⎯ The Divine of Judgment⎯ || BSD x Reader

A Normal Morning | 004 |

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[Y/n] decided to focus on breakfast, flipping the bacon over. On the pan, the bacon sizzled, filling the kitchen with a delicious aroma. [Y/n]'s mouth watered, but she couldn't wait to grab a piece and take a bite. As she prepared pancakes to go along with the sizzling bacon, her stomach grumbled with anticipation. With breakfast now arranged on a plate, she dug in, savoring every bite. As the aroma of the bacon wafted through the air, she realized her phone was vibrating on the table.

She switched her phone on with her free hand and saw numerous texts from Dazai. Curious to see what the urgency was, she opened the messages and read them with a frown, feeling distasteful for their friendship. As she scrolled through his messages, she sipped on a warm cup of tea, feeling content and relaxed.  By now she couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment of relaxation before starting another busy day. 

As she finished putting on her shoes by the door, [Y/n] felt her phone buzz in her trench coat pocket, instantly capturing her attention. Retrieving it, she saw that Dazai was calling her, causing her to raise an eyebrow in surprise. She wondered why he would still be contacting her after she ignored him. With a curious expression, she raised the phone to her ear and deftly swiped the green icon to answer. "Good morning, Belladonna!" he greeted. 

"If this is about an attempted suicide, then I'm not interested." Without bothering to hear what he had to say, [Y/n] quickly hung up. She shoved her phone inside her coat, lifting her hand to grasp the door handle and bringing it down. Pushing the front door open, she stepped outside as the sun's beams nearly blinded her. The cool morning air brushed against her cheeks as she stepped outside, taking a deep breath. 

As [Y/n]'s fingers fumbled with her keys, a low rumbling sound emanated from her trench coat pocket. She paused for a moment, listening to the faint vibrations, before finally extracting the object of her search. "Good morning," The gruff voice of Fukuzawa greeted her on the other end of the line. [Y/n] smiled and held the small device to her ear, eager to hear what the leader had to say. She locked the door behind her, the latch clicking into place. "Oh, President," she responded politely. "Good morning."

"There's no need to be formal with me." [Y/n] quickly shook her head in disapproval. "That would be highly inappropriate of me, President." [Y/n] made her way down the dormitory's wide stairway; trailing a finger along the handrail. "On a more serious note, the were-tigers entrance exam is today. I assume Dazai informed you?" [Y/n] hummed softly to herself. The discussion came to an end after they talked about other directives that the president had given her. 

As Kunikida arrived at the designated time, he was seen holding his notebook and making last-minute adjustments to his schedule. He wore his glasses, which perfectly complemented his appearance. Upon inquiring about her readiness, he received a nod from [Y/n], who had just regained her composure after leaning against the wall. She gracefully walked forward, and the two began their discussion about Atsushi's exam. 

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Atsushi, who had been enjoying a peaceful slumber, was suddenly awakened by the bright sun shining directly into his eyes. "Huh? Where am I?" Atsushi muttered under his breath. "What happened last night?" He tried to recall the events of the previous night, but his memory was hazy. He tried to get his bearings and figure out where he was. As Atsushi examined his unfamiliar surroundings, he could vaguely recall what had transpired the night before.

Despite his best efforts to recall specific details, he realized that he needed to retrace his steps and piece together what had transpired in order to fully understand what happened. Do you remember nothing at all from when you transformed? ' 'What are you talking about? ' 'But your right hand is still transformed.' Atsushi was jolted from his thoughts, his heart racing as he sat up abruptly, the blanket falling off his body. He recalled Dazai's words and brought his hand to his face to see if the tiger paw was still there.