Sanzu Haruchiyo: Nounfixation

Guys this is a special chapter explaining Sanzu's obsession with Y/n and how they met. I can't think of anything to write for the actual story, so this is the best I got. :)-Duvichi

Her hair, her scent, her soft lips. Everything about her was my obsession. I first saw her with Mikey, she caught my attention immediately. I pretended not to see her, I pretended she didn't exist, but she was everywhere in my head.

I couldn't sleep, I couldn't think, my mind was crazy about her.

I wanted her.

Y/n was my light, she didn't know it, but she was. Her hair was soft and it smelled like roses.

My hood was up, my mask covering my face. The rain was falling from the sky, it soaked into my sweatshirt. I didn't care, I really could've cared less.

Someone bumped into me, I wanted to yell and beat the shit out of them. But I couldn't bring myself to when I saw her face. Her sweet face, her soft skin. Y/n fell in a rain puddle, her umbrella to the side. Her skirt was up and I could see her underwear, her white shirt soaked through, her bright red bra visible.

I pulled my hood down and reached forward, pulling down her skirt, "I apologize, I doubt you want anyone else to see that..."

Why am I being so nice?

"Thank you." She smiled sheepishly, reaching for her umbrella and standing to her feet. I expected to have to stand on my own, after all, no one ever held a hand out to help me, but she offered me hers.

Her palm was soft and she reeked of a cherry blossom scent, "I feel like I recognize you from somewhere? Do we know each other?" She asked me, my hair falling from behind my ears.

"No." I looked away, trying to avoid her soft gaze.

"No, we definitely do!" She laughed grabbing my hoodie sleeve, the realization clicking in her head, "You're Sanzu Haruchiyo, you're that grumpy guy who wears the mask all the time." Her smile was sweet, it sent a euphoric feeling through my body.

I couldn't find the words to speak, I didn't think she noticed me. I had always blended into the background, to people I was a low-life thug. But she did.

"Yeah, you're in the fourth division right?" I smiled, she was so beautiful.

"Yeah, you're in the fifth division with Yasuhiro Muto?" She looked up at me, her gaze was soft and her gentle fingers still clinging to my hoodie.

"Yeah," I said blandly, I wonder constantly what her body would look like. Her hips, her curves, her butt, and her chest. Her lips against mine. What she looked like in my clothes, my hoodie, my everything.

Her phone vibrated in her bag and she pulled her hand away from my hoodie, my anger flared and I felt a warm sensation where her hand had once been.

I stood there while she was on the phone, I wondered if she wanted me to leave or stay.

She hung up and threw her phone back into her bag, she lifted her head and her gaze met with mine. The rain hit harder now, both of us drenched in rainwater. A comfortable silence between us.

"It was nice meeting you, I have to go. See ya around!" She said with a smile, I only gave her a small smile that she couldn't see, and she ran off into the grey abyss.

That was the beginning of our friendship and my obsession, she would be mine, she would love me and I would love her, we would be one together...

No matter what...