This Is So Cute, Laios Is Such A Good Brother

this is so cute, laios is such a good brother

୨⎯𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 ⎯୧

Chapter 2

Tw: physical violence, cursing

Authors note: It only gets better from here, kinda. also this isn’t proof read, enjoy!:)

September 1st 2015

“Satoru, why do you not like y/n?”

Satoru looked up from the book he was reading and met eyes with his friend who was gulping down a whole strawberry soda. Satoru sighed and placed a bookmark in his book so he could pick it up later.

“I don’t know, she’s just… irks me,” Satoru responded as he ran his hand through snowy strands of his hair. “She doesn’t stand up for herself and lets people take advantage of her. I mean you see it yourself, she always lets people cheat off her and stuff.” Satoru expressed as he picked around at his school lunch with his plastic fork.

“So that’s why you don’t like her? I thought there was something more to it.”

“There are other reasons too,” Satoru says quietly as he takes a spoonful of the pudding on his tray.

Satoru wasn’t mean. He was a fair man. He wouldn’t dislike someone for no reason, there was always something to back it up. In your case, it was something you didn’t even know about. Something that if he had just talked to you for a second he would know none of it was true. That it was all a lie, but that never happened, so he was left with a bad impression of you from the start.

August 16th 2013

It was the first day of high school for Satoru Gojo, a spoiled kid who had never heard the word ‘no’ in his life. But unlike others, he remained humble, and kind, and treated everybody fairly. Satoru was the type of guy who wouldn’t harm a fly. Because of his personality, he was naturally a people magnet. People just seemed to like him and wanted to be around him. One of these people was his good friend, Alina. A friend he’s had since childhood. Their mothers were friends with one another so they would often see each other as kids. They went to elementary, middle, and now high school together.

Unknown to Satoru but clear to everyone else, Alina had a huge crush on Satoru and had one for a while now. It was obvious in her actions and the way she looked at him. She would make sure he only looked at her and no other girl. But Satoru was a teenage boy, it wouldn’t be ideal for him to be so in love at such a young age. And that was reflected on the first day of high school when he first laid eyes on you.

You were quiet, pretty, and seemed kind and well-intentioned. He knew you were his type the moment he saw you. Satoru was staring at you from the moment you walked in class until you sat down right across from him. You looked over at him and he quickly looked away, but not before you could give him a warm smile. His cheeks had a small tint of pink to them when he saw you smile at him. Alina, who was sitting next to him, glared at you which you had taken note of. You thought that maybe this girl and this cute boy were dating, so probably you should back off.

“Satoru!” Alina whined in a somewhat obnoxious voice. “You know that girl that you’re looking at? She’s like super mean.” Satoru turned to face Alina with a curious look. You didn’t seem mean though, you were so reserved and didn’t talk to anyone. You seemed the exact opposite of mean to Satoru at least.

“How, what’d she do?” Satoru asked as he played with the rim of his notebook. Alina hesitated for a second as she had no real proof to back up her lie about you. “Uh, I heard she bullied some poor girl in her old school. She made the girl change schools because of it, it was bad.” Alina lied as she looked at Satoru with remorse. “I wouldn’t even get involved with her, Satoru.”

Satoru raised an eyebrow. “Where’d you hear this? It’s like the first time we met her.” Satoru asked somewhat suspicious of his friend, but rightfully so. This was everyone's first day at high school, so how would Alina know such rumors about you when you didn’t even attend the same middle school?

“Well actually Satoru, I didn’t want to say this but… before class I saw her in the bathroom and I liked her outfit so I complimented her.” Alina took a dramatic sigh as she ushered him to come closer. “She scoffed at me and told me I was ugly. It really hurt my feelings, Satoru. So as my friend, I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t entertain her.” Alina said as she pretended to look sad, a little hurt even.

“Are you sure it was her? I don’t know her but she just doesn’t look like the type to say stuff like that, ya know?” Satoru said, brushing a strand of her hair out of her face. Alina frowned at him. He seemed to be taking the side of a stranger over his friend, best friend even.

“It was her, I looked her directly in the eye when she said it. She’s no good Satoru, just don’t get involved with her, kay’?” Alina said as she played with the bracelet on Satoru’s wrist that she had given him. It was one that she had made for the both of them with little connecting hearts. It was one of the many times she would try to confess her love for him through small actions, but Satoru was oblivious.

“If you say so, Alina,” Satoru said as he gave Alina a small smile and connected their bracelets together. Alina was happy that Satoru had believed her lie. Now that he agreed to not get involved in any way with you, it was one less girl to worry about for Alina. Alina felt very possessive over him, she acted like he was her boyfriend and would often try to embarrass any girl who wanted Satoru’s attention. But this time was different. It wasn’t a girl seeking out Satoru’s attention, it was the other way around. This could be a problem for Alina, even if she told him not to get involved she wasn’t confident he would listen to her. So making up a little lie with little to no evidence wasn’t going to be the only thing she had to do.

That day, Alina found people who used to go to your old school and asked what you were like. All the responses were positive. You were pretty quiet but nonetheless you were still kind and considerate of others. That wasn’t going to work for Alina. Satoru wasn’t stupid. Even though Alina was his good friend, and he wanted to believe her, she was just one person. Satoru wanted confirmation of this story about you being a bully. So he would also ask people from your old school. Now, this is where things went downhill for your public image.

Alina not only found the kids who went to your school, but went as far as to bribe them. She said if they would lie and make rumors about you, she’d pay them, and even give the girls Satoru’s number. A lie of course. Alina was simply using them, making them play into her cards. She would do whatever it took to make Satoru hers, even if it meant tearing down someone else.

Luckily for Alina, the bribery worked. All sorts of rumors spread about you, which quite frankly you didn’t care about. All you focused on was your studies and your own personal hobbies. You could care less if a few lies spread about you, you knew they weren’t true and that’s all that mattered. Unbenounced to you, there was one rumor started by Alina herself that she told Satoru and had people back her up. You had never heard of this rumor, perhaps if you did, it would explain why Satoru was so cold the last 4 years of high school.

“Hey Satoru, did you hear? Y/N was talking bad about you and your family. And even your.. you know.” One of his many newfound friends said.

“Yeah, that was really messed up. I can’t believe she’d make jokes about your… dad and stuff.” Another voice chimed in. Alina sat there with a smirk on her face. It was working. Her plan was working. Sure she could’ve left it with the small rumor she made about you being mean to another kid, but this was Alina. She wanted to start drama and had fun doing it all.

“Oh my god yeah, she's so messed up in the head.” Alina joined in holding Satoru’s arm. There had been a rumor that stood out from the rest about you. It was a rumor that you had made fun of Satour’s passed father. A very sensitive topic for Satoru.

His death happened a few summers prior. It affected him and his family greatly, especially Satoru. Satoru was always very fond of his father. They would play soccer together, go to arcades, etc. His father was his biggest role model, so it struck as a shock to him and his family when his dad got into a horrible car accident on the way to pick up Satoru from soccer practice.

Satoru felt like it was all his fault that it happened. If Satoru hadn’t been so instant in going to soccer practice, it never would have happened. His dad would still be there and Satoru would still be happy. But of course, life is not always perfect, and things don’t go the way you want them to go. Satoru learned that early on.

While he was grieving, there were many people there for him, but the one he was most comforted by was Alina. Alina had lost her mother at a very early age. She didn’t remember her mother but it still hurt to see other kids with their moms doing stuff with their kids and then there was Alina. Because of this, the two of them formed a bond and were best friends from there on out.

Satoru took a few weeks off school when it happened but he returned soon after. People were worried about him, but he was able to keep up a smile even throughout the tragedy. Alina was always there for him even at their young age. So it made sense that he would believe her.

“She what?” Satoru asks, snapping out of his flashback and joining his friends in the conversation.

“Yeah man, a few girls overheard her talking about your dad and making fun of him, she’s horrible.” One of his friends said. Satoru was mad. It wasn’t just Alina saying that you had said horrible things about his deceased dad, it was the whole grade playing along with her. From here on out Satoru started to dislike you, a lot. He didn’t want to confront you about it because it would just be a waste of time, but it would have been better if he did. He simply started to ignore you and roll his eyes when he saw you. You were confused because just a few days ago he was smiling at you in class, but now he just gave you cold glares and scoffed when he saw you.

You were in your own little world. You don’t know why he changed but he did and you couldn’t do much about it. You usually didn’t mind when other people ignored you but when he started to as well, it seemed to bother you. At the time, you didn’t know but you had started to develop feelings for Satoru. But now he seemed to hate you for what you thought was no reason so you just dealt with it. Those feelings stayed for all four years of high school. If only you had known of the rumor. You would have immediately cleared it up with Satoru. You would have made it known that you would never say something like that much less about him. But what’s done is done, and there is no way to change that now.

July 24th 2017

It’s been about a month into your summer break. You haven’t kept in contact with anyone from your old high school, but you didn’t need to. Your summer is going fine so far. You now have time to dedicate to your hobbies and doing other fun stuff. You were a little nervous about one thing though, and that was college coming around the corner. Even though you were nervous it was kind of like a fresh start for you.

You could meet people who didn’t make or know fake rumors about you. You could meet people with similar interests and hobbies. What mostly interested you about the college was the writing class course they offered. It’s a very popular course and it was one you wanted to take. The teacher was told to be great at their job and taught interesting topics. Ever since you heard your older cousin took it and liked it a bunch, you also wanted to take it. Another reason you wanted to take it was because it was one of the courses Satoru wanted to take. But he’s not going to the University of Kyoto so that failed.

Besides the occasional worry about starting college in August, summer was treating you well. Today was one of the annual Japanese festivals. You were going to go with your parents and little sister to eat some good food, play games, and watch the famous fireworks. It was something you did mostly every year. It was going to be an all-around good time. Your parents were busy with work so it was one of the times the whole family could spend time together.

You started to get ready for the festival. You put on your prettiest Yukata, tied your hair in a bun, and put on a little makeup. It was one of the times you gotta dress up and it made you feel good about yourself. On the car ride there you laid your head on the window and pondered to yourself. ‘I wonder where Satoru is right now.’ You thought to yourself as you listened to some lovey-dovey song through your headphones. ‘I bet he’s gonna get a girlfriend in college too.’ You rolled your eyes at your thoughts. So what if he did, he’s going on about his life. You thought confessing would make you stop having these sappy thoughts but you found that to not be true at all.

Ever since you confessed you thought of Satoru a lot more. Probably more than you did before you confessed. The thoughts wouldn’t go away but you had to remind yourself that he’s going his own path and you need to focus on yours. What kept eating at you though was now that he had changed colleges he would be going to Alina’s college and they’d only continue to get closer to one another. You sighed and closed your eyes as you listened to your music. Now a sad song was playing, ironic huh?

As you and your family entered the festival your nose was filled with a handful of smells. Fried foods, sweet pastries, and the smell of the beautiful blue ocean. The same shade of blue as Satoru’s eyes. Sigh, you have to stop thinking about these sappy things.

You moseyed around with your family for a while playing games and trying different foods. You ran into a few people from your old high school but they didn’t acknowledge you so you didn't either. You could have sworn you saw Alina but you were being rushed by your mom to help her carry something. It would have ruined your whole night if you did see her though. But for now, you just ignored it. It probably wasn't her anyway. You overheard her saying she was going to Europe for the summer anyway.

The fireworks were going to start soon. As you and your family sat down on a good spot on the crowded beach, you felt the reminiscence of the huge drink you had earlier and had to use the bathroom. You excused yourself and headed to the lady's room. After you finished your business you touched up your makeup and made sure your hair was good. As you applied a slick layer of lipgloss you noticed someone come up behind you.

“Excuse me, I gotta…oh it’s you.” The voice said, suddenly changing the tone when they caught a glimpse of your face. It was none other than Alina all dolled up for the festival. You briefly moved out the way as she asked and she stared you up and down as she touched up her lipstick.

“You know, Y/N, Satoru’s here,” Alina said with a smirk as she went back to putting on her lipstick. Your heart dropped when you heard his name. Satoru was here after all. Of course, you were happy, but there was a catch if Alina was mentioning it.

“Yeah, we're actually dating now. Took a while but we finally confused our love for each other, cute, right?” She said with a laugh. “He doesn’t want you, he never has, so just get over him, kay’? We're happy together.” She said brushing some strands of her brunette hair out of her face. Your heart dropped again but not because you were happy this time. No, because you were crushed.

You knew that you and Satoru getting together would probably never happen and that he would find someone he truly loved. But you didn’t think so soon, and with her of all people. You couldn’t lie, it stung a little, but you couldn’t let Alina know that so you kept your emotions concealed.

“Congrats to you two, I guess.” You said in the most unbothered way you could. You were just about finished touching up so you were about to leave when she grabbed your shoulder.

“Wait up a minute,” Alina said, halting your movements. “I just want you to know… that he would have never wanted you anyway. I mean look at you and then look at me. I’m pretty, skinny, and brunette while you... Well, you're you. You shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up in the first place, I mean-” SLAP.

You were fed up with Alina. She was annoying and just straight-up rude. You didn’t bother anyone and yet she seemed so envious of you. You’ve taken enough of her crap. Now that school is over you weren’t gonna get in trouble so you went for it. You slapped her, and it felt good. She deserved it.

Her jaw dropped and she held the side of her face which you slapped.

“You're a real bitch you know that!” She said grabbing her purse and running off probably to tell Satoru and her minions. You didn’t care though. After years of her little snarky comments, this pushed you over the edge. It was so unlike you. You were never really one to escalate to physical violence, but if it was Alina anyone rightfully would.

You finished your slight touch-ups and walked out of the bathroom to join your family on the beach for the fireworks. On the way there you bumped into someone and some stuff in your bag fell. Both of you bent down to pick it up before you could see who it was.

“Oh sorry about that.” You said as you put the stuff in your bag. As you looked up to see who it was you bumped into foreheads with them, but when this happened you saw those cerulean eyes. Those eyes were unmistakable. You had to be sure it was him. You looked up at him as he offered you a hand to get up. There was no mistaking those snowy white strands and those beautiful blue eyes. It was Gojo Satoru.

‘Why is he being nice to me?’ You thought to yourself. It seems you thought too soon because as soon as he made eye contact and realized it was you his warm smile disappeared and he replaced it with a frown as he put down his extended hand.

“Oh, nevermind.” He said as he walked off with his hands in his pockets. Great. You had actually thought for a second that maybe, just maybe he would start to like you, but no. As soon as he realized it was you he walked off probably to go and join his new girlfriend and talk about how much of a hopeless romantic you were. You sighed as you got up yourself and continued your walk back to your family on the beach.

The fireworks were beautiful as always but you couldn't fully enjoy them since all you were thinking about was your previous encounter with Satoru. What had gone so wrong to make him hate you? That you’ll never know.

After the festival was over, you walked back to the car with your family. In the parking lot you had caught a glimpse of Alina who was standing with Satoru. She looked back at you with a cold glare. You could care less at the moment. Suddenly she got a devious smirk on her face as she took Satoru’s arm and kissed him. Now that you care about it. You looked away blinking back some tears and turned to face your family. You tried to ignore what you just saw and paid attention to finding the car and getting the hell out of there.

What was once supposed to be a fun, traditional family event you looked forward to was ruined this year by Alina and Satoru.

Authors note: yes I did reference jjk chapter 261 :p

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wolywolymoley

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So, your boyfriend cheated on you? Wooooooow. And guess what’s even worse? He cheated on you with your best friend. WOOOOOOOW.

But you know what’s even worse than all of that? BEING A CELEBRITY AND HAVING EVERYONE KNOW YOUR BUSINESS.

So yeah, to say you were going through it? That would be the understatement of the century.

Gojo had been your boyfriend for nine months before you two had the break-up of the year. Twitter, Instagram—everywhere. And how did it all go down? Oh, you caught him with your best friend in your bed. YOUR bed. In YOUR house.

Like, this man couldn’t even cheat in his own place. The audacity.

You had just finished a livestream with your co-star Sukuna, where the two of you were promoting your new movie and talking all kinds of trash. You came home, and boom—you caught them right in the act.

Yeah. It was bad. Like, really bad.

Honestly, you didn’t even know how to react at first. It felt like time just stopped for a second. Gojo had the nerve—the absolute gall—to act like you were the one intruding. Like, hello? Is this not my house? Is this not my bed you’re... defiling?

Your best friend—oh, let’s not forget her—she had the audacity to look embarrassed, like she didn’t know what was happening. Girl, you knew exactly what was happening. I bet you even scheduled it.

You remember standing there, blinking, just... blinking.

After the fallout, things went completely south. It was like your entire life had turned upside down, and you were beyond exhausted. Publicly embarrassed, utterly humiliated—it felt like the world was watching you fall apart. But what made it worse? They made their relationship public not even a week after the breakup. It was like getting slapped in the face repeatedly with no chance to catch your breath.

Just... embarrassing.

But the hits kept coming. There was an awards show coming up, and back when things were good—when you and Gojo were still dating and that bitch was still your best friend—you had agreed to co-host the event with him. But now? Yeah, you backed out, obviously. You weren’t about to stand on stage next to him and pretend everything was fine. Oh, but guess who was replacing you?

Yep. Her.

Life wasn’t just kicking you while you were down, it was dropkicking you off a cliff.

The only person who had your back through all of this was Sukuna. And even he couldn’t stay out of trouble. They had run into each other at a fashion show—Gojo, smug as ever, probably thinking he’d gotten away with it—and Sukuna, being the unpredictable menace he is, didn’t even waste time with words. He left Gojo bloody and bruised right there, in front of everyone.

Sukuna didn’t care about the cameras or the gossip; he was defending you, and everyone knew it.

Of course, the media had a field day. “Sukuna vs. Gojo: The Fashion Week Brawl,” headlines screamed. But you? For the first time in weeks, you actually felt a little better. Sukuna had stood up for you when you couldn’t even stand up for yourself.

You remember sitting in your penthouse, scrolling through the millions of reactions online, and getting a text from Sukuna that just said, “Handled it.”

You laughed, for the first time in days.

When the night of the awards show finally came, you were this close to skipping it altogether. Why put yourself through the humiliation? You knew you were going to get flamed by the press, by fans, by everyone. Not out of jealousy—no, it wasn’t that. It was the betrayal. How could they do this to you? You would never, ever do something like that to them. And yet, here you were—hurt, broken, and betrayed, not just by your boyfriend but by your best friend too.

Why?

You had poured all of that out to Sukuna during yet another night of drowning your sorrows—high, drunk, and completely out of your mind. You didn’t expect him to care, let alone do anything about it. But Sukuna? He just looked at you, all casual, and said, “Get ready. I’m going with you.”

Wait, what?

Sukuna being your date? The idea was absurd, and in your state, you could hardly process it, but before you knew it, you were dressed up, and he was right there by your side, like it was no big deal.

When you hit the red carpet, though? Oh, it was a mess. Your eyes were so bloodshot from being high and drunk, and you couldn’t even walk properly without stumbling. The cameras were flashing like crazy, and you knew everyone was watching you fall apart in real-time.

Oh yeah, the media was having a field day with your misery. You could already imagine the headlines: “Y/N Falls from Grace,” “Celebrity Trainwreck,” “Sukuna Saves the Day?”

But Sukuna? He didn’t care. He held onto you, guiding you with surprising patience. His hand on your waist, steady and strong.

He didn’t leave your side once, not even for a second. And while you felt like your life was unraveling, Sukuna somehow made it feel like maybe you weren’t totally alone.

After stumbling through the red carpet and barely making it to your seat, you thought maybe—just maybe—you could survive the night unnoticed. Sukuna was with you, keeping you steady, and you figured that if you just laid low, the rest of the event would fly by. You’d go home, sleep it off, and deal with the inevitable media storm later.

But, of course, because the universe was apparently hell-bent on ruining your life, your name was called for an award.

Oh no. Oh no no no.

Your brain tried to catch up. Your heart dropped. Why do I have to be alive for this?

You’d been so caught up in the disaster of your breakup that the idea of winning an award hadn’t even crossed your mind. You were high, tipsy, and an emotional mess, and now they wanted you to get up on stage? In front of them?

Oh, and of course, just to make things worse, Gojo and that girl—your ex-best friend—were hosting. The last people you wanted to see, much less share a stage with.

You made eye contact with Gojo for a split second, and he smirked. That little smug, self-satisfied grin, like he was winning in some twisted game you didn’t even know you were playing. And her? Standing next to him, all smiles, pretending like she wasn’t a snake.

You were going to have to walk up there, past them, and make a speech. While drunk and high. Oh, this was going to be spectacularly bad.

Sukuna leaned over and grunted, “You got this. If you trip, I’ll catch you before you hit the ground.”

With a groan, you got up, Sukuna standing too, steadying you as you wobbled your way to the stage. The crowd was watching. Everyone was watching. You were stumbling, trying not to faceplant as you felt their eyes burning holes into you. You nearly tripped twice. But Sukuna? He stayed right there beside you, not caring about the stares or whispers, like your personal bodyguard from hell.

When you reached the stage, your heart was pounding, and not just because of the alcohol. You took the award with shaky hands and glanced at the microphone. Gojo and your former best friend were standing just a few feet away, and you could feel them watching, waiting for you to make a fool of yourself.

You blinked at the mic. Then you blinked at the crowd. The room was spinning a little. You had no idea what to say, but you had to say something. So you took a deep breath and started:

“Wow. Uh... wow, this is, like... crazy, right? So... um, first of all, thanks. Like, thanks for... all of this. The award. The love. It’s great, really great.”

You paused, blinking at the crowd, who were dead silent. You were pretty sure your words didn’t make sense. But whatever. You were already in too deep.

“Y’know,” you continued, “this whole thing—like, life?—it’s kinda like a Barbie movie. Like, I thought I was Barbie, but turns out I was... um... more like... not Barbie. Like, I thought Gojo was my Ken, but he’s more like, uh... I don’t know, one of the Kens no one cares about? And then, y’know, maybe I’m the Ken. Maybe we’re all just Kens. Or maybe... maybe none of us are.”

People in the audience were glancing at each other, clearly confused, but you pressed on.

“And Gojo—like, no, he didn’t cheat on me!” you blurted, pointing at him. “He’s just... he’s just really bad at... you know... not being the worst. And I thought we were gonna, like, do great things together. But you know who’s the real Ken? Sukuna. That’s right. He’s the best Ken. And Ken’s aren’t even real! But he’s real.”

You could hear people in the crowd starting to giggle. Some people were holding in their laughter, but it was spreading like wildfire.

“And you know what else?” you said, starting to dance a little. “Life’s too short to not... have fun. So here’s me, having fun!”

At that point, you started dancing. Yes, right there on stage. Awkward, goofy, completely out-of-rhythm dancing. The crowd started to laugh for real now. You were feeling it. You didn’t care anymore—at least you weren’t crying, and that was a win in your book.

Gojo looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole, and your ex-best friend looked utterly mortified. But Sukuna? He was grinning, arms crossed, standing off to the side like he was enjoying every second of it.

After what felt like an eternity, you realized you still had the mic in your hand. Oh. Right. The speech. You stopped dancing and wobbled back to the microphone.

“So, yeah,” you said, voice slurring a little, “this award... it’s great. I love it. You all are great. Barbie is great. Life is... weird. And... I think that’s it? I don’t know. But thank you. I think.”

You put the mic down and blinked again, realizing that you had, indeed, just made a speech about Barbie, Ken, and your personal mess of a life in front of hundreds of celebrities and millions watching at home.

Before you could make another disastrous move, Sukuna was already stepping forward. Without saying a word, he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you over his shoulder like you were a sack of potatoes. The crowd gasped, the cameras flashed, and there you were, being carted off stage by Sukuna, who was clearly done with the nonsense.

As he turned to leave, Sukuna made sure to bump his shoulder—hard—into Gojo’s as he passed, nearly knocking him over. Gojo shot him a glare, but Sukuna didn’t even look back. The crowd saw it, and a few cheers went up.

You, still slung over Sukuna’s shoulder, started laughing. Loudly.

“Thanks, Sukuna,” you mumbled, your face buried in his back, barely able to keep your eyes open. “I’m totally killing it tonight.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grunted. “Let’s just get you out of here before you start talking about G.I. Joe next.”

And just like that, Sukuna carried you out of the awards show, leaving Gojo and the disaster behind as the cameras flashed and the crowd buzzed.

You’d made a complete fool of yourself, sure. But at least you weren’t alone.

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The Sick Man's Sunny Neighbor [soft yandere! yuushi totsumoto with fem! reader series] part three

warning: alternate universe [no paranormal stuff], aged-up!reader (in late twenties to early thirties), sunshine!reader, mention of trauma and gore, yuushi's dirty mind, mention of death.

There may be additional triggers in this story. If you do not feel comfortable venturing any further, please leave now. You are responsible for your own Internet consumption.

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Hey guys and welcome back to another episode of The Sick Man's Sunny Neighbor! I would like to start off by thanking @thatstrangesheep for helping me finalize the outline for this chapter and to @pa1nrema1ns who not only beta-read it but singlehandedly rewrote it so that the clunky parts flowed, and provided information about certain medicines, including how an ICU in a hospital operated.

I honestly wouldn't have been able to get this done without their help, so please give them a big round of applause.

So, with that being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show~!

Part Two

“-all your fault! You made me do this-”

Shcnk!

“-admired you! I was in love with you-”

Shcnk!

“You ungrateful bitch!”

Schnk!

“Uuuu-aaaaughhhh!”

A loud groan left your cracked lips as you attempted to scream for help. When the hoarseness of your voice prevented you from crying out, you made the split-second decision to defend yourself instead. You sluggishly raised your right arm to shield your body from the vicious onslaught of your assailant. However, you didn’t experience the sharp, searing pain of being stabbed as you had expected. Rather, someone had delicately clasped your upraised hand in their palms. You attempted to open your bleary eyes, hoping to understand your surroundings, but all you could see were blurry outlines and amorphous shapes. It seemed your vision had not yet returned. A soothing voice, so unlike the one from your nightmare, had addressed you. You couldn’t quite make out all the words–everything was just so hazy…

“-Okay. Everything is going to be okay. [Last Name]-san, can you hear me?”

At last, when your senses returned, the worried face of a young woman who couldn’t be much older than you met you. “Augh, unh.” you couldn’t even string together a coherent sentence. It appeared something had distorted your mind.

“My name is Minako. I am your nurse, and right now, you’re in the hospital,” she explained slowly, as if she had all the time in the world. “You’ve been here in the ICU for the last two days,” Minako continued, “And right now, you’re recovering from a major surgery.”

Hospital? ICU!?! Surgery?!? So, someone attacked you? Someone had made an attempt on your life. But who could have…?

You had hoped to forget and never encounter again, but a face filled the forefront of your mind.

No. Not him. Anyone but him. H-he was no longer a part of your life. It can’t be. It can’t be. Itcan’tbeItcan’tbeItcan’tbeItcan’tbeIcan’tbeItcan’tbeItcan’tbe!

Your heart rate elevated, and you gasped. Your chest felt tight, and your body shook. “Shit! Her heart rate is skyrocketing. Sera, please contact Sugiwara-sensei! She was only just weaned off sedation and ventilator support last night, but she’s very agitated. Get an IV ready, stat!”

You suddenly dry heaved all over the blankets and the front of your gown.The bitter taste of bile filled your mouth and did nothing to help with the waves of nausea rolling through your stomach or the embarrassment.

“Here, love,” Minako whispered sympathetically as she provided you with a plastic sick bag. You wretched as she rubbed a comforting hand on your back and helped reposition you in a sitting position. When you had emptied the contents of your stomach, Minako lowered you onto your pillow and provided you with a Styrofoam cup of iced water.

The frigid water revitalized your parched throat. After several deep breaths, you were able to calm down enough to gain a more thorough understanding of your situation. Someone attacked you after getting off the train. Unbelievable; a chance late-night craving for ramen had almost been your undoing. It was laughable. Almost like the plot of some ludicrous comedy. However, the actors and actresses in these films always walked away; it was just a fun gig for them. An innocuous action had positioned you in harm’s way. And try as you might, you just couldn’t remember how it all happened.

Before you could get ensnared by troubling thoughts, another nurse, Sera, joined Minako. “I’m going to run you an IV of Zofran, a medication to help stop the nausea, okay?” she explained softly. You rasped a quiet thank you before shutting your eyes. You had only intended to keep them closed for only a little while, but you ended up tumbling into a deep, dreamless slumber. A knock on your door woke you up hours later.

“[Last Name]-san, it’s Sugiwara-sensei, your doctor. Your nurse informed me you weren’t feeling well earlier, so I came to follow-up with you. May I come in? You also have a guest who wishes to see you.”

A guest? You inhaled a deep, sobering breath before answering the person on the other side of the door.

“Please, come in.”

You looked awful; you really did. Your hair was a complete mess, with tousled strands sticking out in every direction. Face pallid and slick with perspiration. You looked utterly terrified and confused; a mere shell of the vibrant woman who had become such an important figure in his life. He couldn’t blame you after what you went through. Not wanting to make his visit even more intrusive, he tuned out the doctor’s questions she had for you. Patient confidentiality agreement and HIPAA laws, right? Even if he was listed as your emergency contact, accessing that kind of information without your consent would not be possible.

Once she was done, Sugiwara-sensei excused herself and left him alone with you. The silence that followed was awkward at best. At least until he remembered the shopping bag in his hand. Clearing his throat, he held it out to you.

“Here,” he said. “I picked up a few things you might like to read to pass the time.” You gazed at him, blinking owlishly before your mouth curled back into a tired, sweet grin.

“Oh, Totsumoto-san, you didn’t have to do this!” You looked through each book, eyes lighting up with interest as you examined the cover and then turned them over to read the back. He almost choked on his spit when your hands curled around the edges of the porno he bought.

Embarrassment scalded his face. Shit. Why didn’t he pull it out sooner? Oh, right? The doctor probably would have kicked him out if she saw it and assumed he was a shameless pervert. He is one, but come on! Worse yet, he didn’t even look inside the bag and just handed the whole thing! God, he’s a fucking idiot.

“Uh, I can explain -” He said, but your laughter cut him off as your eyes skimmed over the gaudy text and scantily clad gravure model. Yeah, he isn’t hallucinating. You were actually laughing, a full-on belly laugh, as if someone had just told you the funniest joke you had ever heard. Such a pretty sound, he thought suddenly. You really had a delightful laugh. When was the last time he got to hear it? God, he’d give anything to go back to the simple days of sharing your company while in the warmth and safety of a cozy apartment. Unfortunately, life has a rather nasty habit of placing people at the mercy of circumstance. Hell, he’s had more than his fair share of shitty curveballs being thrown his way. But attempted murder? Who?

Who would want to harm you? And more importantly, why did someone target you? Yuushi realizes for the first time, he really knows nothing about you.

He would have continued getting lost in his thoughts if your giggling hadn’t dissolved into gasping sobs; throat hiccuping, and tears streaming down your face. “T-this isn’t a dream, is it?” You hiccupped. Your face still bore a wistful smile as you cried, but it didn’t quite meet your eyes. “This all isn’t some crazy dream created from a late-night craving for ramen. It was real. Getting off the train, waking up here in this place. This is real.”

What is he supposed to say? What could he say? Man, he sucks at comforting people.

“I didn’t mean to give you that.” He said, pointing at the magazine that was now resting in your lap. “Unless you’re into it, no judgment here. I can always find another one. So, what happened on the trip?” He broached the subject carefully. “Did you get the promotion or Lisa-chan? Better yet, was the food on the train even good? I’ve had shit luck with them when I was a salaryman myself.”

His words made you cry even harder. Not wanting to get kicked out by the nurse, or worse yet, being banned from seeing you altogether by Sugiwara-sensei, he leaned over and pulled you into a tight hug.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I fucked up. All I wanted to do was to see you, but I ended up making you upset instead. I’m a screwed-up guy.” He muttered the last part to himself. He is a burden wherever he goes. Even to the people he cares about, like a curse. And that belief became stronger when you withdrew. But instead of disentangling yourself from him, you smiled.

You were beaming at him? Why?

“You did nothing wrong.” You murmur, rubbing the heel of your palm against your eyes. “Your surprise was just a wake-up call. Not how I would like to start a new work week, but hey I’m alive, right? That’s something to be grateful for.” Even though your voice was soft and raspy, and you weren’t yelling at him for being a lecherous old man, he still noticed the slight tremor in your hands. So, Yuushi took a more direct approach with what he knew best about a member of a different sex: physical contact. He gently wiped the burgeoning tears from your eyes using his thumbs. Feeling the rough, calloused skin against your cheeks was soothing and grounded you. He then wrapped his arms around your back and embraced again, this time much more closely. You buried your face in the dip of his neck and allowed the musky scent of his cheap cologne to flood your senses.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He said in a hushed tone. “I’m not going anywhere. Take all the time you need to let it out, yeah?” You wept as Yuushi held you and stroked your hair. You may have felt safe in his arms, but he was ashamed of himself. Yuushi was a red-blooded man, and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t given you the up-down when he first met you all those months ago. You were an attractive woman; kind, intelligent, and hardworking. He couldn’t be more different or ill-suited for you, he thought.

Before he became involved with you, Yuushi was just another aimless, worthless asshole who pissed away what little income he brought in on call girls and pachinko machines. The carnal pleasures he sought served as little more than a brief respite when the constant sting of failure became all too much to bear. He was trying to console you he was, but all he could focus on was your body; the soft swell of your breasts against his chest, the puff of your hot breath against his neck, and the plushness of your cheeks as he brushed away your tears. In your distressed state, your hospital gown had also ridden up, giving him an ample view of your shapely thighs.

Fuck. He hasn’t been this intimate with a woman in months –

Idiot. You perverted, fucking idiot. He berated himself with disgust. He selfishly reveled in his twisted fantasies while you were left exposed and defenseless. And why did having you cling to him so desperately send such a chill down his spine?

He was an incredibly sick man for taking advantage of you like this.

When the tears finally stopped and you had calmed down enough to collect your bearings, you were both interrupted by the loud gurgling of your stomach. You pulled your face from his neck and flushed a bright shade of vermillion. Yuushi couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. Cute. He mused.

“You must be hungry, huh?” he asked. That’s right, you hadn’t eaten since the night of the incident. In fact, you hadn’t been able to eat for most of the time you were at the hospital because of the severity of your injuries. An intravenous dextrose solution administered through your arm had delivered the primary source of your nutrition.

“Your nurse mentioned you had received the clearance to eat again, and I noticed a breakfast tray by your sink. Gotta be cold by now.” He stated matter-of-factly. “How about I grab you something from the cafeteria? Maybe not ramen this time, though.”

Ugh, what a dumb joke. He only hoped he wasn’t bringing up a bad memo-

You snorted before gazing fondly at him. “Thank you, Tostumoto-san, for coming to see me.” The smile you bore this time was genuine, and damn, was it beautiful. “I was so scared, so lonely. I don’t know if I would have been able to stay sane here without you.” His tired, deep-set eyes locked with your own, and he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “I’m just a phone call away, sweetheart. I can’t make any promises, but I can at least be a shoulder to lean on when you need it.”

After a few more heartfelt words, the nursing staff guided Yuushi to the hospital cafeteria where he bought lunch for the two of you. Once back in your room, he attempted to restore some semblance of normalcy by sharing how work and life had been going for him while you both ate. He only intended to stay for a few hours, but before he knew it, the sky had become enveloped by hues of gold and amber as dusk settled in. Yuushi eventually left, but not before sharing plans of returning the next day after his shift had ended.

Yuushi sighed, walking through the hospital’s sliding doors. Talk about a crazy day. He suspected there might be some trauma after what happened to you, but not to this extent. Shit. Is he gonna have to do some online research? Would that even do any good? Would the doctor know some psychiatrist or therapist she’d recommend? Maybe it would be better if you got professional help instead of relying on a dirty old man like him for advice or solace.

“Totsumoto-san?”

He blinked. Huh? He glanced over his shoulder and saw a couple standing behind him; the man, possibly in his early to late twenties, wore a dark suit and tie. His mouth was pursed into a tight, annoyed frown, as if he would rather be anywhere else in the world than being on this street near a sick fucker like him. The tiny woman was his complete opposite, blue eyes wide and curious behind a pair of red-rimmed glasses. Her jet-black hair hung from her neck in a trimmed bob, and she wore different shades of pink with a black overcoat and matching trousers. On her feet were flats, and on her left shoulder was a beaded black purse. A black cat and a ball of sunshine. Just like how the two of you used to be.

“Can I help you?” He asked, surprising himself with how calm and even his voice sounded. Totally not nervous out of his hand as evident with his sweaty hands and his heart pounding against his ribcage. Is he already breaking the law? Damn, maybe he’ll lose his construction job after all from skipping out to see you.

The man pulled out a badge from his pants pocket. “I’m Detective Agathsuma. And this is -”

“An observer!” The woman chirped. “An outside observer who is just here to see how the police works! Oh, you’re [Last Name]-san’s emergency contact! I thought I recognized that scruffy photo from the file! And those eyebags! Goodness, you must put in a lot of hours at your construction job!”

“Kimura-san, you are an observer, not an investigator, which means you aren’t supposed to be snooping around police files on ongoing investigations without my knowledge or the captain’s.” The man growled. Yuushi could practically hear his molars grinding against each other in irritation. His older companion gave him a pout.

“I didn’t read the entire thing. You don’t need a police file to know what he does for a living, silly! Look at his hands!” She pointed.

“His hands?”

“Do you know any other occupation in Japan besides a construction job that requires handling heavy machinery, team safety, and long hours in the sweltering heat?” She asked drily. “You don’t get callouses like he has by working in an air-conditioned office.” She looked back at him, smiling apologetically. “Sorry. I tend to babble a lot.”

Yuushi smiled weakly. “You’re fine, Kimura-san.” He said, trying to not internally freak out that someone knows what he did for a living just by looking at his hands. “So?”

“So?” Kimura-san repeated, tilting her head to one side in confusion that made his heart twist in sorrow. Shit. Is it weird of him to think that you could be this bubbly and bright, in so many years down the road? Is it even possible for you to be like this again, after what you went through? He swallowed the lump lodged in his throat, then licked his mouth nervously.

“Well, you know who I am and probably why I’m at the hospital.” He nodded towards Detective Agathsuma. “I assume you have some questions for me about [Last Name]-san?” Kimura-san stared at him, then back at her partner with a big smile.

“He’s smart. I like him. Let’s have some tea!”

“Kimura-san!”

“What? There’s nothing better to enjoy your evening than a cup of tea as we ask this nice young man some questions about his friend! A cafe is so much nicer than an interrogation room. Oh, don’t worry, you aren’t in any trouble.” She patted his hand with her gloved one. “We just want to talk.”

Yuushi didn’t know why but Kimura-san’s words convinced him to follow her and Agathsuma-san to a corner booth in the back of a cozy cafe about two streets over. Jazz music played overhead while servers poured piping hot beverages for clients and spoons tinkled against porcelain cups. Both Yuushi and Agathsuma-san ordered coffee while Kimura-san helped herself to some chamomile tea. After a languid sip, she addressed Yuushi in a sweet, semi serious voice. The kind of pitch that reminded him of a grandmother who knows what is going on and doesn’t need to raise her voice to get the answers she wants. “Totsumoto-san, how long have you known [Last Name]-san, exactly? Or off the top of your head?” She asked.

Yuushi shrugged. “Six, maybe seven months. Nine actually. We live in the same apartment building.”

“And you’ve never seen anyone come or leave her place of residence?”

“No. She’s always lived alone. We hang out once a week for dinner, but that’s it.”

“Does she work from home?” Agathsuma-san asked.

Yuushi took another swing of his coffee before he replied, “No. She works for a software company as a temp worker. Well, she used to. She told me today that she made the cut to be a permanent employee in HR instead of the popular runner-up. Whether or not it’ll stick is another question entirely after….what happened to her. Did you speak to her boss? Co-workers?”

“We did, and they’ve all said your friend is hardworking, patient, and kind.” Kimura-san said. “Seems like she really had no enemies to speak of or had a grudge against anyone. She kept to herself mostly, never went home the same way though.”

Yuushi blinked. “Pardon?”

“She always took a different route back to the apartment complex where you two lived together, on separate floors. Was there any special reason why she did this? From what we’ve seen in our little walk around the neighborhood,” She waved a hand back and forth, from here to Agathsuma-san. “The most criminal activity that’s happened in the last fifty years has been shoplifting at a convenience store, and a woman suspected of murdering her husband, but it turned out he died from cardiac arrest. Caused by enjoying sex a little too much. Did [Last Name]-san confide in you about any personal problems she might have been going through up until her…assault?” Kimura-san whispered the last part softly, leaning close so that only he and her partner could hear.

“N-No.” He sputtered. “But I did find it weird that I was her emergency contact instead of, y’know, a family member.”

“That’s another thing we can’t figure out either, Totsumoto-san,” Agathsuma-san grumbled, reclining back against the booth. “We did look for any relatives to contact before we decided to pay a visit to your workplace, but [Last Name] [First Name] had been part of a family registry up until ten years ago. We found a phone number belonging to a potential parent, contacted it, and they denied the existence of said person before hanging up on us.”

Yuushi’s heart dropped. “What?”

“And it only gets stranger from there. Ten months ago, [Last Name]-san had lived in another apartment, a great security system, and total privacy if you’re willing to pay an arm and a leg to live there. Then all of a sudden, she left and paid the hefty fee to stop paying a yearly lease. Records have shown that she had filed reports for stalking and asked numerous times for help. She had the evidence to prove she wasn’t imagining things, but no suspect was found. Local police disregarded the matter entirely.” The detective looked him straight in the eye. “And now, she’s in a hospital after barely surviving a brutal stabbing from behind at a train station. If that doesn’t strike you as odd, then I don’t know what the hell will.”

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