hi! id like to request for the event
“but what if I choose to leave?” (with yandere giran or something dark)
went with giran 💕 nothing but love for our sleazy old man
tw. fem reader, implied drugging, inappropriate quirk usage, yandere
MILESTONE CHARACTER INTERACTION EVENT
"'Choose to leave'? Sweetheart, you're acting like I'm keepin' you here against your will.” His eyes light up alongside the cigarette between his fingers as he takes a drag, perched behind his desk without a care in the world.
As always, he’s mocking you. That little smile as he pushes the smoke through the gap of his teeth, the curl of his lips when he opens his mouth afterward to say something, the light in his eyes as he looks at you over the edge of his glasses - he isn’t taking you seriously and it immediately makes anger flare up in your chest, hot and sharp. “Really wonder where you’re getting all these silly ideas from, woman”, he says and laughs a little at his own words. “Reading too much, are you?”
"I don’t think this is funny.” And you don’t. You can’t quite remember the last time you slept at your own apartment, hell, the last time you went to work. What day is it? How long have you been with him? At least a couple of days, maybe more than a week? It's dizzying and you feel like you have been here before - everything is weirdly familiar but you can't place your finger on it. You aren’t even wearing your own clothes, he put you in something scratchy, garishly colored number you’ve never seen in your life. You stare at each other for a second, his smile suddenly a little strained behind the smoke. He shakes his head at his desk, clicking his tongue in disbelief before making a sweeping gesture with his right hand. He’s looking for excuses, you just know it.
"You worry too much", he murmurs and subtly rolls his eyes as if you aren't standing right in front of him, as if you aren't genuinely distressed underneath your sharp voice.
"Do I?", you shoot back and cross your arms over your chest. He knows exactly what you mean, he knows exactly what he’s doing to you - only you aren’t too sure of it. Something is off and only he can be the source. Giran scoffs. “Always so dramatic, you’re gonna make my heart give out one of these days”, he says and takes a long drag from his cigarette before tipping the ash off.
"You're avoiding my question", you snap back, not backing down now.
“Alright, alright. If it irks you that much, go. Can’t believe it’s too much of me to want to have you around for a little while. ”, he says and throws his hands up in defeat, both defensive and dismissive. He stumps out the cigarette with a little too much force and scratches his chin in contemplation, clearly not done yet. "But at least give your old man a kiss before you go home. Don't like it when you stay mad at me, you know that." The demand is so off-color it makes you physically recoil.
"Are you serious?"
"Does it hurt you?", he shoots back, "Never said you couldn't leave, darling. Don't be like that now, hm?" “You’ll be lucky if I ever come back after this”, you say and you mean it. You’re so mad at him it takes everything you have not to strangle him right here, right now. He laughs. Again. “Aw, you’re just angry with me now. ‘Said that the last time, too.”
Your brow twitches. “I-”, you want to protest, want to slap that sly smile off his face but he is right. You did come crawling back after your last big fight, although you only remember it now that he’s mentioning it. How long has it been? You don’t even remember why you had fought.
One knowing look and you fold like a wet paper bag, ashamed and ridiculed. You feel like a child caught in a lie, small and pathetic. “See? Always so quick to fire, aren’t you?”, he smiles and gets up. You barely manage a step back before he’s right in front of you, his hand reaching for your face, a gesture you know all too well. He sighs.
The telltale clink of metal on metal jingles away at your cheek as he caresses it and you can’t stop yourself from sinking a little into his touch. He can be so good to you, but something is off - you need some distance, some time to think-
Everything turns hazy.
Your anger subsides with the sensation and you have to keep your head from lulling into his hand with all its weight. It’s nice, calming and completely makes you lose track of the whirlwind of thoughts that had made your mind spin just seconds earlier. Giran smiles down at you, warm and reassuring.
"Keeping you? Ridiculous...", he murmurs, his voice soft and eyes dark. "I’m not doing anything, darling.” You hum in response, still wrapped in cotton and more focused on his necklace than anything else. When he pulls his hand away you have half a mind not to chase it but he quickly placates you with an arm around your shoulders and a kiss to your temple. He smells like smoke and coffee and something sweet and you melt into his touch. It feels nice. Nice and safe.
"C'mon, sit down and have a drink with me", he laughs as your head swims and you can only manage to give him a loopy smile in response. “I certainly need one.”