DECEPTION [7TH DIVISION/READER]

❀A CAT AND A DOG❀

You gritted your teeth, "Thanks."

Glancing back at your tormentor, you took notice of his neutral expression but his eyes held a slight glint in them. Before you could question him he quickly spun on his feet and walked out without a word. Your eyebrow twitched with annoyance at his retreating form, so much for making new friends.

Letting out a sigh, you quickly climbed into the upper bed and snuggled on top of the thin green blanket. So far your new adventure had only brought you stress and anxiety. Hopefully a nap would do you some good.

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A hot burning sensation ripped through your throat. You felt like you hadn't drank in years. Trying to take a breath, you panicked. You couldn't breathe. Your eyes flew open and your tightening throat barely let out a scream.

On top of you was a man you could only describe as deranged, choking you. His toned legs boxed you in underneath him, trapping you from any escape. You frantically brought your hands to his own and tried to claw your way free of his grip.

"You bitch, what the hell are you doing in my bed?!"

Large veins pulsated on his forehead and jaw as his hands wrapped tighter around your neck.

You gasped and dug harder into his skin, drawing thin lines of blood. Tears started to streak down from your eyes as you desperately started slamming your hands against his chest and shoved at his face. Your movements becoming weaker by the moment. Shit what was this strength? And who the hell was this?

Black dots spotted in your eyes as your strength started to give out, "Pl- let- go-"

The man squeezed one final time before releasing your reddened neck. You breathed in heavily and rubbed your tender skin. Hacking and coughing at the feeling of fresh air returning into your sore throat, new tears formed in your eyes.

You glared at the man with blurred vision, "What the hell?" Your throat stung and burned from your words.

He rolled his eyes. Clearly still thinking you were the one in the wrong, "Why were you in my bed, Huh? You could have wrinkled my picture of First Lieutenant Tsurumi I have under my pillow!"

You stared at him in shock, "Some guy told me this bed was open! And why the hell do you have a picture of the First Lieutenant under your pillow?!"

You released your neck and blinked away any remaining tears. Your cheeks felt sticky and your head groggy, but you could finally make out the image of your attacker and glared. His face was thin and smooth with full lashes and lips. His hair had a pronounced widowspeak and was shaven in a regulated buzz cut. You surveyed his arched eyebrows along with...the strange stick figure tattoos on his cheeks? You blinked in confusion at his strange markings. You almost felt ashamed about how cute you thought he looked with them.

The man scratched his chin completely unfazed after trying to choke you out, "Some guy?"

You coughed, "Ya, some guy. Shaved sides with long hair on top, super pale."

You flinched at his returning anger. His lips curled into a large scowl as his eyes dilated. He slammed his fist down next to your head and snarled at you, "That bastard Ogata set you up to this?! That damn wildcat! I bet he wanted you to ruin the picture I got of First Lieutenant Tsurumi, didn't he?!"