or Tsukasa suspicious in any shape or form. You being suspicious made a lot of sense — since you just happened to be the only member of a large friend group that didn’t have something horrible happen to them. That and you had killed the only other living member of the friend group. Tsukasa just looked like a random guess.

But that wasn’t really all that was bugging you.

"Are you feeling all right, (Surname)-san?"

A calm gentle voice broke through the wall of your malignant thoughts. You turned around to see a classmate of yours. The person looked worried yet composed.

Your body had been unnaturally still and your palms sweaty. Your eyes had that one look people get when they're lost in an another world far, far away.

More like lost in the endless depths of hell.

Nevertheless, you replied with something that would soothe — more like appease — the person. You doubted opening up to them would be of help. They couldn’t really assist in any way, and neither would they ever understand.

No one would understand, and no one has to.

"…yes, I'm alright. Thank you for asking".

You cringed as your voice still cracked despite your efforts. But you couldn’t be blamed here — your throat felt so dry and rough.

Your classmate didn’t look convinced, but luckily they didn’t insist any further. Thank goodness someone here has some sense of tact, but you couldn’t be talking.

There was seemingly no other choice than slowly sinking into your despair.

What worsened it all was no matter how thoroughly you scrutinized the room, you couldn’t find him anywhere.

There was no trace of Tsukasa, almost as if he were a ghost.

The rest of the school day had passed in it's usual dull, formulaic manner — except for the rabble of your pitying classmates right in front of your desk. They buzzed with shallow sympathies and compassion that were merely there for decorum.

" (Surname)-chan I just heard about all this, are you okay!?"

"I'm very sorry about this incident, how could this happen?"

"All of them dead? Goodness…"

"I'm scared…"

It felt sickening. You felt sick.

All of them so desperate to be saints, not once wondering if their presence or their help is actually wanted.

They don't actually care. They only care about manners and polite smiles. If they did they wouldn't go back to normal the very next day or so.

You would rather they weren't trying to talk to you at all; you would've preferred that they ignored you entirely. Then you wouldn't be obligated to return every one of their superficial etiquette with your own insincerity.

It felt so painfully exhausting, you genuinely felt nauseous. Your head spun like a humming top and it felt like someone slammed it against a surface repeatedly. You hadn't slept well, because you just couldn't fall sleep.

"Good. I hope the memory of your sins keep you awake forever".

Her voice reached your ear, yet you didn't turn back nor reply.

When you had first started to hear it — the morning after your night-out with Tsukasa — you had reacted far strongly. You froze in place, before immediately dashing to your room — your eternal safe haven — with a scream, and locking the door.

And you don't remember when you came out. You don't even know why you didn't come out, since she had appeared in there as well to torment you. And eventually you grew used to it. There wasn’t really anything else you could do.

But you still felt that feeling. Something that made you want to crumble to the floor and curl up and cover your eyes with your eyes as the world fades out of existence.

It's not even like it existed to begin with. This isn't even real.

"True, however the emotions and fantasies and desires you feel are very much real".

Oh whatever — it doesn't matter.

"Wh- (Surname)-san where are you going!?"

Unable to contain this any longer, you stood up, pushed everyone away and rushed to the bathroom.

On your way, others saw you in your feverish, sickened state. But it didn't matter anyways. You heard their voices call out to you, but you couldn't make out their words. They were like gibberish hums.

The entrance to the girl's bathroom finally graced your vision, and a small sense of gratitude and relief washed over you. It was quickly replaced by heaviness though.

The door ripped open and slammed shut as you entered. You just hoped no one else was in here. You didn't want anyone seeing you like this.

You stormed and stumbled towards a clean empty compartment, and vomited into the toilet. Tears fell down your face as the stomach acid stung your throat. You were surprised you could even throw up. You hadn't eaten anything for who knows how long. You waited until you finally gagged out all of the sickness, your face green and sweaty.

"How are you still alive with that massive lack of sleep, food and wat- Oh wait, never mind".

Minori and her cold, empty and monotone voice had followed you in here. As usual. You almost felt like strangling her again, if you could.

"Of course you do. Well, go on then. Try it".

Almost.

Instead you shakily picked yourself up and walked over to the sink to clean your face and your mouth. The cold stream of water only welcomed you momentarily, before stinging and burning your hands with it's overwhelming chill.

You couldn't strangle her. You hated that feeling of pulse right underneath your hands as it slowly ticked away until stopping. Stopping at the unnatural time it wasn't supposed to.

And worst of all Tsukasa wasn't even here.

He was never there, was he?

Other than Minori, what bothered you was that after that night-out the two of you had, Tsukasa hasn’t been in contact with you at all.

He didn’t answer any of your calls, neither did he send you any. You were actually eager about phone calls for once. You wanted — you needed — some help and comfort. Some explanation to what on earth was going on with your life. You felt like he would know, like he would offer — well — something to make it better. Anything.

He didn’t even come and visit you over the weekends. He said he would come over. He said he would call.

He said he loved you.

You felt a twinge of despair and melancholy as your lips thinned at the possibilities why he suddenly got so distant. None of them were really good.

Maybe he just suddenly got sick? The weather was cold, and he hadn’t been wearing proper clothes either.

Or maybe — envy and annoyance struck you — he had been spending time with Amane-kun?

He did say Amane was lonely so he'd keep him company quite often. Perhaps he considered you second place to him? Perhaps Amane-kun mattered more to Tsukasa?

That did make sense — a lot of sense. Your fears of you merely being backup were never really pacified after all. Tsukasa did say it made him happier you wanted to go to the festivals with him, since dear Amane didn't want to go.

Or maybe he got cold feet about you? Changed his mind? He did say your wish was somewhat granted. His job was done, no?

You hid your face in your hands, shook your head lightly — hoping that no one alive entered the bathroom. Honestly you never thought of it like this — probably since you got too lost in ecstasy — he only came to you to grant you a wish. That was all there was, wasn’t it?

Your nails dug into your wrist as you held it under the forgotten stream of running water. Your foot wouldn't stop tapping on the floor.

Sure, you two know a little bit about each other — but that opened up to worse possibilities. Tsukasa had seemingly never opened up to anyone else; he doesn’t have any genuine, loving and sincere bonds nor connections. What if he just came to you out of the need for emotional intimacy? What if when you mortifyingly clung to him in that classroom, he realized you were vulnerable, and you too sought someone's affection?

What if he just took advantage of it all, and now that he's done granting your wish and getting all the love he needed he's left you?

Reluctant pearls of tears pricked at the side of your eyes as you felt something suffocating stuck in your throat. You sloppily wiped your eyes, which only made more tears spill out. You threw some water at your face — which sloppily sprayed on your uniform — and wiped it. You just kept your face in your hands, and you were glad that Minori's voice had quietened temporarily.

Goodness, all you wanted was to sink into floor — to disappear this very second.

Everything just seemed to feel horrible, your head seemed to be clouded with all the negativity in the world. Shame, disbelief, upset.

Strangely enough not any hatred, nor any anger — not at Tsukasa anyways.

You couldn't bring yourself to hate the one you love. And perhaps this was divine retribution for your crimes. For everything you've done. For everything you are.

Your head hurt. Everything hurt.

God, you hated living. But god knew that already.

You had hoped it's words — and their words — weren’t true but you've been running away from the truth for too long.

You were not human. You will not be able to live a normal life. Especially since you had already taken a life.

The mirror showed you your reflection, which was rather faint. You wiped your wet face with a handkerchief, and tried to pat the wet patches in your uniform to dry them.

You heard people murmuring as they tentatively entered the bathroom, and you groaned.

Two girls entered, with wary and concerned faces. Their whispers came to a halt as they observed you from far away, while you just stared back blankly. There was an awkward silence, except for the tap running.

One of them finally spoke up.

"Um, (Surname)-san, are you alright? You look rather unwell".

Obviously. Why are they so surprised and confused? It's only logical someone isn't all sunshine and rainbows after all their friends died, even though that wasn’t exactly the reason why you weren’t well.

"Of course I'm fine, best I've been my whole life!" you blurted out sarcastically before you could stop yourself. They gasped in disbelief, backing away slightly like you were swinging around a gun.

What did it matter anyways, what did you have left to lose? Tsukasa — whether he genuinely cared about you or not — did free you to some extent.

You didn't have to be a puppet. It was your choice.

"(Surname)-san, you're acting very strangely — we're just here to help and offer support!"

You didn't have to put up with anyone. Especially not people who didn't understand when people want some space to themselves.

"It would help me more if you left me alone. I don't want to talk. I want to be alone." you phrased out much more clearly.

But there wasn’t much point in acting wildly and aggressively. If you truly want peace from others, you will in turn have to act peacefully.

The pair of girls looked somewhat offended, yet they didn’t protest. From the fleeting yet sour look they gave you before murmuring something and leaving told you that they weren’t really content. A few rumours may fly around and you might get lots of stares and pointing fingers; but it didn’t matter. You couldn’t control what others thought or did, and therefore you shouldn’t have to bother yourself with it so much. It was far out of your control.

It took you long — way too long — to realize it. You didn’t need to conform to norms or anything at all to begin with.

Of course going against expectations causes pain and difficulty. Everything in life does. If you truly want to live, you're going to have to suffer and struggle and little bit. As much as it's bothersome, life would be nothing without it's difficulty.

Of course it's okay to be afraid of pain and challenges. Especially since all the students Tsukasa killed were fearsome in how cruel they were. Being yourself now will result in rumours at worse. You don't want to imagine what the others would've done yo you if you acted like this.

Perhaps you'd be the one who'd end up dead and deceased. Tsukasa made it safer for you — he can't completely erase all your pain but he can reduce them.

Even if it seemed like he just used and abandoned you.

You shook your head, and went back to the tap to collect some water to splash on your face. The tap had been running this entire time, which made you cringe a bit at the huge waste. Nevertheless you wiped your face, and looked at yourself in the mirror.

Did Tsukasa actually do anything?

Well, he did suddenly become very distant without any explanation. And he was acting oddly after the theme park.

But you couldn’t just make assumptions and get obsessed with them. Tsukasa using you is simply a possibility. You're just gonna ask him when you find him — it's not like he's gonna disappear forever.

"But what if he do-"

You viciously splashed water at her, teeth gritting in the frustration that you didn't have something sturdier to throw at her. Your eye twitched, especially as the water went right through her, and she remained as unfazed and monotone as ever.

You hated that you couldn’t hurt her the same way her words struck a nerve within you. She was a lot like god. She made every moment worst if she wished to, but she herself was untouchable.

All you could do was scream and yell. Not that it got anything out of Minori either.

"He won't- no he won't! He won't just disappear! He can't just disappear!"

There was really no point in it. All you got from her was nonchalance. Instead it was you who had got even more hysterical.

With a final frustrated scream, you stomped out of the bathroom, eyes shiny and watery. No one was nearby somehow. Thankfully you were alone.

But you really wondered how you were meant to just go back to your classroom like nothing happened. Or look at anyone in the eye even though you haven’t done anything particularly wrong to them.

Well you didn’t have to go back to your classroom. It was a free period. But what else could you do? You hadn't brought anything to eat or drink, so no enjoying lunch.

Wait.

Your brows furrowed, yet you weren’t really upset. It was quite the opposite — you were illuminated with hope.

Tsukasa has lots of friends. Why not just ask some of them about him? Maybe you could figure something out about his disappearance!

After all, your life won't be one worth living without him. That's the one thing you'll never be able to accept.

———

You have sinned by being selfish and deceitful.

Your very being is of greed and envy.

Will you atone and reach Nirvana?

Or will the vicious cycle continue to whirl?

For you have taken a life, and shown your disregard to them.

This will not go freely without consequences. Without karma.

This was a tad bit frustrating.

Actually, it was very frustrating. You had spent several minutes hunting through the entire Kamome Middle School division. You did find some of Tsukasa's friends, but they were all either just as unaware as you, or they gave you a short and worried glance and ran off.

How quickly do rumours even spread? Was this odd behaviour caused by false gossip? What even was the rumour to begin with — to have such an effect on people? You just asked for some space, the most you expected was talk of you being cold and aloof.

You had trekked the entire building and it's yards and gardens, and had ended up on the rooftop. It was deserted entirely, which made you groan and flop down on to a nearby bench. You arched your back, draped your arms around the seat, closed your eyes, leaned back — anything to make the tough and sturdy lump of wood more comfy. It's not like they were built for people to sleep on them, but they were supposed to be enjoyable and relaxing.

The sky was rather dim, yet not really dark. It was that colour drainage that occurred in the winter. And even though the sun was up, it was just barely as bright compared to the summer afternoons.

It felt so cold. Even though you usually liked the cold.

"Um, (Surname)-chan?"

A soft male voice called out for you. He had tones of hesitancy yet politeness in his tone. There was something strangely grim about it.

"Hm?"

It was the same way one would speak at a funeral.

"C-can I talk to you for a second? I heard you were asking about Tsukasa-kun?"

Your eyes snapped open, and your head whirled to face the boy. He had a small, nervous look on his face, and his foot tapped repeatedly on the floor. There weren’t any hints of ill-intent, and he didn’t look like he was lying or up to something. You decided he was trustworthy.

"Do you know if-" he interrupted you midway through, rather breathlessly. He just wouldn’t look you in the eye.

"Um uh… I think it's best if you come over nearer to the railing with me". You frowned, confused.

"Why? What's wrong with just sitting here?"

"Well-" he started, genuinely looking like he didn’t want to be here. He paused a bit, phrasing his words as carefully as he can. It was like he was tiptoeing around them, like one would in a heavily booby-trapped room.

Was he planning on pushing you off the off the roof? Otherwise you couldn’t make sense of him.

"There'll be more fresh air near there, you know? I just- feel like it would create… a more suited atmosphere" he forced out finally. He was still avoiding your gaze.

Your throat felt dry, and you could almost hear your heart beat in fear and anticipation. Why was he acting so strange?

What had happened to Tsukasa?

"Why!? What's going on, did something happen to-"

"(Surname)-chan, please!" he burst out anxiously. "I would like to get this over with as quickly as possible, and-and wouldn’t you as well? You want to know what happened with Tsukasa-kun right? Let's just finish this quickly. Please".

And without another word, he rushed over to the railing. Not only were you fearful, you were also bewildered. What on earth was going on?

Left with no other choice, you went over to him. Blood thundered through your veins as your breathing grew heavier.

Something bad had happened. That's all you knew. Something terrible had happened.

And as much as you were sharp enough to guess accurately, you really didn’t want to.

Even though you were next to him, he still refused to look at you. The boy's face was conflicted, but he had already made a decision.

He inhaled deeply, slowly. "I- um- so- (Surname)-san, you probably knew Tsukasa a little bit yes?"

You nodded stiffly. You had to resist the urge to snap at him and tell him to get to the point.

"So you might have known that, uh, he's not…. the closest to his family".

"Yes.. Go on…"

"And I- um- I'm sorry- I'm sorry-" he broke off, covering his face in his hands.

Oh no.

Oh no no no no no-

Stop-

"Tsukasa-kun has died" the boy choked out finally.

Oh, how you wished everything just stopped. You couldn’t handle this. You couldn’t even process this.

"I- how!?"

Your voice cracked. Tears pricked at your eyes again. Your tone of voice was of someone who didn’t want to believe how quickly their life was crumbling.

All this time you were trying to find the reason behind Tsukasa's disappearance. Making guesses, trying to find reason. You were horrified at some of the assumptions. But never did you once think that he died. That was a limit — the limit.

And the fact that you thought he had used and abandoned you. Just having assumed such a thing made you curl up with shame. Tsukasa could never.

Your own hand clamped you mouth shut as a hysterical laugh escaped. There was something lodged in your throat. Your pupils were dilated, the black dot widening to eat away at all the (e/c).

You could never have imagined such a horror. Because it wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t supposed to happen. A violation of nature. A violation of you. This wasn’t normal.

Something had occurred. Something changed the course of future. Something had fractured fate.

The boy opened his mouth, yet all that exited was a shaky exhale. His bottom lip shook just slightly. He shook his head before attempting to leave. And as much as anything more would just hurt you further, you wanted to know.

He was forced to stop in his tracks. You had grabbed grabbed his wrist tightly with your free hand, and tugged him back.

"Please, just tell me — how!? What happened to him-"

"It was Amane-kun!"

And with every moment, things just seem to get worse.

He looks back at you, finally facing you fully. His teary face was revealed at last.

Before you could gasp out the many questions in your head, he continued. You had coaxed the harsh truth out of him. He can’t just stop midway in the destruction.

"Tsukasa-kun's own brother, Yugi Amane, killed him. The whole Yugi family is dead. Deceased — gone. The bodies were just found today — some hours ago — but the news spread like wildfire".

Your life won't be worth living without Tsukasa. You had told him that yourself. You could teach yourself to accept anything — your parents' neglect, judgement from society, yourself — anything. Anything but this.

You couldn’t accept this.

And that was why after you freed the boy and he ran off in tears, you finally gave up. You had had enough.

That was why shrill screams and shocked gasps and horrified tears echoed across the school. As your blood and bones and flesh splattered across the field. Your body met the soft ground of the garden with a sharp, heavy thud — one that seemed to reverberate for the next few years. Your shoes were found discarded on the rooftop, silently remaining as the loudest proof.

And for the next few days, weeks, months — rumours circulated like always. It was expected, really. Whispers and murmurs circling the question: "Why had she committed suicide?"

Speculations rose and fell, logic and random guesses blended together. And as the years passed, it all twisted like the thorny vines of a wild rosebush.

But little did they all know, the girl hadn’t actually died.

Actually did she die?

Normal living beings — humans in particular — die. The girl wasn’t human. She wasn’t even of this world, yet she craved it so dearly. For another chance at humanity. But she had failed and sinned even further.

Which was why even as her blood drenched the fields red, and her pulse halted, her consciousness remained.

———

A cluster of pills laid in your palm. Red, orange, yellow, green, and blue — a colourful rainbow.

Rainbows aren’t meant to be swallowed. But you still did anyways. Stuffed your mouth full with more colours than you could count. Gulped it down with ice-cold water. Wheezed and spluttered as the large amount of pills got stuck in your throat.

It was so strange wasn’t it? How you weren’t alive but you still felt pain and discomfort. How your body would still fight to keep you alive.

There wasn’t any point in it anyways. You weren’t alive but you weren’t dead. You couldn’t die. But you couldn’t live either. You were trapped in between the two in an unknown intersection. The tiny claustrophobic gap that suffocated you.

The door to your bedroom opened. Your mother entered, and was met with the sight of you choking on the ground. But even as you desperately clawed at your own throat and thrashed about, her expression remained unfazed.

She couldn’t see it. She couldn’t help you if she wanted to.

This was your punishment. And death cannot free you of this.

You will be eternally caged in hell.

All you can do is atone. But you didn't know how.

People had already tried to "cleanse" you. All that did was create pain and suffering and death. It worsened your sentence.

And hence you couldn't but want to escape it.

Blood spurted out, colouring your face with scarlet. With every heartbeat, more and more of the fluid gushed out of the vertical cut on your wrist.

It was funny your heart was beating at all. You're not alive. So how come you have a functioning heart? Or fresh red blood? Even when you and your surroundings were so very drenched in blood, there was still somehow more left within you. The liquid just kept flowing out at a rapid pace, squirting everywhere like it was forced out of a clogged hose.

But you wouldn’t die. You couldn’t die.

Your father walked into the kitchen for a glass of water. Filled a cup with it and drank it. Walked out like nothing happened, as if the floor wasn’t so soaked with blood that the wooden floorboards would take days to clean and dry. Even though he had stepped in the puddles, and was walking away, leaving the marks everywhere.

It felt like a nightmare. No one else could help or save you. They couldn’t even notice or see.

There was no escape.

You can't remember how or when the blood stopped flowing. Neither could you remember when the horror ended, or if it ended at all.

You were still in the pool of your own blood. Maybe also your tears.

You wish you could see Tsukasa again.

You don't know why you jumped off — why you thought this time would be different.

Maybe because it actually would be.

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Rumours:

Remember what I said…this fic will be #angsty.

Reader wasn’t supposed to exist in this world. But she wants to stay in it.

The reason why Tsukasa had opened up to Reader last chapter was because he could tell he was going to get murdered soon. He wanted to be open and vulnerable with someone before he died.

Reader is an unknown supernatural creature, but is rather different from the typical Tbhk supernatural beings because she's from a different world. Hence, a lot of Tbhk facts and laws about supernaturals don't apply to her.

Due to Reader being from a different world, this world can often feel like a dream to her. Hence the surreal elements.

The reason why Reader's reflection was faint and she could see Minori's ghost was because she was a supernatural.

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