Error ♡ 【 Iruma Miu x Reader 】

「3. remember」

"My name is–" Before the girl could even introduce herself, the moody inventor barked at her with some vulgar language. She was trying to act normal, like she used to with her partner, but it still stung badly that the beautiful female didn't remember her.
"I already know who you fucking are, you unattractive shit. Do yourself a favor and go take a shower! You smell like a fucking muddy pig! Sure is a fucking shame you already look like one as well." Iruma spat out.

The shocked female retorted back quickly, slightly stunned by such an uncalled for insult. "That is no way to speak to someone you just met. Did you ever to learn to have some manners?"

Iruma scoffed and swayed her left hand back and forth. "I don't give a flying donkey dick! Good thing you're with a genius inventor or you would be lost in your own stupidity!" She stated rather proudly. "Now fucking follow me before I change my mind and leave you smelling around the house like that."

The girl she had feelings for proceeded to nod her head and wait for Iruma to move, but she just stayed still. "Is something the matter?" The no longer dead person asked the genius, yet she didn't respond. Instead, she only just looked right back at her.

Silence drowned both of them until the inventor said something completely out of the ordinary. "Are you so fucking sad that you have to have a dick necklace on you at all times?"

The other gasped and gripped the accessory tightly, glancing at it. "T-This isn't a..." She refused to say such a word. "My friend gave it to me. He was very cute and–" [Name] paused.

She couldn't remember his name. She couldn't remember at all. She just... couldn't. "Who gave this to me?" She whispered out loud, not noticing the panicked state the smart girl was in.

( Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Some fuckboy managed to hold a place in her heart. ) The creator thought, sweating rapidly. ( Unattractive bitch somehow got someone to give her a necklace. What a cute skank. She must not realize she's in the presence of a beautiful, gorgeous, intelligent human being. I'll show her. )

"Who gives a shit!" The innovator shouted out loudly, pointing at herself before saying: "You only have me now! It's been a fuck ton of years so he's probably gone by now, jerking off to some low quality porn. It's time you see how good I am and start worshipping me."

Iruma wouldn't let [Name] go run off to fuck some other guy. She worked too hard to get her back.

"Has it really been that long?" The ultimate asked the originator, having a downcast look on her face.

"Of course. However, you took too long and now you made me change my mind. Go find the goddamn bathroom and shower on your own, cunt." She ordered, turning away from her soon to be lover.

...

Iruma honestly had no idea what she was saying or doing. Would acting like this really have any benefits for her? Will it really help her in a long run? She didn't know at all. However, she had to put those thoughts aside and let the more critical ones slide right in.

How long would this effect last for? How much time until [Name] leaves her again? Was this invention designed to appear like a fairly good one and act as if it was truly doing its job when it really wasn't? Why did she not remember the smart and beautiful inventor?

Perhaps letting her thoughts get the best of her wasn't really an idea that was perfect for her. She needed a distraction from all this stress and anxiety. "Drugs!!" She exclaimed, scaring the girl who was still behind her.

"A-Aren't those incredibly bad for your health?" The ultimate asked, startling Iruma.

"I thought I fucking told you to take a shitty ass shower! Go before I help you wash your sweaty, saggy... beautiful..." The innovator began to sweat at the thought of groping her partner's chest, hugging herself quite tightly. "I have an invention that can help you with that, actually. Heh. Your tits are probably big, but not as big as mine, of course." She meant to mumble that, but the humble girl picked it up.

"W-What?!" She screeched out, backing away to the door.

"Why the fuck did you hear that?! Are you some sort of pervert who listens to people when they are talking to their sad selves??"

The girl tilted her head. "Aren't you calling yourself sad then?"

Iruma immediately squeaked out of fright and her eyes darted away from the other female. She didn't expect [Name] to fight back that fast. She already did a little bit earlier, but Iruma didn't want her to always have a comeback to roast her with, she couldn't handle a situation like that. "Fucking forget it. I'll get you new clothes, those colors you're wearing make you look like a nasty ass pedophile anyways.

"They do? But I thought–"

"Shut up!"