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Tsuchigomori x GN!Reader

CW: mentions of blood

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This..

As Tsuchigomori looked at the scene in front of him, it felt as if everything in his body froze, tears running down his face.

Is why I don’t have relationships with humans.

The face of his lover was pale, a stark difference from how they used to be. The blood that would rush to their cheeks from his teasing was now anywhere but their body. The car that had hit them drove off immediately, the driver not wanting to be responsible for the accident. Their eyes got more clouded as onlookers called for help, but he knew there was no way to get them back now. He had seen eyes like that many times before.

When emergency services arrived and he saw as they pronounced them dead, it was like someone covered his ears. The only thing he could hear were his ragged breaths and all he could feel was the strangling feeling around his neck as he held back his sobs.

Stumbling back into the school building and into his library, he finally let it all out. His sobs echoed throughout the bookshelves and he fell to his knees, holding his head in his hands.

The memories he made with them was all he had left.

The way they comforted him through his struggling moments, how they made him laugh, their own laugh. How, although a brief moment of shock, they still loved him after finding out about him being an apparition.

Pushing himself up, he looked up at a painting they made for him. He got up from his position on the floor and approached it slowly. It was a gorgeous gouache creation of lavenders, the purple standing out compared to the dull background, which they had intended. He remembers how their face was lit up when Y/N brought it to him, saying it was their best work yet and how they wanted him to have it.

That was a week before their untimely demise.

Knowing that they would no longer be there caused a nauseous feeling to fill him. He turned to his desk, his breath quickening before he started crying again, punching his desk over and over with the banging causing butterflies to erupt and flutter through the air.

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Three Months Later

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When Hanako, Nene, and Kou dragged him out of his library, he complained.

A lot.

He heard them talking about a new apparition they found, the hallway, and a supposedly haunted painting.

”And why are you bringing me with you?” He grumbled.

Hanako simply grinned and responded with his usual cheerful tone, “Because last time we found a new apparition we barely made it out, so we need adult supervision now according to Nene.”

“I am not about to become ghost chow!” She cried out, hands trembling at what this next one might contain.

“They’d go after you because of your daikon legs, not because you were there.”

The librarian watched as she slapped number 7’s arm, thinking back on how Y/N would tease him in a similar way before.

Kou, Nene, and Hanako bickered back and forth as they walked to their destination, Tsuchigomori taking out his pipe before pausing, putting it back in his coat’s inner pocket. Y/N hated whenever he used it, even after he tried to explain he was already dead and nothing bad would happen from him using it.

“Here we are!”

Looking up, they all looked at the huge painting on the wall that they hadn’t noticed before. It was as if it both existed and didn’t at the same time, only existing when the viewer wanted it to. The painting had dazzling shades of purple and magenta, the image of an arch drawing them in.

Reaching out to it, Hanako’s hand went through, the paint warbling around him as he walked through, lending his hand to Nene and pulling her through before she could protest. Kou and Tsuchigomori followed in, and as they did they heard something- no, some*one*, repeatedly hitting a wall which echoed through the huge empty white room. The only things that stood out were a multitude of paint buckets, beautifully painted landscapes - including the one they walked through - and a figure hunched over the bare floor.

When Tsuchigomori glanced around at the paintings, Hanako walked up to the figure, “You must be the new apparition we’ve been hearing about.” The apparition whipped their head up at his voice, “Although, you’ve been much calmer than most I’ve met.”

They looked at Hanako before their eyes trailed behind him and widening. Tears graced their eyes before speaking, “Is that you.. Ryuujirou?..”

His breath got caught in his chest after hearing their voice, his own eyes widening before turning to look. He gasped when he saw it was them.

Y/N.

They stood up, and as they walked they left behind a trail of different colors of paint. He walked closer to them too, and with just a few more steps to go, he used his other four arms to brace himself as they ran into his arms.

They held each other close as tears started streaming down their faces. Pulling back, Ryuujirou gently put his hand on Y/N’s cheek and caressed it with his thumb, staring lovingly into their eyes.

“I-” His voice came out strained, making him cringe a bit, “I’ve missed you.. so damn much.”

As they stared into each other’s eyes, they closed the gap between them with a soft kiss. Warmth filling them with a fuzzy feeling inside as they pulled away shortly after, resting their foreheads against each others as they simply held the other in their arms.

The students and the ghost watched on nearby, Nene whispering, “We should leave them be,” to which the boys nodded, walking to the portrait they came through before.

Ryuujirou and Y/N stood there holding each other, making up for lost time.