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erunapendleton · 5 years

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AU of non-serial killer!Kira meeting Shinobu as college freshmen and he obsesses over how soft and lovely her hands are and just wants to... kiss them every night...

I just wanted to say i’m extremely giddy that this was sent to me i follow a lot of other fic writers that get prompts sent to them and for one to be sent to me is exciting! thank you!

“Pathetic…” the words were grounded out from his teeth. “Absolutely pathetic.”

Yoshikage Kira laid there in his singlet bed under the darkness of a Friday evening. He was thinking of her again. Shinobu Kondo, the gorgeous girl with even more gorgeous hands who lived just two doors down from his own dorm room.

If she could just hold my face. Caress my cheek with the back of her hand, he thought as he palmed the thin layer of his pajama pants. Or if I could just hold her hand. Once… He could imagine how they would look if they were wrapped around him right now. Skin milky, fingers thin and nails manicured a deep, flirty red.

Fuck, she’s just my type.

He’s stroking himself now furiously, too. The sound of her voice whispers in his ear and she asks sweetly like a kiss, “Yoshikage, do I really make you feel this way?”

And with that he finishes into his own imperfect hand.

He sits up and slaps the on switch of his desk light. The Beach Boys’ “Wouldn’t It Be Nice” still plays softly as he looks at what he’s spilled into his palm.

“And we could be married,” the song plays on. “And we could be happy.”

Kira wipes his hand with a tissue. “It would be nice.”

LAST WEEK

“Leave it to Shinobu to be late as usual,” Ayane mumbled. She rolled her pencil under her hand as if she were thinning out pizza dough on the library table.

“She’ll be here,” Tsurugi said while making notes in her planner. “I told her 12 at the library.”

“You sure she knows you meant 12 in the afternoon? Maybe the dummy thought you meant midnight.”

“Ayane,” Tsurugi said with a fleeting laugh.

“Or maybe she’s stuck making out with her too cool for school boyfriend she’s always dangling in front of her faces.”

“You know she doesn’t do that.”

Ayane scoffed. “Whatever, sympathizer. You can say whatever you want, but we both know he’s out of her league.”

In the table adjacent to theirs, Yoshikage Kira glanced over. The girl with the loud mouth ranted on as she wagged her hand.

Broken and uneven nails. Green acrylics at that, he thought. The frailty of her nails were obvious. Ugly nails for an ugly-hearted girl.

He shut his book and left the table. This only drew more whispers from girls from the table over. As he opened the double doors, a girl slammed directly into his chest knocking the book he was carrying out of his hands as well the ones she held. Like snow fall, papers floated down to floor around them.

“I’m so sorry,” she said from the floor. She appeared dazed with her hand over her forehead. “I didn’t even see you…”

“It’s fine,” he huffed. The daily irritations kept mounting. He knelt down to her with a hand extended. “Can you stand?”

She looked up at him. The fatigue covered her sallow face like makeup, but she still smiled at him. “I should help you pick up your stuff before I get up, though. Right?”

“Sure,” he said.

She shifted to her knees and the two began gathering and scooping their flittering papers together. Her hand landed on his as he reached for his textbook. The florescence of the lights above made the red of her nails dazzle him, nearly putting stars in his eyes. Plush, silk, even velour none of these words could bring any semblance of justice to describing what exactly her hands felt like.

He was struck by what he could only discern was Cupid’s proverbial arrow.

“Do you study art history?”

What?

“Art history?” she asked again.

“Oh, no, I just admire Da Vinci’s works,” he muttered and took the book into his hands. They both stood.

“So, you study him for fun?”

“Yes, it’s a bit of a hobby of mine, I suppose.” He thought that was one way of putting it. A lot simpler than explaining his affections toward the hands of the Mona Lisa.

“That’s pretty cool,” she beamed. “Wait,” she squinted at him. “I know you! You live in my dorm, don’t you? Yoshihiro Kira?”

“Yoshikage,” he corrected her. “That’s actually my father’s name.”

“Oh, oops.” She saw around him her friends waving to her and then peered back to him. “Oh, well, my name’s Shinobu. It was nice to meet you, Yoshikage.”

“Likewise, Shinobu…” He watched as her pastel orange hair fluttered from her ponytail like a ribbon as she left him.

“Made us wait long enough,” Ayane said as Shinobu takes her seat.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s going on with my body,” Shinobu said. “My head was pounding when I got up and when I made it to the bathroom it was over. I blew chunks everywhere.”

“You’re sick?” Tsurugi asked.

“I guess? I’ve been waking up nauseous for days now,” Shinobu said.

“Maybe you gotta lay off the booze, party girl,” Ayane teased.

Shinobu rolled her eyes. “Keep calling me that and I’ll puke on you next.”

Giggles broke out among the girls only for them to be shushed by the nearby librarian.

FRIDAY

“You Still Believe in Me” starts to play as Kira is bathed in darkness. He feels almost stupid being this consumed by the idea of a girl and even stupider at the idea of her surrounded in perfumed hearts.

“She’s normal, average and most of all human like every other girl—”

And as he utters lies about his unrequited darling, he hears the sound of muffled, but unmistakable crying beyond the door from the hallway. Possessed by a force with inhibitions abandoned, Kira opens the door and he sees her, the girl with the lovely hands.

But, she’s the source of the crying and she’s fumbling with her keys in front of her room. He shuts the door behind him as he approaches her, seemingly running on auto-pilot himself.

“Shinobu,” he says softly, but still manages to scare her as she drops her keys.

“Oh, it’s you, Yoshikage,” she sniffs and then flashes him a quick smile. “You caught me off guard there.” He ducks down to pick up her keys.

“I didn’t mean to startle you. I apologize,” he says before placing the keys in her hand and linger there for a little too long. But she doesn’t say anything and he’s thankful to God or whoever for that.

“I know you didn’t. Don’t be silly,” she says. “Did you, um, need something by the way?”

Her heart begins to settle as well as her breathing and she is just about relieved to have stopped crying. She looks up at him to see him intently watching her. A look of interest in her. A rare occurrence she didn’t care to admit. Something about those purple eyes of his are catlike and glow lightly toward her.

“I heard something. Crying, I thought,” he says. “But, it seems I imagined it. I should leave you be. It’s late—”

“No!” She lunges, grabbing his arm. “I… I really don’t want to be alone right now…”

He follows in behind her and she plugs in a lamp that only gives off a dim candescence. The room is mostly organized save for her bed that has a tangled blanket strewn across it. She joins him on the cot after she hands him a soda from the mini fridge.

“How are you feeling?” he asks after she takes a long uninterrupted chug of ginger ale.

“Fine… why wouldn’t I be?”

“Shinobu,” he said, giving her a look baked in concern.

“I thought I’d be able to escape my problems talking to you, Yoshi,” she says after blowing a raspberry. She sets her drink down on her desk and then lays her head in his lap. This action nearly sets him on fire, but he tries to extinguish himself with the idea of dying children. It’s not working.

He places his free hand on her cheek. “What would you like to talk about then?”

“Um… what do you want out of life?” she asks and then places her hands over her stomach.

Kira rests his head onto the wall. He can see their shadows blurred together and inseparable. “I’ve only ever dreamed to live a life of quiet. Nothing too grand, but just quiet and peaceful until I die.”

Shinobu lips slip open. “Nothing too grand?”

“I have no desire of being rich or famous… it seems that’s important to a lot of people our age. Life can be so simple.”

“Where would you live? The countryside?”

“A beachside town more like,” he says as he curls his fingers in her hair. “Somewhere I can have a picnic during the days and evenings.”

“That sounds lovely…” she closes her eyes and suddenly she can see the waves crashing near a lighthouse’s cliff and a yellow sky.

“Yes, it would be,” he says and drifts his hand down to over hers on her stomach.

“What would our house look like?”

“Our?” he asks.

Shinobu flushes. “I meant your house.”

Kira frowns. “Shinobu, don’t you… have a boyfriend?”

“No, not anymore,” she practically mouths and instead of vocalizing as her eyes become flooded by tears again. She shrivels like a flower in winter and he holds her when she sits up in his lap.

“What happened tonight?” he asks after a long while of just holding her.

“I figured out what’s been making me sick.” Her voice wobbled, but she spoke anyway. “I’m pregnant.”

His heart rockets down into his feet, but he holds her closely. “And?”

“And… Kosaku told me to handle it. I’m nearly a month along and he wants me to handle it,” she says with a voice laced in horror. “I went in there and I couldn’t take it. H-he broke up with me on the spot because I couldn’t do it.”

“Terrible…”

“I-I never thought I’d have a baby this way, but I’ve accepted it… and I’m,” she smiles bittersweetly. “Excited.”

“You are?”

“In another life, I might have been angry at my circumstances… forced to put my life on hold or never achieve any of my dreams of grandeur, but,” she pauses to cup his face in her hands nearly making him burst. “You opened my eyes. I’m going to have a baby that I can love unconditionally. I don’t need anything more than that. Just a quiet little life.”

She kisses his cheek and it almost feels like a goodbye.

“Shinobu,” he says. The twin jars of honey in her eyes can be seen again glittering like stardust. “Would there be any space for me in your little life?”

“I think there is,” she murmurs against his lips.

#ask #answered #anonymous #kirashino #yoshikage kira #shinobu kawajiri #this started so differently and then ended up being almost sad wtf i dont know how to balance tones fml

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