SHINIGAMI | TR x reader x JJK

ch 16 - 'dead'

11:00 am

you were back at bonten where kakucho lead you to an empty office room he said you could use.

you didn't really have anything to do so you just stared at the ceiling and fell into your thoughts.

'I'm tired brother...'

'I-i need you back, I feel so empty. what did we even do?' you thought to yourself, unknown to you a tear had escaped your eyes.

'why can't I sleep, I'm so tired

why can't I see you?

why can't I remember your face?

if I  sleep will I remember your face?

if I die will I be at peace?

or will they keep me from sleep, will they keep me from death?

will they ever let me see you again?'

"I need you back, izanagi..."

*click

you quickly rubbed your face and looked at the person who entered.

"hey do you have... are you ok?"

kokonoi haijime.

"huh? yeah I'm fine why?" you asked sitting up properly.

"you have major eye bags, probably worse than Mikey," he stated pointing to your eyes.

"ah, I'll be fine," you said waving the topic off.

"anyways, what did you need?"

"ah, did you have the papers on the bars income?"

'bitch what the fuck is he talking about' you thought to yourself.

"I have no clue. I haven't done anything but stare at the ceiling for the past hour."

he gave you the 'are you serious' face and you only nodded in reply.

"*sigh, I'll ask sanzu I guess," he began to walk out of the room.

"he's high right now, I doubt you'll get anything from him," you told him.

"of course he is," he muttered as he closed the door.

you stared back at the ceiling and sighed.

you rummaged your pockets until you found your pocket knife.

"here I come sweet sleep," you muttered as you stabbed it into your wrist.

"sorry satoru, guess I couldn't resist huh...?" you muttered before your eyes closed to sweet relief.

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7:00 pm

"hey y/n? you there?" sanzu said knocking the door(surprise surprise). when you didn't reply he opened it to the pungent smell of blood.

his eyes scrunched up in confusion. why would there be blood?

he walked to you but when he reached your desk his eyes widened.

there you sat. your arm hanging from the side of the chair, knife stuck, blood pouring.

his hands shook as he reached for his phone.

"huh? what is brat?" takeomi said over the other side

"y-y/n"

"huh? what about her?" he was confused. sanzu never called him.

"s-she's dead. her hand won't stop bleeding."

"hah?!" he got up from his chair and ran out of his office.