Idea by: mi_llei AKA lunanoodlelove

[Not a request but okay]

Y/N's POV

"Hi, Miu-san!" I chirped as I walked right past her.

"Oh, hello, Y/N-sama!~" The inventor walked towards me, a smirk on her face. She walked behind me and started to grope me.

"A-Ahhhh!~ M-Miu-san! Wh-What are you doing?" I gasped.

She giggled sadistically before moaning in my ear.

"I'm fixing you..."

Before it could go any further, Rantaro walked in.

"R-Rantaro-kun! Help me!" I cried while Miu's arms tightened around me.

"Ne~ Y/N-san! Why don't you stay...?~" She groped.

Rantarou fumed as he ripped me out of Miu's grasp. "Don't touch her like that! She's not lesbo for you!" He yelled, completely embarrassed.

She pouted before crossing her arms. "I was just having some fun! Weren't you having fun?" She asked turning to look at me.

Sweat lined my face as I shook my head. "I hate perverts... sorry..."

Miu sighed and smiled slightly. "I was just joking, but sorry."

I nodded neutrally.

After Miu had left, it was just Amami and I left.

"I didn't know you swung that way, Y/N! I could've sworn you were touching Miu-san first!" He laughed.

My eyes widened in embarrassment. "B-But you just said I'm not lesbian! I-I only like guys-" [and girls if you're bi :) If you're actually lesbian, sorry. I just find it ironic though]

"Aw! No need to hide it, Y/N-kun!" He joked even more.

"Rantaro... please stop." I mumbled while stuffing my hands in my pockets.

"But we're just beginning! Please do tell me when the wedding is!"

Out of anger, I walked off.

"E-Eh?! Y/N! Wait!" Rantaro called, following me. "What actually happened?"

"Nothing." I stated flatly.

'I really don't really want to talk to Rantaro after what he said, and now he pretends to fucking care?!'

"Are you sure?"

"No."

"Wh-Wha?! Are you okay...?"

"No."

"But-"

"I'm going."

Before he could say anything else, I slipped into my room and locked the door. A tear splattered onto the floor.

Looking around, my room was a mess.

'It's all a part of being the Ultimate Painter.'

Splatters of paint lined the walls, making me smile slightly. I sat down in my comfy black bean bag chair and drifted into sleep.

Rantaro's POV

"Nishishishi! I see! Amami-kun is in love with Y/N-chan! Nishish-"

"Okay, you've had your laugh, now nishishut the fuck up!" I yelled. (References)

"Ouch! That hurt, Rantaro-kun!" Ouma cried. "But still!" He smiled mischievously. "You can't deny the fact that you love her!"

"B-But what if I don't want to fall in love again...?"

"Again?!" Ouma gasped dramatically. "Rantaro-kun is a player?!"

"I'm not a player, okay?" I sighed in my usual calm demeanor.

"Nishish- Actually... you can tell me your problems. I'm not going to tell, but I am a liar after all..."

I smiled slightly before starting. "I met her back in high school. We were always in the same class, but she would ignore me and call me kiwi-head [Or avocado]. I would laugh it off, but I never knew that would stick with me until now. She still calls me it sometimes..."

"Ooooh! The first sign Y/N-samama loves you back!" Ouma grinned.

"Y-Y/N.... sa... MAMA?!" I asked, a furious blush spread across my cheeks.

"Nishishishi! Yes! Now continue, Kiwi-head!"

I rolled my eyes and thought back to those nostalgic days. "Anyways, Y/N was always the center of attention for guys. She even had a crush once on this guy... I forgot is name but it was something like Izuru...? I remember being so mad...

"She didn't love me... I was heartbroken. Even though we didn't talk much, I couldn't help but stare from afar. After a couple of weeks, she befriended more guys who eventually took a liking to her. I wouldn't be surprised if her talent is the Ultimate Princess Charming."

"Princess Y/N? Nah! Doesn't fit! Nishish-"

"ANYWAYS!" I interrupted, getting sick of his laugh. "Y/N and I became friends by sophomore year, but every time we sat together at lunch, she would always sigh about the upperclassmen. I was really jealous! I mean, why doesn't she like me? I know I'm not good, but if we even get close to holding hands, that'd make me very happy.

"Now that we're here in this prison, I don't know how she'll handle this situation. I mean, she was always kinda claustrophobic, but I helped her cope with it. I want Y/N to love me. Even if it's a sister-brother kind of love, I hope to achieve it..."

Ouma stared at me intently, sipping at his Panta. His eyes watered. "YOU INTERRUPTED MY LAUGH!" He wailed.

I face-palmed and slapped his arm. "Snap out of it, Liar Boy!" I scolded him.

He nodded sadly and continued listening.

"When I saw Miu groping Y/N, I could tell she wasn't enjoying it. Even though Y/N would tell her to stop, she didn't. I remember first walking in and seeing that. Something inside me just snapped. I don't know, Ouma, but I don't want to kill anyone. Miu just made that so much harder..."

"It's okay, Kiwichiwa!" Ouma laughed childishly.

"K-K-Kiwichiwa...?!" I repeated, my eyes widening.

"Nishishi! Now go find Y/N and confess before you rant your dick off! It's not like Kiibo can do that anyways!"

"U-Um..."

"Get out of my room before this little Hitler makes you!" He grinned menacingly.

"O-Okay!" I shouted as I scurried out the door.

Y/N's POV

'Someone's knocking.'

Groggily, I got up and sighed to see who was at the door.

'Great. It's Rantaro fucking Amami.'

Roughly, I opened my door. "What?"

"A-Ah! I was wondering if you'd like to come to the kitchen with me?" He asked nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

"Why?" I eyes him suspiciously.

"Please just come with me." He took my hand in his, and a dark blush dusted my cheeks.

'Why are his hands so warm and soft..?' [PLEASE READ LUNA'S COMMENT]

He guided me through the corridors until finally we arrived at the kitchen. It was quiet, and everyone was asleep.

"Rantaro...?" I asked, getting unnerved by what he was going to do.

Slowly, he grabbed a knife from one of the handles. Alarm took over me as my fight or flight instinct kicked in.

Before I could do anything, he held up the knife to point it at his chest.

"I'm sorry, Y/N..."

Before he could plunge it into himself, I grabbed it away by grabbing it by the blade, slicing my palm open. Pink blood gushed onto the floor, but I didn't care. I disarmed him.

"Why would you do this...?" I asked while wrapping my arms around him. "Please, don't leave me here... I don't know anyone... I only know Angie and Toujo, but Toujo is like a dick to me... and Angie has more friends..."

"Y/N... I'm sorry... I can't bear it... this life...." (No pun intended)

"Then I'll help you! I'll do anything to help you get better! We'll escape!"

"Anything...?" He repeated while smiling sadly.

"Anything... just please don't leave me!"

He placed my bloody hand on his shoulder and took the other one in his hand. Then, I felt another hand push the small of my back towards him, making our lips collide. Of course, I gave in...

For fuck's sake! I fell in love with this guy ever since our first meeting! Izuru was a lie... I never liked that artificial talented madman... (Sorry)

Finally, he pulled away, a long string of saliva still hung between our lips.

"Y/N-chan... I love you..." He said while burying his face in my neck.

"I love you, too, Kiwichiwa!" I laughed as I rested my face against his chest.

"Wha-?!"

"Ouma told me everything!"

"That little DICK!"

"Tator."

MOST REFERENCES BY LUNANOODLELOVE, MI_LLEI, OR MILLY! IDGAF SUE ME! I DARE YOU! Actually please don't sue me... I'malreadypoorenough...

-TJ-