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The first time Matsuda looked at you, it was a shy smile. The last time, it was an intensity that promised you’d never be truly alone again.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

The moment the two of you stepped inside the game store, you were greeted by rows upon rows of colorful shelves packed with games, consoles, and collectibles.

Your eyes lit up instantly.

You bounced from display to display, stopping every few steps to point something out before hurrying toward the next aisle with a smile so bright it almost didn’t seem real.

Matsuda found himself smiling before he even realized it. There it was again. That smile. It was strange.

He’d seen plenty of people smile before. Coworkers. Friends. Victims after difficult cases were finally solved.

None of them had ever made his chest feel this warm. Watching you laugh was… addicting.It felt important. Like if he remembered every tiny detail, he’d never have to see you unhappy.

“Welcome in!” the employee called from behind the register.

You smiled politely. “uh.. hi! Do you know where the Resident Evil games are?”

“Oh yeah,” the employee answered. “We just got a new shipment this week. You a fan?”

That was all it took. Your entire face brightened.

“yea i am! I’ve loved Resident Evil forever. Resident Evil 4 is probably my favorite, but honestly I love almost all of them. The puzzles, the atmosphere, the characters-”

You kept talking while the employee laughed, asking questions here and there.

Matsuda stood quietly beside you. At first, he simply listened. Then…

Something uncomfortable settled in his chest. The employee wasn’t doing anything wrong.

He wasn’t flirting. He wasn’t touching you

He was only smiling. So…Why did Matsuda suddenly feel unnecessary?

His fingers twitched at his side. He tried telling himself to stop. You were allowed to make friends. You were allowed to enjoy conversations.

You looked happy. That should’ve been enough.

So why did it bother him that someone else was making you laugh?

The employee chuckled at something you said. You laughed too. The sound echoed in Matsuda’s ears.

His smile faded. It wasn’t fair. He had wanted to hear you laugh like that. Not because he wanted attention.

Because… He wanted to know he was enough.

“Y/N.”

The name left his mouth before he realized how sharp it sounded.

You blinked.

“Oh..”

The employee looked between the two of you before taking a small step back. “…Sorry,” he said. “I’ll let you two look around.”

“Oh..”You immediately looked guilty. “I’m sorry….”

His heart squeezed. “It’s okay.”

Even though he didnt sound like it was okay

The walk through the store was full of awkward silence before Matsuda walked across a Pokemon flushie.

“…You like Pokémon?” wich he knew rhe answer to thanks to stalking your profile.

You turned toward him before your eyes landed on the enormous Bulbasaur plush tucked beneath his arm.

“Oh my God!” Your entire face lit up. “Where did you find that?!”

His breath caught.That smile again.Because of him. Not the employee. Not anyone else.

Him.

You pick up RE3. “My best friend and I used to play this one together back home.” You smiled softly, your thumb brushing over the game’s cover.

“We’d get home from school, wait until my parents left for work, then spend the whole afternoon trying to beat it.” A quiet laugh escaped you. “We never actually finished it.”

Matsuda watched your expression change.It happened so quickly most people wouldn’t have noticed.

The tiny hesitation.The smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. The way your voice became quieter the moment you mentioned your parents.

He noticed. Someone had made you think you had to pretend you were okay.

His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. Who? Your parents? Someone else? It didn’t matter. Whoever had done that… They didn’t deserve to be anywhere near you.

The thought came so naturally it startled him.

He blinked.

“If it’s okay with you..” he gently takes the game from your hands. “…Maybe we could finally finish it together.”

For just a moment… The sadness disappeared. Your eyes widened in surprise.

He felt himself breathe again.

There you are. That’s better. Much better.

“Come on…” you scoffed, waving your hands dismissively. “You don’t have to.” Matsuda looked down at the copy of Resident Evil 3 resting in his hands.

You’d smiled when you’d picked it up. Not just smiled. Your entire face had softened, your thumb unconsciously tracing over the cover as you talked about playing it with your best friend years ago.

That expression hadn’t left his mind. You had looked… Comfortable.

He wanted to see that look again.

…

…

…

“…Nope.”

Before you could protest again, he tucked the game securely beneath his arm and turned toward the register.

“I’m buying it.”

“Matsuda!”

Your laugh rang through the aisle. It was impossible not to smile when you laughed.

You hurried after him, lightly smacking his arm.

“Give it back!”

“No can do.” He lifted the game above his head with a grin.

You narrowed your eyes dramatically before stepping closer.

“Fine…” You stretched onto your tiptoes, reaching for the game. It was still just out of reach. “…Then I’ll just take it.” Without thinking, you leaned farther against him.

Your shoulder brushed his chest. The front of your chest bumped lightly against his arm. Your face was only inches away now. Close enough that he could see the tiny flecks of color in your eyes. Close enough to catch the light floral scent lingering in your hair.

Warm. You were warm. His entire body locked up.

She…

She doesn’t even realize.

The realization sent another wave of heat rushing to his face. You trusted him enough to invade his space without a second thought.

Stop it.

You’re making this weird.

She just wants the game.

She doesn’t mean anything by this.

His thoughts became a tangled mess, stumbling over one another.

Don’t stare. Don’t panic.

Just..

He took such a sudden step backward that his heel nearly caught on the edge of a display stand.

Then he turned on his heel and bolted.

“H-Hey!” You laughed harder, immediately chasing after him.

“That’s cheating!”

“I’m literally running away!”

“Exactly!”

Customers looked up from browsing as the two of you darted through the aisles.One older man chuckled to himself before shaking his head.

Matsuda couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed this hard. Every time he glanced over his shoulder, you were still chasing him, smiling like this was the greatest game in the world.

By the time you caught up to the front counter, Matsuda already checked out

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” You folded your arms with an exaggerated huff, though the smile tugging at your lips ruined any attempt at looking annoyed. “I was this close.” You pinched your fingers together for emphasis.

Matsuda laughed, still slightly out of breath.

The receipt printed with a quiet whir before the employee carefully packed everything into a large shopping bag.

When he set it on the counter, the oversized Bulbasaur plush peeked out from the top, its round face squished against the opening.

Your expression immediately softened.“…You bought the plush too?”

Matsuda’s smile faltered into something shy.

“I…” He glanced down at the bag. “…You looked really happy when you saw it.”

That he’d noticed how your eyes lingered on the plush just a little longer than everything else in the aisle.

“I figured you’d like it.”

“You didn’t have to.” Your voice came out much quieter this time.

Growing up, presents had never really been an ordinary thing. Aside from the occasional birthday surprise from your grandfather, gifts usually meant someone had gone out of their way to think about you.

Looking into the bag, you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. “…Thank you.” The words slipped out before you even realized how softly you’d spoken.

For a brief moment, Matsuda simply stared.

That smile. It was different this time. Smaller. Gentler. It wasn’t excitement. It was gratitude. And somehow… It felt even more precious.

His heartbeat settled into a steady rhythm.

There it is.

You notice how tense the cashier looked ever since you ran back to the register.

You reached for the bag, but before you could thank him, you noticed the strange expression on his face.

His smile looked… forced. Like he was trying to act as though everything was normal.

When your eyes met his, he hesitated. Just for a second.

Then his gaze flickered toward Matsuda before returning to you. “…Have a nice day.”

There was something oddly careful about the way he said it.

Almost… Concerned.

Your brows knitted together. “…Thanks.” For a brief moment, you wondered if something had happened when Matsuda beat you to the register.

As you walked outside, you glanced back one last time.

The cashier was still standing behind the register.He was watching the two of you leave. The moment he noticed you looking, he quickly busied himself with straightening a display on the counter.

The late afternoon air was noticeably cooler than when the two of you had arrived.

The Bulbasaur plush leaned against the console, its oversized head lolling to one side. You couldn’t help smiling again. A gentle knock against your window pulled you from your thoughts.

Rolling it down slightly, you found Matsuda standing beside the door with his hands tucked awkwardly into his pockets.

“I’ll see you later.”He gave the hood of your car a light, affectionate pat before taking a step back.

You smiled waving goodbye.

Not too long after, your phone buzzed, the vibration breaking the quiet inside your car.

The screen lit up.. A smile tugged at your lips as you answered.“Raye?”

“Hey.”. His voice sounded tired. “Naomi made soba,” he said. “She remembered it’s your favorite. Thought you’d want to come by before it gets cold.”

Your face lit up immediately. lNo way. She actually made soba?” A laugh escaped you. “Tell her I love her. I’ll be there in ten.”

“You don’t have to speed-“

“I won’t!” You hung up before he could finish, already reaching for the ignition.

A few minutes later, you climbed the familiar porch steps.

The moment Naomi opened the door, warmth spilled into the hallway along with the comforting aroma of simmering broth.

Before she could even greet you, you wrapped your arms around her. “It feels like I haven’t seen you in forever.” Naomi laughed softly as she hugged you back. “It’s only been two weeks.”

“It feels longer.”

She smiled before gently patting your shoulder. “And yes…” Her eyes sparkled knowingly. “Raye already told me why you’re really here.” You grinned.

“…The soba may have influenced my decision.”

“I knew it.”

The apartment welcomed you like it always had. The smell of broth. The quiet hum of the television. The familiar creak of the wooden floor beneath your shoes. It felt safe. Like nothing bad could ever happen inside these walls.

“…Another fifty criminals were found dead today under mysterious circumstances…” The evening news echoed through the living room.

You frowned.

Raye sat slouched on the couch, one elbow resting against the armrest as he watched the broadcast without really seeing it.

Dark circles shadowed his eyes. His tie had already been loosened. One hand absentmindedly rubbed at the bridge of his nose.

Naomi sighed. “Raye, honey…” She glanced toward the television. “Could you turn that off for tonight?”

For a second, he didn’t respond. Then he quietly picked up the remote. The grim voice of the news anchor disappeared.

In its place came the bright, cheerful opening theme of Sailor Moon. You laughed. “You actually remembered.”

“I’ve heard you sing it enough.”

“You love it.”

“I tolerate it.”

“Liar.”

The corner of his mouth twitched upward.

You dropped onto the couch beside him. “See?” You gestured dramatically toward the television.

The smile disappeared almost as quickly as it’d come.

The investigation was wearing him down. Everyone knew it.

You nudged his shoulder. “Our new strategy only started a today, give it some time.”

He looked over at you. For just a moment, the exhaustion faded.

“So…” His eyebrow lifted. “How was your little adventure today?”

You blinked. “…what?”

“You know.” His grin returned.

“The one where you tried sneaking out of headquarters.”

Your face immediately turned red. “Raye stop!!”

“Y/N.” He laughed. “You were tiptoeing through the hallway.”

“I was not!” You slap his shoulder

“You checked both directions before leaving.”

“I-”

“You even ducked behind Mr.Yagami.”

Naomi covered her mouth to hide a laugh. Your face fell into your hands.

“You looked like a cartoon thief.”

“I can’t believe this.” You lightly shoved his shoulder. “Stop acting like my dad.”

“I make no promises.”

The laughter faded naturally. Raye studied you for a moment. Longer than before.

“…Y/N.”

Something in his tone made you look up.

“It’s okay if you’re interested in someone.”

You grow almost offended at his accusation. “I’m not interested in Matsuda…. were just becoming good friends.”

Raye didn’t answer right away. Instead… He stared at the dark television screen.

His reflection looked just as tired as he felt.

“…Maybe.” His voice was almost absent “But…” He looked back at you. “Theres something about him...”

You frowned. “dont start.. ” He hesitated. Long enough that you almost thought he’d changed his mind.

“He throws me off Y/n, something about his energy” he thinks back to earlier when he caught Matsuda basically death staring him in the office.

The room fell strangely quiet. Naomi paused in the kitchen.

Raye looked down at his hands. “I don’t know.” He shook his head.

You let out a small sigh. “Raye..”

“I know how that sounds.”

“I think you’re reading too much into it.”

“I hope I am.” His answer came immediately. He looks back at you “I really hope I am.” Something about the certainty in his voice made your smile falter.

The cheerful voices from Sailor Moon suddenly felt oddly distant.

“…Or maybe,” you muttered, trying to lighten the mood, “you’re just jealous I’m not clinging onto you as much.”

Raye managed a tired smile. “Maybe.” Then it disappeared again. “Y/N…” His voice softened.

“I’ve wanted nothing but the best for you, ever since the day i found you at that cafe.” His gaze never left yours.

“…If I ever thought someone might hurt you, I’d tell you.”

Your chest tightened.

“When have I ever lied to you? hm?”

You opened your mouth. Nothing came out.

“When have I ever knowingly let you get hurt?”

Before the silence could grow heavier, Naomi appeared carrying three steaming bowl. “Enough investigation talk.” She set the bowls on the table. “You two are going to let my soba get cold.” The rich aroma instantly filled the apartment.

The tension dissolved. Conversation drifted to easier things. Laughter slowly returned. Watching Naomi lean comfortably against Raye’s shoulder, you smiled to yourself. For a little while…

Everything felt normal. Safe. Like family.

Much later, after apologizing for “destroying” their bathroom and promising to visit again soon, you stepped out into the cool Tokyo night.

The apartment door clicked shut behind you. You unlocked your car, into the driver’s seat, and drove away. You never noticed the pair of headlights that remained dark until you disappeared around the corner.

Matsuda remained in his car across the street, the engine idling quietly as he watched the front door of the Penders’ home. Minutes stretched into nearly an hour. Just as he considered leaving, the front door opened.

His fingers loosened their grip on the steering wheel as you drove away, and he waited several seconds before pulling out after you.

There you were.

The porch light caught your smile as you waved goodbye to Naomi and Raye before making your way toward your car. Even from across the street, Matsuda found himself relaxing.

Good.

You’d made it out safely.

It wasn’t a long drive.That fact bothered him more than he cared to admit.

So you lived this close to Raye Pender. His jaw tightened.

Too close.

Summary: Levi finally stops rejecting his love for his caring roommate , after being emotionally shattered from his recent battle. Teaching him what it’s like to have something gentle for once.

CW: mentions of blood, weapons, & death

fluff, angst, emotional distraught, sappy ending

The lock clicked softly. You looked up from the book in your lap, smiling instinctively. “You’re home-“

The words died in your throat. Levi stood in the doorway, still as stone.

His cloak was torn. His boots were caked in mud and blood. One sleeve had been sliced open, revealing a bandage that had already begun to stain red. His face was unreadable, but his eyes…

His eyes weren’t there. Not really. They stared through the room as though part of him had never left the battlefield.

You stood slowly. “…Levi?”

Yandere Matsuda x Reader

Chapt 1 (start here)

Chapt 2

The first time Matsuda looked at you, it was a shy smile. The last time, it was an intensity that promised you’d never be truly alone again.

Matsuda woke up on the wrong side of the bed. His neck had a bad rash and his back was extremely sore. He rushed to get ready this morning like no other, eager to see you, hoping to receive that beautiful, kind smile you always gave him, and to hear your voice. Nothing in the world could make him happier than his pretty girl. He threw on a random dress shirt and dress pants and went out the door.

The office was packed as usual, filled with the same basic men in basic suits, all wearing bored expressions. Each corner of the room was now labeled A, B, C, D, E, or F, which hadn't been there before. "Uh, Mr. Yagami sir, I noticed the corners of the room are labeled," Matsuda said cheerfully, grabbing Mr. Yagami's attention.

Beyond the Explosions, There’s Color

The Fourth of July was always a battle between your desire to celebrate and the terror the fireworks had in you. Tonight the fear was winning. Each booming explosion felt like a punch to your chest. You were curled up in a tight ball hugging your knees with a blanket you borrowed from Yujj wrapped around you. The rapid bursts of light doing nothing but amplifying your panic. You just wanted it all to stop.

A sudden shadow appeared, much taller than your huddled form, which made you flinch. Your body tensed, preparing for whatever comes next, instead a quiet, almost hesitant voice asked “hey, you okay?”. You peaked from your blanket to see Megumi Fushiguro, his usual erotic expression softened by a flicker or concern. He must have seen your trembling form, your face streaked with tears. You were beyond embarrassed.

“Is it.. the fireworks?” He asks pointing at the sky, but maintaining his eyes on you. You do nothing but look down towards the grown, giving him an answer without even speaking . You felt utterly exposed and vulnerable. You didn’t want your friends to see this side of you. It was weak and humiliating. Especially in front of the one boy you silently adored.

Without a word, Megumi sank to the ground beside you. Not too close, but not too far either. But just enough for you to feel comfortable in his presence. He didn’t try to touch you, didnt offer any reassurance. Instead, he simply sat , his gaze fused on the exploding sky. “They can be overwhelming.” He says breaking the silence. You look over at him, watching the colorful bursts in the sky reflecting in his eyes under his long pretty eyelashes. He turns his head slightly, his gorgeous eyes meeting yours. “Sometimes, the beauty is lost in the noise.” You want to believe he was talking about the fireworks, but something in you told you he was referring to something else, someone else. He offered you his hand. “But if you look closely, past the sound… there’s a different kind of light.

The blanket that was once wrapped around you tightly, slowly feel off your shoulders as you hesitantly take his hand. He pulled you in closer having you both now sitting directly next to each other, but he doesn’t let go of your hand. “Look at that one” he keeps your hand in his as he point at a fire work flying up into the sky. It explodes, colors of pink, orange, and red painting the dark sky. As pretty as it was, the loud explosion caused you flinch squeezing your eyes shut. You feel his hand squeeze yours causing your eyes to flutter back open. “It’s okay..” Megumi says reassuring you with that soft glare only you ever get to see.

The explosions still startled you… but it no longer felt like a personal attack in your chest. You started to notice the intricate patterns, the way the colors blend into each other before fading. The colors were so beautiful, but nothing was more beautiful than the way the colors mixed in the reflection of Megumis delicate eyes. You squeeze his hand slightly, turning his attention towards you. “Thank you, Megumi.” You whispered, the gratitude raw, aching feeling in your chest. He meet your gaze again , almost a smile forming at his lips “it’s okay to be scarred, but there’s always color in something if you look close enough.”

The first time Matsuda looked at you, it was a shy smile. The last time, it was an intensity that promised you’d never be truly alone again.

Yandere Matsuda x reader

Chapt 1- (Start here)

It was your first official day working on the Kira investigation. If you were being honest, you didn’t feel like dressing up today, and there was no way you were wearing that awful white blouse again. The fabric alone was enough to ruin your mood. Digging through the pile, you settled on a fitted dark purple long-sleeve cotton shirt and a simple black skirt that flowed just above your knees.

After slipping into a pair of black heels, you grabbed your purse before fastening the gothic heart necklace your best friend had given you around your neck, matching it with a pair of silver heart earrings. You glanced at yourself in the mirror, smoothing out your skirt.

Meanwhile, several blocks away, Matsuda was ripped from sleep by the shrill ringing of his cellphone. Groaning, he blindly reached across the nightstand until his fingers found it. “…Hello?” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.“Damn, man, you sound awful. You doing okay?”It was an old college friend. They used to talk almost every week before the Kira investigation swallowed Matsuda’s entire life.

“Yeah… I’m okay,” he lied, rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes. “Just woke up. You need something? It’s kinda early, don’t you think?”

His voice naturally shifted into its usual cheerful tone, the same goofy persona everyone expected from him. The silly one. The harmless one. The guy who could never be taken seriously.

Small.

While his friend rambled excitedly about weekend plans, Matsuda wandered into the bathroom. He hated mirrors. Every morning they reminded him of everything he wasn’t. Strong enough. Smart enough. Mature enough. He squeezed toothpaste onto his brush without looking up, keeping his eyes firmly on the sink as he brushed.

Coward.

He spat into the sink and rinsed his mouth before finally forcing himself to glance upward.Messy black hair. Sleep-deprived eyes. That same soft, youthful face that made everyone call him “kid.” He looked away almost immediately. After pulling on his usual white dress shirt and black slacks, his friend’s voice suddenly cut back into focus.

“So… you still up for it?”

Matsuda blinked.

What the hell was he even on about “…Uh… yeah! Yeah, of course, man! I’ll see you there.” The words left his mouth before his brain could catch up. What was he agreeing to? He hadn’t heard a single thing.

Idiot.

The call ended, leaving only silence in the apartment. At least now he didn’t have to pretend he was listening anymore.

Police headquarters was more busy than ever

Detectives squeezed between desks carrying stacks of reports while conversations overlapped into one constant wall of noise. The room felt hotter than normal, suffocating almost, though Matsuda quickly realized it wasn’t the temperature making it difficult to breathe.

It was the people. “Confused, kid?” Mogi appeared beside him, arms folded. “The deaths are getting worse. Headquarters approved extra manpower starting today. Personally, I think it’s about time.”

Matsuda forced a laugh, wiping the sweat from his forehead.“…Do we even have room for more people?” he joked. “I can barely breathe in here.” Before Mogi could answer, the room suddenly fell silent.

Soichiro Yagami had entered.Even without raising his voice, everyone instinctively straightened.Matsuda admired him more than anyone. Strong. Respected. Unshakable. Everything Matsuda wished he could become. Everything he wasn’t.

“Everyone,” Yagami called, his voice echoing through the room. “I’d like you all to make room for our newest members.” The detectives stepped aside, forming a path toward the doorway. Moments later, the door opened.

A sharply dressed man entered first. Raye Penber. Even before introducing himself, he carried an effortless confidence that filled the room. His tailored suit looked immaculate despite the weather outside, and his posture alone demanded respect.

“It’ll be a pleasure working with all of you,” he said with a polite smile. “Mr. Yagami has asked me to assist with the Kira investigation, and I’ll be doing everything I can to help bring this case to an end.” Matsuda couldn’t help staring.

He’s… impressive. Professional. Confident. Handsome. The kind of detective people naturally listened to. The kind of man Matsuda could never imagine becoming. His stomach twisted. Why couldn’t he look like that? Instead, he was stuck with a baby face and nervous smiles nobody respected. Before the silence settled, Penber smiled again.

“And I’d also like to introduce my partner.” The door opened once more. Your footsteps were soft against the floor as you entered, briefcase held carefully against your side.Matsuda forgot to breathe.

Her.

It was you.

The woman from Room 403.

His pulse lurched so violently he thought someone beside him might hear it.* She’s here… She’s actually here. Does that mean… I’ll get to see her every day?* The thought bloomed inside his chest with dangerous warmth. You looked even prettier than he remembered. The deep purple shirt suited you far more than yesterday’s blouse. The silver heart necklace rested gently against your collarbone while matching earrings caught the overhead lights whenever you moved. Your fingers absentmindedly tapped against the handle of your briefcase.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

His eyes immediately found the movement.* She’s nervous.* His chest tightened. He remembered that little habit from yesterday. She did it when she was anxious. She was anxious now. For reasons he couldn’t explain, that realization made him feel strangely protective. He wanted to walk over. Tell you everything would be okay. Tell you that you weren’t alone anymore. That someone understood.

That he understood.

“…I know what some of you are thinking,” Penber continued, breaking Matsuda from his thoughts. “She’s young. She’s still finishing her training… and yes, she’s a woman.” he says the last part bluntly.

A few detectives exchanged awkward glances.

“But don’t let that fool you. She’s one of the smartest trainees I’ve ever worked with. Don’t underestimate her.” Penber looked toward you with genuine pride before smiling warmly.

“I’d like you all to meet Y/N L/N.”

You returned the smile without hesitation. Matsuda watched the exchange carefully. The way you smiled… The way your shoulders relaxed around Penber…The quiet trust between the two of you… Something unpleasant twisted deep inside his chest. He’d only known your name for one day. So why… Why did he suddenly wish you were smiling at him instead?

Three years earlier ~~~

You got kicked out again, for the third time.

It was one of those annoyingly beautiful afternoons too, the kind with a bright blue sky and a warm breeze that made everyone else seem happy. It only irritated you more. Why waste such perfect weather on one of the worst days of your life?

With nothing but a backpack at your feet, you sat outside the little coffee shop on the corner of town, absentmindedly picking at a loose thread on your sleeve. Freshly eighteen, adulthood suddenly didn’t feel exciting anymore. It felt terrifying. You knew it was only a matter of time before your parents threw you out for good. They wouldn’t have any reason to keep you once you were legally an adult.

“You aren’t burning up out here, kid?”

A man’s voice pulled you from your thoughts.

Looking up, you found a sharply dressed man standing over you. He looked to be somewhere in his mid twenties, dressed in an expensive charcoal suit with a neatly pressed tie and a leather briefcase hanging from one hand. Despite looking like someone important, he wore a surprisingly warm smile.

“What’s got you sitting out here all by yourself?”

You hesitated. Should you tell him? What if he called the police… or child services… or somehow got your parents into trouble? Not because they didn’t deserve it. But because you’d be the one paying for it later.

“I… uh… I kind of—”

“You got kicked out.”

His words seemed more like a statement a question.

Your throat tightened. Unable to answer, you simply looked down at the sidewalk, your face burning with embarrassment.

“…”

Without another word, the man walked inside the coffee shop. You watched the door swing shut behind him.

Of course. Who wanted to waste their afternoon talking to some homeless eighteen-year-old? You hugged your knees closer to your chest, letting out a quiet, humorless laugh. That was embarrassing…

The cheerful jingle of the café door interrupted your thoughts a minute later. The man had returned. This time, he held two drinks. Without saying anything, he crouched down until he was at eye level with you and held one out.

A strawberry lemonade.

“…Thank you.”

You accepted it with both hands, taking a cautious sip. Cold sweetness spread across your tongue before sliding down your throat, and only then did you realize how dehydrated you actually were. The silence between you wasn’t awkward. It was… comfortable.

“You aren’t from around here, are you?” you finally asked quietly. The man chuckled softly before taking a sip of his own drink.

“What gave it away?”

“You just…” You looked him over again. “… You look expensive.”

That earned a genuine laugh.“I’m only here for work.”He glanced toward the street before looking back at you.

“So…”He rested one arm on his knee.“You got a job?” Your shoulders immediately sank.Slowly, you shook your head. No. No job. No home. No plan. Just a backpack and a lemonade. You felt pathetic.

“Hm.” He didn’t judge you. He just thought for a moment. “Then what do you want to do?”

Your fingers tightened around the plastic cup. That question hurt more than the last. Dreams were easy to have. Actually reaching them… That was different. Telling him would only make him laugh. After all, what chance did someone like you really have?

You slowly looked up, only to find him patiently waiting for your answer.“I…” Your voice came out barely above a whisper. “…I want to be a detective.” Just like your grandfather was.

Silence. Your stomach dropped.There it is…The pity. The laughter. The inevitable “be realistic.”

Instead…

His face lit up. A wide grin stretched across his face, almost proud. You blinked in confusion before your eyes drifted toward the nameplate clipped neatly onto his jacket.

Detective Raye Penber.

“…Well then,” he said with a smile. “I guess we already have something in common.”

~~~~~~ Present Day

You couldn’t have been more grateful for Raye Penber. Three years ago you’d been sitting outside a coffee shop with nothing but a backpack and impossible dreams.

Now…

After years of training beneath him, you were standing inside Japan’s most important investigation. The Kira case. A gentle hand rested on your shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts. Penber smiled reassuringly before stepping back. The room erupted into polite applause.You smiled awkwardly, your fingers instinctively tapping against your briefcase.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Your eyes wandered across the room, taking in the faces of your new coworkers.If you were honest…Everyone looked almost identical. The same dark suits. The same serious expressions. The same polished shoes. It was like someone had copied and pasted the same detective thirty times.

Then…

You spotted a familiar face. The young man from Room 403. His large brown eyes widened the instant they met yours.. For a split second he completely froze before lifting one hand in a shy, awkward little wave, his cheeks instantly turning pink.

A quiet giggle escaped you.Poor guy. Getting caught staring at someone had to be one of the most embarrassing things imaginable. Across the room, Matsuda’s heart nearly stopped.

She remembered me. It was only a tiny laugh. Only a tiny smile. But to him… It felt like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. His pulse raced as he quickly looked away, trying to hide the warmth spreading across his face.

She hadn’t looked uncomfortable. She hadn’t ignored him. She’d smiled.His fingers curled tighter around the file in his hands. Without realizing it, he found himself hoping for something absurd. Maybe… she’ll smile at him again.

Detective Pender and Detective Yagami explained how the investigation would move forward. They couldn’t approach Kira head-on, not without making themselves predictable. Instead, the team would have to divide, gather information from different angles, interview different people, and slowly close the walls around him.

It was a smart plan. And if there was anyone you believed could pull it off, it was Pender.

You had nothing but respect for Raye Pender. To you, he was the older brother you never had—the person who believed in you when nobody else did. He taught you everything you knew, supported you when you doubted yourself, and gave you the chance to become the detective you always dreamed of being.

Everyone took their seats for the meeting, and naturally, you sat beside him. He was the only person in the room you truly knew, and even then, your nerves were eating you alive. What if your ideas were stupid? What if these detectives laughed at you the same way they laughed at others?

Your knee bounced uncontrollably under the table until Pender gently placed a hand over it.“You’re okay,” he mouthed. You gave him a small smile, calming slightly.

The meeting continued until a nervous voice suddenly interrupted.

“… m- maybe this is God’s punishment for our sins! We’ve gone t-too far disrespecging our Heavenky Father! O-our time has come to pay for our sins!” the frightened man cried to the crowd.

A good handful of detectives detectives groaned in annoyance..

You covered your mouth, trying not to laugh as you glanced toward Pender. He was clearly trying to hold his laugh too, even if he hid it better.

Another detective suggested Kira could be someone in the medical field, possibly poisoning criminals through medicine or food.

Matsuda wanted to rip his ears off, couldnt they see Kira has phyciatric issues? “Well… if we look at the reports, it seems like Kira believes he’s doing something important. Like he’s above everyone else.” He hesitated, nervous under the attention. “Almost like he thinks he’s responsible for judging people. Maybe we should look into his mental state.”

Silence.

Then came the laughter.“You’re saying Kira is just some crazy guy with a God complex?”

Matsuda’s expression fell. Of course. Why did he bother speaking?

“you’re saying all of this is hapoening because if some reta-” Before the man could continue insulting him, you spoke up.

“That’s not what he’s saying.” The room went quiet. You looked directly at the detective.“You’re ignoring his point. Kira isn’t just killing people randomly. He’s choosing who deserves punishment. That means he sees himself as someone above everyone else.” Your voice grew steadier.“He thinks he’s creating justice. He’s obsessed with his own power. Kira doesn’t just have a method, he has an ego. He’s a narcissist.”

For a moment, nobody spoke. Matsuda stared at you. You defended him. Not because you knew him. Not because you owed him anything. You just listened. Something in his chest tightened.

Pender placed a hand on your shoulder, smiling proudly.

After the meeting, Pender gathered both of your briefcases.“That’s our time for today.” he said in hour ear

The issue is, how the hell were you supposed to exit? “Grab into my sleeve” oferred Pender. As you were guided by Pender out the door , you noticed Matsuda watching you again.You caught his eyes. Instead of looking away this time, you smiled and waved. His entire body froze. Then, like always, his face turned bright red. You laughed quietly to yourself. Jeez that man had staring problems.

Cute.

But Matsuda stood there long after you left. She remembered me. That tiny thought repeated in his head over and over. She didn’t ignore me. She didn’t laugh. She smiled.

“You did good out there.” Pender’s voice broke the silence as the two of you walked through the long hallway, him walking in pace in front of you, the noise of the investigation room slowly fading behind you.

You looked down, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah…”

You hesitated before biting your lip. “Did you see the way they treated that boy?”

Pender glanced behind at you. “Who? The one with the whole ‘Heavenly Father punishing us for our sins’ theory?” The second he said it, you burst out laughing. Pender tried to hold it in, but the corner of his mouth lifted as well.

“No, not him,” you said between laughs. “I mean… what’s his name, Matsuda?”

His expression softened slightly. “He made a good point. Did you notice how quickly they dismissed him? They didn’t even listen to what he was actually saying. They just decided he was wrong because it was him.”

Pender stopped walking. You weren’t expecting it, so you walked straight into his back. “Jeez what the heck, Raye!”

You lightly smacked his shoulder, but he barely reacted. Instead, he leans his head back towards you seriously.

“I don’t want you ending up like that, Y/N.”

Your smile faded. The sudden change in his voice caught you off guard.

“I trained you well. I know what you’re capable of. But you’re young… and you’re a woman in a field where people are constantly looking for reasons to underestimate you.”

You frowned slightly.“Well, I know that, but I’m just saying—”

“Y/N.” His tone stopped you. He looked back forward down the hallway. “Did you see that boy’s face when they laughed at him?” You went quiet

“ That isn’t a one time thing, thats something hes use to.” Pender said as he sighed. “And whether he admits it or not… it’s affecting him.” You watched him carefully.

“Don’t let yourself become someone who needs everyone else’s approval to know your worth.” His words hit harder than you expected. “Be strong.” “I know you are.” He continued walking, but you weren’t finished.

“And how do you know all of that about him? You’ve literally only known him today.” You argued. As you reached the exit, Pender opened the door for you, letting the sunlight spill into the hallway. He gave you a knowing look.

“I’m a detective.”

Later that night, Matsuda sat in front of his computer, unable to sleep. He told himself he was just curious. That was all. He was only looking up information about a coworker. Nothing strange. Nothing wrong. But then your name appeared.

Y/N L/N.

Your profile was filled with pieces of yourself he had never seen before. Photos with friends, concerts, hobbies, outfits that showed your personality outside of the office. Most photos were with some chick. She was cute too.., but not as besutiful as you. You even had photos of you guys as kids.

You weren’t just the girl who smiled at him. You were a whole person. And somehow that made him even more fascinated.

Then he saw the photos of you and Pender. Some looking like a libary study, others were off guard photos you took, one even of you two making silly faces on a couch.

His smile slowly faded. You trusted him. You looked happy around him. The two of you had years of memories together. A feeling he didn’t want to admit settled painfully in his chest.

Jealousy. He hated it…. No he hated Pender He had no right to feel that way. He barely knew you. But the idea of someone else knowing every side of you, the side nobody at headquarters had seen, bothered him more than it should have.

The last photo was of you kissing an eldery man’s cheek. Grandpa he guessed. It was clear you cared for that old man a lot. The life you had before him. And somewhere deep inside, an ugly thought appeared. I want to be part of that.

This one will be a quick silly one. Hope you guys enjoy!

You just got off of work after a long 10hr shift. Your feet hurt and so does your back, and you have the bitchiest headache you’ve ever experienced. What couldn’t be better than Mc Donald’s right now?

Pulling into the driveway you wait patently, taking a scroll break on your phone to see what you’ve missed on your socials. Nothing much has happened out side of work. After around 10 minutes you start to get a bit annoyed. It’s 1am and an empty drive through. Who the hell is busy at this time? You roll your windows down and scream through your car. “Hello?!….” Nothing. Are they even open? They’ve got to be it’s a 24hr fast food restaurant. After waiting for a next 5 minutes, you give it another try “Hell-“

“Damn can you be any louder! Jeez… anyway, whatcha want.” The boy through the speaker says. What. The. Fuck. Is this a joke? “Well excuse the hell out of you? I’ve been sitting in this empty driveway for like 20 minutes!” There is a long pause behind the speaker before the boy talks again. “Heheh yea.. Im not gonna lie, Im high key geeked… that chill with you?” ….HUH?! Everything in your body right now is holding you back from jumping through that speaker and strangling the idiot. Today has been a joke to you. You had a rush early in the morning, then an old lady who didn’t know how to use her gift card, and then a group of immature teenage boys coming in your store to goof around.

“Look.. I’ve had a long night, my body hurts, and Im slowly losing my sanity. So please… give me a Big Mac and a Dr Pepper before i jump through your ugly little speaker and physically harm you.” You yell through your window. You’ve had it tonight and got nothing else to lose. All you want is to eat and go home. Why is the universe after you today. Just like before the boy took a long pause before answering. “….huh”. And with that you began to launch yourself out the window before the speaker starts to burst out in laughter. “Im just playing with ya. I heard you loud and clear. Yadda yadda bad day your hungry we all been there. Come to the window for me”

You roll your eyes at his childish antics. You pull up to the next window searching for your wallet. “That will be 10.00”. After grabbing your money, you look up… you recognize him from somewhere. Gojos eyes widen as he recognizes you as well. Then it all clicks together… him and his group of little rats were the ones giving you a hard time. “You’re the damn kid who was acting a fool at my job huh!?” You yell. Gojo nervously laughs “I don’t know what you’re talking about ma’am.” You were pissed. Far from pissed actually. Nothing could get any worse. If you’re being honest, boy was lucky he was cute, or else you actually would’ve jumped through your window. And that pissed you off even more. You aggressively handed your money to him as he rung it up.

“You’d be pretty hot if you weren’t so aggressive” he smirks. “Guys don’t like that in a girl.. well, some do. Some boys are kinda into that y’know?” A bright pink blush appears on your face before you shut that shit down imminently. “And you’d be pretty decent if you weren’t an asshole.“ He chuckles at that. “Aww baby, you think Im decent after antagonizing your little store?” Steam almost fumes out your ears with anger before your food is handed to you. You snatch your food out of his hands before digging into it as if you haven’t ate in ages.

Yandere! Matsuda x Female/Nonbinary Reader?

Go wild with it if you'd like, I rarely see any Matsuda fics so I'd love to see how you write him! Thanks :3 🫶🏾🌸

Obsessive Justice CHAPTER 1

The first time he looked at you, it was with a shy smile. The last time, it was with an intensity that promised you’d never be truly alone again.

Yandere Matsuda x Reader

Chapt 2 out now

With the increased reports of criminals dying from sudden, unexplained “heart attacks,” the office had become busier than ever. Every day another stack of files landed on someone’s desk, another suspect died before they could be questioned, and another lead slipped through the task force’s fingers.

Detectives from all across Japan were being transferred onto the Kira Investigation Team, filling the once familiar headquarters with unfamiliar faces and louder conversations. More experienced investigators meant more eyes on the case and more chances to catch Kira. That was supposed to be a good thing. For Matsuda, however, the growing team only made him feel smaller.

He had always been considered the child of the investigation. The optimistic one. The emotional one. The detective everyone smiled at instead of listened to. Nobody ever seemed to take him seriously, and if he was honest with himself, he wasn’t entirely sure he could blame them. Every morning he stood in front of his bathroom mirror, staring into the reflection of a young man with tired puppy-dog eyes and a face that still looked too soft to command respect. Childish. Soft. Coward. Naïve. Weak. Small. Stupid.