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A Paint Brush
Yusuke Kitagawa x Fem!Reader
Warnings: mentions of a toxic relationship(even though i wrote this i DO NOT support toxic relationships in anyway), but thats really all! enjoy!
Word count: 780
Y/n traced her hands over the tattoos that adorned her arms. There were only a couple of things, a pretty paint brush, a inari mask, and a little tattoo of food. They were pretty little things, beautifully made, and Y/n often spent time tracing them, running her fingers over the intricate designs admiring them. Her eyes often drifted to them when she was at her worst, when tears ran down her face, when she never thought she would meet her soulmate. They brought her more comfort than anything ever could, for some reason.
On one particular day, she felt worse than ever, and she did what she always did. She looked at them.
Her boyfriend had lied to her. Said they were soulmates. Made tattoos to look like the hobbies and things Y/n loved. And today she had found out that they weren’t meant to be.
“Seriously, Akio? Why would you lie to me?” she cried, not even daring to look him in the eyes. Her legs were shaking, and she had attempted to control her breathing, but it was to no avail.
“Because Y/n! I love you! You're all that I need!” he said, grabbing her arms, digging his nails into her wrists. Y/n was scared and sad, and she didn’t know what to do, so she did the only thing she could. She fought. She withered around his arms, flailing her legs, screaming- begging to be let free, for him to leave her alone, and finally after landing a blow on his shin, he dropped her, anger filling his face. And so she ran, faster than she ever had.
And now she was in a park. Flower petals drifted around her as she sat on the bench with her legs tucked up against her chest. The tears had stopped, at least. She had to figure out the situation. Her boyfriend- ex boyfriend, had been crazy. She always knew that, but it had been manageable before. Now? She saw who she really was. And she wanted nothing to do with him. What had once been love, had quickly turned to something much different.
She watched people pass late into the afternoon, sleep slowly taking over her, making her head heavier than it was before. But she knew she couldn’t sleep in public, she would be too vulnerable, so she moved to get up.
“Please! Go back to your original position! It was stunning…Extraordinary, even!” said a voice. She froze, moving her head to the side, to see a man, not much older looking than her. He was beautiful, stunning, even from a distance.
“E-excuse me?” she stuttered, looking him in the eyes. She moved her eyes to look down at the things surrounding him, a paint kit, a pencil, and a canvas, along with some water. “Are you..drawing me?” she said, hesitantly. His eyes lit up, and he nodded.
“Of course! I couldn’t let such stunning beauty go to waste!” he said. His voice was deep, and his tone was formal, and something about it struck her in the heart. So she turned back into her original position, and he quickly got back to work. She hadn’t noticed the sounds of pencil before, but now it was prominent to her. She looked around. The park was quite a sight, flower petals flowing through the air, the scent of honey all around her. Her eyes drifted to her tattoos, as they often do. a pretty paint brush, a inari mask, and a little tattoo of food. They were so familiar to her, something she had known for her whole life. The pretty paint brush was her favorite.
The paint brush.
She quickly turned her head over to the male sketching out her form, and she looked at the paint brush he had with his painting kit. They were the same. She tried to run it off as a coincidence, but the more she started at it, the more she felt she was right. So she stood up, much to the male's discontent, and sat down in front of him.
“Your arm..can I see it?” she asked softly. He stared at her, confusion written all over his face, so she showed him her arm.
a pretty paint brush, a inari mask, and a little tattoo of food. His eyes widened, big dark blue iris’s flashing in the light. He slowly pulled out his arm.
A tattoo of your favourite things were there, decorating his pale smooth skin. You looked back up from his arm to his eyes. And he looked right back at you, his eyes full and content. Slowly a smile grew on his pretty face, as he took your hand, and placed a kiss against your knuckles.
I found this by accident
And then remembered about Kemono Jihen
I mean, isn’t that the place Kon lived before Inari?
Btw
I’m not sure if I’m ready for angry kitsune attack. And there I thought this year can’t get any worse.
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