yandere! dice arisugawa head cannons and short writing thing
||this is what happens when I don’t want to write for anything in my inbox so have a thing that no one asked for, needed, or probably even wanted.
Dice is a dumbass, let’s get that stated right now. Yandere!Dice is a delusional dumbass.
Things can get started with just giving him a sandwich and a place to stay for the night.
He asks if he can continue to crash at your place and you say yes, not wanting him to sleep on the streets.
He does the housework and can cook, but it’s safer if you supervise him. He still gambles, but not nearly as much as he did when he started staying with you.
One day, you two are out with the other members of Fling Posse and Gentaro makes a joke about you and Dice being a good couple; you are done with the teasing and ignore it but Dice decides to confirm it for him.
Gentaro, being the horrid tease he is, continues to press the matter until you pull him aside and tell him that you and Dice aren’t and item and you would rather not have him egg on his more excitable companion.
Ramuda simply takes note of both your’s and Dice’s behaviors in this; it would be good leverage one day, no?
This does, however, reach a boiling point.
You and Dice have been living together for a while, and Dice has been more… affectionate, so to speak. And you just deal with it, because he is extremely heavy for someone who really doesn’t eat often and doesn’t seem to have a lot of muscle mass. Which means, aside verbal complaint, you cannot do shit.
And you do complain. A lot.
At this mentioned boiling point, you wake up, tied to your bed frame and Dice is kissing you and leaving hickeys where he an without totally stripping you. Mostly the former, but the main reason you wake up is when he accidentally draws blood.
You start freaking the hell out, which freaks him the hell out and he unties you pretty much instantly and he starts crying, begging you to forgive him.
You ask him what happened and he can hardly explain through all the blubbering, so you decide to try to comfort him in hopes he can explain why he was marking you in your sleep. He gives you a look like a hurt puppy every time you bring it up.
One day, he does confront you about his feelings, although you knew the entire time.
He starts to cheer up a bit after that.
And he gets a lot more openly affectionate, even in public.
When you tell him to stop, he blows up at you, about how he’s been consistently showing you affection for so long, and how he just wants to be loved back.
“After all this time, you still don’t get it? I love you! I can’t get you out of my head and you’re all I think about now. Not even gambling helps, damn it!” The blue haired man yelled. You flinched away, but getting out of his grip was a feat you’d never been able to accomplish. “Dice, please don’t yell,” you requested, almost meekly. You looked into his face; you didn’t know anything of his past, what could have made him perceive your kindness as romantic or even sexual interest. His expression conveyed the frustration and distress in his voice. He wan’t angry with you. He never was angry with you. You both snapped at each other once in a while, but as long as he upheld his end of the bargain, you were reluctant to kick him out.
He sighed and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry, y’know…” he trailed off. He rubbed your back and threaded his fingers through your hair in a way that should’ve been comforting. However, these actions, combined with the memory of waking up to him leaving marks all over your body, this made dread pool in your stomach. You couldn’t make your arms move, even as they trembled. You wanted to reassure him that it was okay and he should verbalize these things more.
However, you weren’t sure you wanted that.
He already told you he loved you, daily, and often expressed this physically through almost exclusively hugs(minus the one incident). You forced your arms to hug him back and pat him on the back. “I know, but not everyone can control their feelings. There are other fish in the sea, though.”
“I don’t want want anyone else!” He stated childishly, pulling you even closer. He wasn’t hurting you, but he might if you tried to slip away right at that moment. And he wouldn’t even mean it. You knew full well that he was a stubborn person, and that his gambling addiction was purely because he found that gambling made him feel a thrill that he wasn’t going to give up. And now, he’d found another drug that caused a similar reaction; you, in all your actions, from the moment you gave him food and offered him a place to stay until this very moment.
You sighed, the feeling of dread crawling up your spine. You were too tired to argue with him now, and it would be dangerous to tell him if you had eyes for anyone else.
“Dice, let’s just get some food and discuss this later.”
