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a mischievous smirk grew on his face, “no.” he spoke, “just visiting..”

god you wished the receptionist would hurry up.

“oh well uhm..” you gave him a light smile, “that’s—”

suddenly, a loud alarm started the blare in your ears..and a red light that hung from the ceiling begun to flash.

‘warning! armed patient had escaped solitary confinement. calling security to sector 23.’ is was echoed throughout the building.

“what the—”

“welp..” the man suddenly got up and raised his arms in the air, stretching himself out. “i’m not sticking around to find out what’s about to happen.”

he turned around, towering over you. “i know a shortcut outta here. you coming?”

maybe you were an idiot, but you didn’t feel like sitting around waiting for a receptionist who was probably taking a smoke break.

you were walking down a long hall with this mystery man, you didn’t even know his name.

“is this an emergency exit?” you asked.

“yes basically, you can call it that.”

the two of you kept walking in silence, minus the loud alarm that was still ringing in the background. and also…

you weren’t small, this dude was just huge. who the hell was feeding him?

you were of average, or above average height. atleast 5’8”.

meanwhile, he was like 6’3”..weird as—

“so..how you holding up?”

“uhm..” you clutched the resume closer to your chest. you didn’t know whether to feel safe or apprehensive. “fine, i guess?”

he chuckled, causing your eyebrows to furrow.

“what’s funny.?”

he halted his walk..looking down at you. “nothing, i’m just surprised at how calm you are.”

alright.

now you were freaked the fuck out.

as you were walking, you moved yourself farther away from him. “shouldn’t i be?”

“any sane person would’ve freaked out by now.”

“you callin’ me insane?” your stupid accent was starting to slip out, but you didn’t feel like correcting yourself right at the moment.

“i didnt call you anything.”

you lip curled up and you rolled your eyes, “can you not gaslight me.”

“no need to get so defensive.” he smiled..weirdo shit.

“whatever.” you sighed. “i just wanted to get this job. now there’s a patient escaping and i’ll probably never get this opportunity again.”

even with the hair that was practically covering his face you could still see and feel his eyes on you. “you worried about an internship more than your life?”

weird…this is getting weird.

“i never told you i was an intern…”

he shrugged, “i may have overheard.”

weird weird weird—

alright..okay, you needed to chill out. but you could’ve sworn you didn’t see him anywhere around, or maybe you were psyching yourself out? you sighed softly, “if that’s how i go out, that’s how i go. at least i won’t have to pay off those debts…”

he smiled again..but this time is was abnormal bigger than the last few times. “what an interesting take…does it come with a straight jacket?”

“the hell? now i know you’re gaslighting me.”

that same smile stayed on his face, “what? no i’m not. you’re crazy, and no one’ll believe you.”

you two stared at each other in a tension filled silence as you two continued to walk.

“now i am gaslighting you.”

“very funny.” you deadpanned, deciding to just keep your eyes forward you saw the green exit sign getting closer.

unfortunately, he decided to speak up again. “you thought that was funny?”

you pulled the collar of your turtleneck, “no…i was being sarcastic.”

almost there. mere seconds away from going home, and finding a job somewhere else. or maybe you’ll just rot in your apartment and die alone, that sounds nice. right?

“hey! you two!”

shit.

you whip your head around to see a security guard standing a few feet away. “did you not hear the intercom?!”

your throat suddenly felt too dry to respond, but the lady cop wasn’t looking for any as she continued, “you two have to go through the main exit.”

you didn’t respond, and the guy you were accompanied with was silent as well. you built up the courage to peer over at him and you deeply regretted it. his head was down and there was this darkness that was surrounded him, it made you the evermore nervous.

“hello?” the lady called out, making you flinch.

that’s when he finally decided to raise his head and peer over her shoulder. and even behind the sunglasses the lady was wearing, you could see her eyes widen.

“ma’am.” she started, “step away from the patient.”

what?

…patient?

now you were completely frozen. this man was a patient? this was a institution for the mentally deranged, there was no way you were walking around…alone, with a patient.

a patient that…escaped.

no way.

the man turned around fully with a large smile, “cmon yuki…don’t describe me like that. you’re spoiling all the fun!”

yuki took a deep breath, “i think you’ve had enough fun for today…”

“put your hands in the air, suguru.”

suguru’s smile faded. he didn’t move at all, he stayed still with his hands in his hoodie pocket.

yuki quickly got irritated. at once, taking quick strides towards suguru while arming herself. “are you deaf?!” she yelled out, “i said, put your hands in the air!”

everything moved in slow motion…

it felt like you couldn’t move. couldn’t breathe.

yuki drew her gun quickly.

you closed your eyes, waiting to hear the gunshot.

but instead you heard….coughing?

you slowly opened your eyes…and gasped. the file you held slipped from your hands, the papers falling gracefully onto the floor.

blood began to seep out of the corners of yuki’s mouth…onto her white buttoned shirt. a knife sat in her throat.

suguru’s face was calm, deadpanned. but his eyes…his eyes had a deranged widening to them. also like his pupils were shaking for pure adrenaline.

he snatched the knife out of her neck, blood pouring out like a faucet…some getting onto suguru’s hoodie. yuki’s fell the the floor, life slipping away from her.

“tell me..” suguru spoke lowly. he turned and peered over his shoulder. his glance alone making you flinch.

“do you live by yourself?”

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aaaah, im finally writing an actual fic! aren’t you guys excited?! idk, cause i know i am. also, sorry for my absence…been dealing with mental health and things but now i’m back!

synopsis: psychology was your thing. something about knowing what made somebody tick, what made them who they are was interesting to you. so, you got your degree and even doctorate in psychology and communications. you went on to apply for a job, not knowing what was in store for you.

cw/tw: ngl, i don’t know what warnings to put (mostly cause i’m writing this on a whim and off the top of my head -_-) but but but but but, i will put the warnings..and it’s also greatly appreciated if you all let me know of some. but be warned!!! and don’t say i didn’t warn you..

you skimmed over the waver one more time, making sure you hadn’t misread anything. tapping the pen that sat in between your middle and index finger onto the clipboard, the only sound loud enough to echo throughout the damn near silent facility.

you could call this place a ghost town, an eight year old would say it’s the backrooms. the lights made a faint buzzing sound, they also gave the surrounding reception area a gross yellow color. the place was also damn near empty, with only a few brown leather chairs to sit in…and the leather was starting to crack.

you shock your head, putting your focus back onto the paper that sat in your lap. you were given this at the front gate entrance of the building..this place must’ve had a lot of accidents. discarding that, you finally signed your name onto the small line.

felt like you were signing your soul away..

getting up and walking over to the reception desk, you placed the clipboard down onto the little edge of the desk.

“hey uhm, i’m here to see dr. fukuhara..” you mumbled out.

the red haired lady looked up from the computer monitor up to you. by the look in her eyes, you could tell she didn’t like her job.

“dr. fukuhara dosent have time for visitors.” by the tone of her voice, it made you want to look around to see if someone she didn’t like had walked in. but no, she was sadly talking to you..

you kept your composure, not letting your professional filter slip. “i have an appointment…regarding the internship you all posted about.”

the woman finally picked up the clipboard and looked over it. that surely piqued her interest, “right, ms. l/n. gimme a moment..”

she spun herself around in her chair, picking up the phone and clicking a few buttons. she let it ring for a moment before putting it back down onto the receiver. “huh, she isn’t picking up..” pushing her hair back in fustration, the lady got up and took a few steps before turning to look back at you.

“take a seat..i’ll go let her know you’re here.”

only zeus himself knew how long it’s been since she left.

you sat there with your resume in your lap, bouncing your leg from the ball of your foot. anxious habit.

“jesus, it’s quicker to get a job at a damn fast food joint.” you huffed out. then closed your eyes and actually took a deep breath so you could calm down, even then, the faint buzzing from the lights were starting to get on your nerves..

“hey.”

what the hell?! you’ve never flinched so hard in your life. you opened your eyes and looked up, being met with a rather tall male.

he was wearing a gray hoodie, black jeans..that seemed to have rips in them that weren’t apart of the design, with black sneakers. his eyes looked as if he hasn’t slept in months, also looked like they had a red tint to them. and his hair long, long as hell. the ends were split and it looked greasy, like it hasn’t been taken care of.

“nah— i mean, no..go ahead.”

were you small..or was he just huge? cause when he sat down his legs just…sprawled out. he was…oddly comfortable.

you looked around at almost anything, fiddling with the pages of your resume.

“come here often?”

his sultry, smooth voice spoke up..getting rid of the rather awkward silence that surrounded the both of you.

you looked over to him, “do you..work here?”

he mischievous smirk grew on his face, “no.” he spoke, “just visiting..”

god you wished the receptionist would hurry up.

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this is a true story about all the lies, he fantasied about you and him.

this is a true story about all the games..you know he plays.

you and megumi were basically, the star couple of your high school. everyone knew him, and everyone knew you; and everybody thought you two were perfect for each other.

and that’s what it was, it was perfect.

until it wasn’t.

until pretty boy here got way too ahead of himself like his father, and tried to play two ball games with one player. that player being himself.

he’d say he’d be out with friends, but he was actually out messing around around with a cheerleader.

megumi’s studying for a major test he has in a week? nah, he’s at a party making out with some girl in the corner.

meanwhile you were at home, thinking your perfect boyfriend was doing what he was telling you.

and when you found out the truth? it hurt, hell yea. but you really didn’t see the point in crying or being hurt, mostly due to the fact that you didn’t do much wrong. and there probably wasn’t anything you could do to prevent it. so, you just removed him on everything..without explanation.

staying with a cheater ain’t gonna happen to you.

it wasn’t what you wanted, nor was it what you needed.

“y/n, you cheated on megumi?”

“what?” you had just gotten to school, and you didn’t even get to rest your ass in the plastic chair before nobara hit you with that jarring sentence. “what are you talking about.?”

“he told everyone that you cheated on him, and that’s why he broke up with you.” your friend shrugged, “i dunno, none of my business.”

your eyebrows furrowed and your fist clenched. no fucking way he was doing this. your head turned to look over to see that megumi was sitting else where surrounded by his friend.

being consoled…

your feet moved before your brain could, and you were on your way over to him.

“yea man, she—”

“you little shit!” you grabbed megumi by the shirt collar and yanked him out of his seat. he could clearly see you were fuming. “you really going around telling people i cheated on you?!”

“cause you did.” megumi chuckled, “no need to get mad at the truth.”

you perked your head up and saw that the entire class was looking at the two of you. some even recording. you scoffed, and dropped megumi back down to where he originally sat. you realized what was happening, he was making you look like the bad guy by getting a reaction outta you in front of everyone. so even if you were to tell your side of the story, the true side, nobody would even try to believe you.

if he wanted you to play the villian, then you’d do that.

“i know how this goes, fushiguro.”

roll the cameras please! cause once the days started to roll, the lies that came out of megumi’s mouth got even more outlandish. it was like people were paying to see this, to see the scene that megun

“yea, she was a slut.”

“she fucked everyone on the football team, maybe even the basketball team with the way y/n is..”

“i doubt she’s a virgin, with the amount of guys i found in her phone.”

the shit almost made you wanna drop out of school. denying it didn’t work whatsoever, it was like everyone was brainwashed. it got to the point where you just started to accept it, and fed into his lies. you played whatever part you needed him too, and that came with spinning the story a bit.

“you’d find somebody else too, gumi’s head game was weak.”

“why would i stay with him when he fucks with cheerleaders? he probably contracted a disease.”

“eh, yuuji’s lowkey better anyways.”

the minute you started talking back, the minute megumi got his balls in a twist.

you closed your locker to look over and see one irritated megumi, “what?”

“what? don’t ‘what’ me, y/n! yknow what you’re doing!” megumi was one laid back person so seeing him start to raise his voice and his face get kinda red, it was laughable.

you shrugged, “doing what? playing my role?”

“what role—”

“look, if your gonna get mad at the truth. you should watch where you lay, fushiguro.”

you thought doing what he wanted would make him feel better. but it obviously didn’t, and it confused you, but you didn’t stop cause he told you to. you were fine being the one he loved to hate, megumi was bothered..and you weren’t.

the next girl he got with (and cheated on), he got caught. no matter how much lying he tried to do, the proof was concrete and undeniable. you explain your story at all, you knew what was true and what wasn’t.

everybody wanted to believe what they heard, no what they were told.

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