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uvobreakmylegs · 2 years

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Digging Deeper

College AU Nobunaga!

Warnings: mentions of violence, unhealthy relationships, smut, noncon, oral (male receiving), abusive relationships

Word Count: 8.8k

“You've got guts, ignoring Nobunaga like that.”

When those words were spoken, your focus was on making sure you had everything you needed for your class that would start in only a few minutes, double-checking to make sure you had completed the assignments that had been required. Since the name you heard wasn't one that you immediately recognized, you ignored the voice. Clearly, whoever was speaking wasn't talking to you.

That was what you thought until you heard that same voice saying your name.

You looked over to find a guy you remembered as being named Konstantin standing next to you, watching at you expectantly as you looked up from where you sat. The two of you weren't friends, so you weren't sure why he would go out of his way to talk to you

“I said, you've got guts ignoring Nobunaga like that,” he repeated, “but you'll regret making an enemy out of him. Making an enemy out of that guy also means making an enemy out of his whole group.”

You stared at him blankly for a few moments.

“Uh, what are you talking about?” you finally asked.

“That stunt you pulled the other day,” he said.

“Stunt? What stunt?”

“C'mon. You really think this clueless act is gonna save you when he catches you alone?”

At hearing that, you started to get worried.

“When who catches me?” you asked.

“You know. Nobunaga. Nobunaga Hazama. One of the top athletes on campus, and the guy that you totally blew off the other day.”

Blew off? What the hell was he talking about?

“I'm sorry, but I really don't know what you're talking about,” you said.

Now it was Konstantin's turn to look confused.

“Do you really not know what you did? Who you pissed off?” he asked you.

“I didn't do anything,” you said, “are you sure whatever happened involves me?”

He stood there in silence for a short moment before telling you “you'll be lucky if all you get is a visit to the hospital.”

That..... Was a lot more alarming, but you weren't able to get any more information out of him as the professor walked in at that moment and announced to everyone to take their seats.

As he returned to his seat, you were able to hear him mumble something about how you were “gonna get it.”

Despite what he had said, common sense told you to ignore him, which was easy enough to do as the professor began their lecture. He was just making something up to tease you; whether it was because he also didn't like you or because he'd been dared to or something you didn't know, but you told yourself to forget about it.

You managed to do that for the most part. Konstantin had made it out to be some big thing, but no one else had said anything about it. So it either wasn't that big of a deal, or it just hadn't happened and your classmate was playing some stupid joke on you. From what you could see, Konstantin spent too much time gossiping and telling far-fetched stories just to try to endear himself to people.

Maybe him trying to freak you out was his way of trying to impress someone or something.

Whatever it was, it wasn't worth worrying about, and the rest of your day and week went on as normal.

But even with nothing happening and the way you assured yourself that the story you heard wasn't important, it wouldn't leave your mind completely. Stupid story or not, it was alarming to hear someone imply that you were going to get beaten up for something that you weren't even aware of.

And who had Konstantin talked about? Some athlete? And apparently an important one at that.

Why you might've caught the attention of someone like that, you also had no clue. You weren't much of anyone on campus. You didn't stand out in any way, instead being happy to keep to yourself and not having much attention on you, and all you were concerned about was getting to your classes on time and making sure you'd completed the relevant assignments. The most you did outside of that was hang out in between classes on the underground floor of the library since not too many people went down there.

So no matter how much you wracked your brain trying to figure out how you had managed to slight someone, you couldn't figure out how or when that had happened.

But the answer to that came about a week later.

Your mind was on other things when you were walking to your next class, your earbuds in place while you dipped behind one of the campus buildings, keeping close to the brick wall. It was a shortcut that not many others seemed to know about, and you had traveled that route so often by now that you were running on autopilot, your thoughts a million miles away.

Because of that, you didn't notice the figure that was approaching you.

You only noticed when you nearly collided into them when they suddenly and purposefully stepped straight into your path. The presence of another person and the fact that you had almost run right into them forced you to come back to reality, and you immediately felt flustered and unsure of what to do as you managed to stop yourself from crashing into them.

Still a bit stuck on autopilot, you kept your eyes downcast as you apologized. Not that you thought you were to blame; in fact you would say that they clearly were at fault for the near collision, but you figured it was better to act like it was on you just so you could avoid any argument.

You didn't look up when you attempted to side-step them, wanting more than anything to be able to go on your way. Whatever weird dominance thing this was, you didn't want any further part in it.

But before you could get away, an arm suddenly shot out in front of you and slammed against the brick wall, effectively keeping you there.

Now you were starting to get nervous, and you looked up to see who exactly was doing this.

A guy that you couldn't remember seeing before stood before you. He was a bit on the taller side, sporting a ponytail that held his long black hair out of his face. He also had some bits of facial hair, and as the two of you made eye contact, he scowled.

He looked pretty irritated.

Should you try to get away? Maybe. But that didn't seem like a particularly diplomatic option and might just make a guy with potential anger issues even more annoyed with you. Pausing your music player and taking out one of your earbuds just so he knew that you were listening, you spoke to him.

“Did you need something?” you asked.

He scoffed a little.

“So that's how I get your attention, huh?” he asked.

Get my attention?

“Ah. Sorry, were you trying to talk to me? I couldn't hear,” you answered as sincerely as possible, pointing to the music player that you had pulled from your pocket.

He was still glaring at you as he asked “and is that supposed to be your explanation for what happened the other time, too?”

“Other time?”

This was nerve-wracking. You had no clue what he was talking about and you were starting to get scared over the fact that you were alone with him. There was no one else in sight.

What would happen if this situation somehow escalated?

“I don't... I don't think I know what you're talking about,” you tried.

“… Is this supposed to be a joke?” he asked.

You shook your head, and you must've looked absolutely terrified in that moment because his scowl softened.

Evidently this guy wasn't completely unreasonable, as he looked down to your music player that you were still holding and his expression became a bit more thoughtful.

Without another word he held out his hand and motioned for you to hand the music player over.

When you didn't do that, he sighed.

“I'm not gonna break it or anything, I just wanna listen,” he explained.

You still didn't want to hand it over, but you remembered that you were alone with this guy, and you weren't sure what the chances were that someone else might come along and get you out of this. His irritation seemed to have gone down when you spoke to him, so in an effort to keep his mood better, you gingerly handed him the device.

Holding up the music player and reaching down with his free hand to grab at the earbud you'd pulled out and slipping it into his own ear, he hit play. The song you had been listening to before he'd stopped you started up and you saw him wince.

“You have your volume up way too loud,” he told you. He began to mess with the volume control, turning the music down until it was at a level that he found acceptable.

Turning the player's screen back towards you, he continued “don't turn the volume up past that. You'll ruin your hearing otherwise.”

“Uh... Thanks for the advice?” you answered, though the uncertainty was still clear in your voice.

But it didn't even seem like he was listening to you, as he had turned off the player and was wrapping the wires of your earbuds around it, pulling out the one that was still in your other ear. He seemed a bit more relaxed now, you noted, almost like he was relieved.

“So that's it. It was just a mistake. You didn't do it on purpose,” he said to himself.

…. What the hell was all this about?

He looked back to you, noticeably more cheerful and he grinned a little as he handed you back your music player.

“Thank you,” you told him quietly.

“No problem,” he answered, “I'm Nobunaga.”

Nobunaga....?

Oh!

“Someone mentioned that I ignored you the other day?” you began, “or more like they said that I blew you off when you tried talking to me? Sorry if I did that. I really didn't notice anything.”

“Don't worry about it. After hearing it firsthand I get how you didn't notice me. But we've cleared that up, so it's all good,” said Nobunaga.

It caught you off-guard with how fast he had switched personalities, this cheerful, almost goofy attitude the complete opposite of how he had been when he had stopped you.

Right. You shouldn't forget the way this guy had stopped you by jumping in your path and forcing you to acknowledge him. Remembering the way this interaction had started had you feeling nervous again.

“Um, so,” you began again, “did you need something?”

“Just wanted to talk.”

“Oh. Um,” you stuttered, not really having the time to talk, “sorry, I need to get to my next class.”

“That's fine. I'll walk you there. Where you headed?” he asked.

“The.... The west science building,” you answered before adding “you don't have to walk me.”

“Nah, I want to,” he said, “here, give me your bag.”

“Huh?”

Nobunaga had barely finished speaking before he was slipping the shoulder straps of your backpack down and off of your arms, the sudden loss of the weight of your textbooks leaving you somewhat unsteady for a few moments. Throwing your bag over one shoulder, he motioned with his head as he told you “let's get going. Your class'll probably start soon, right?”

Still a bit bewildered and uncertain with this situation, you nodded and began to walk forward.

He asked you questions as the two of you walked, just general things such as what you were studying, which classes were your favorite and if you had any plans after graduating. The obligation you felt to keep polite conversation going had you replying to his questions and asking him the same things. Although when you asked what his plans were after he graduated, he just told you that it was a secret.

Nobunaga hadn't even said it in a weird way, but something about it just had you feeling even more uncomfortable with all of this, and you were relieved when the both of you made it to the west science building and came upon your classroom. Finally, this would be over and you could get away from him.

“Thank you for walking with me,” you told him as you took your bag back, “you really didn't need to.”

“I said that I wanted to,” he answered, laughing a little.

“Well, uh, it was nice meeting you,” you said, doing your best to end the conversation as you added “hope you have a good rest of your day.”

With that, you began to back away so you could turn and enter the classroom.

But he stopped you by grabbing you by the shoulder and keeping you in place.

“How 'bout we meet back up after your class is over?” Nobunaga asked you.

“Meet up?”

“Yeah. I'd like to talk more,” he said.

Didn't we talk enough on the way here?

You kept that thought to yourself, however, refocusing on him as he asked “this class only lasts an hour, right? So I'll see you after?”

“Uh, sure?”

Maybe he didn't recognize the clear uncertainty in your voice, because he happily bid you goodbye with a promise of seeing you in an hour.

There was a pit in your stomach when you got into your next class and sat down, and this time it wasn't as easy to just ignore the anxieties that began to fill your head. Agreeing to see him after class felt like a mistake.

But it wasn't clear just how big of a mistake it was.

Suddenly Nobunaga was hanging around you virtually all the time. Walking you to and from class, escorting you to your car, even insisting that you sit with him and his friend group whenever he caught you in the cafeteria.

Getting out of spending time with him was almost impossible, and the only times you were free of him was when he was attending his own classes or sports practice.

At times you berated yourself for letting him walk all over you like he did, calling yourself a pushover for never telling him to stop. But as you did that, you would remind yourself of how he'd been when you first met him. And every time you thought about that, that conversation with Konstantin that you had tried to forget about came back.

Nobunaga had been angry with you, but let it go because it was just an accident.

What would he have done if you really had just ignored him?

Thoughts like that had you just going along with what he wanted, even if all you wanted was to get away so you could have some time by yourself.

Spending time with his friend group was stressful, though.

Despite having not been aware of them before, you quickly learned the reputation that the group had. Most others on campus respected the group, but were also wary about them, like it was best if one were to keep them at a distance. Why that was exactly, you hadn't yet found out.

Nobunaga was closest to the two called Uvogin and Phinks, so during those times when you were with that group, it was usually with them. Sometimes another one joined you, the short one named Feitan who stared at you a lot. You were pretty sure he was doing that to try and freak you out.

He usually succeeded in that. But there were a few times where Nobunaga had noticed how uncomfortable you were getting and told him to knock it off, so that was at least one instance of Nobunaga being nice to you.

He wasn't bad to you at all, really. There'd been times where you had conversations with him and you had felt more at ease when you talked about mutual interests. A few times he'd asked to listen to your music with you, and you sat together sharing a set of earbuds with the music player between you two.

You couldn't say that those moments were bad.

It was just how overeager he was to be around you that made dealing with him less than ideal. A lot of boundary-stomping on his part, though so far he did respect your decision to not allow him to come to your home and the way you declined his invitations to go to his place.

Unfortunately, that sort of thing didn't last forever.

One afternoon on a Tuesday, you and Nobunaga were sitting together outside. Neither of you had any upcoming classes, although he had a practice that he needed to get to in about a half hour so he couldn't keep you there any longer than that.

Just thirty minutes and you could leave.

You couldn't help but notice that something seemed off with him, however.

He'd been quieter than he usually was, which in turn made you a bit more paranoid. Had you done something wrong? Said something that he took the wrong way? You went over all of the interactions between the two of you today as you tried to pinpoint where exactly it would've been that caused you to upset him. But no matter how hard you thought it over, nothing seemed to stand out.

But he was visibly irritated, and the longer he sat there like that, the more it made you nervous: he was acting too much like he had on the day you'd met him.

Should you say something? To at least make an effort to see what was wrong?

“Um...”

Nobunaga turning his head to look at you had your words dying in your throat. How was it this hard to ask someone if they were okay?

“Is.... Is everything okay?” you managed to ask after composing yourself.

He frowned.

“Why are you so scared?” he asked.

“Huh?”

“I thought you were just nervous and that you needed time to get used to me, but we've been together for a while now and you're still acting like I'm one second away from biting your head off,” he said, “I need to push to get you to talk to me, you never spend time with me off campus and the most you ever give me is letting me walk you to your car. All this time and you're still keeping me at a distance.”

….. Been together?

You didn't get a chance to question those words as he continued.

“Did I do something to upset you? Did you hear something about me? Just talk to me so we can figure this out.”

He seemed earnest. Nobunaga really wanted to know what the issue was.

What should you say? That he really did scare you? That while the time you spent with him wasn't completely bad, you'd rather that you not spend every waking moment with him?

You thought again of how he'd been when you first met, and you decided against it. You weren't sure how to communicate all of that without him being upset by it. Better to make up some excuse.

“The.... The thing about when you first tried talking to me,” you began, “where I didn't hear you because I had my music too loud.”

His eyebrows furrowed, but he stayed silent so you could continue.

“Someone mentioned what happened before you, uh, ran into me.”

“And?” he asked.

“Ah.... He, uh, made it sound like you were going to beat me up. A-and that your friends were going to come after me.”

“What.”

Nobunaga looked furious, and it caught you off-guard.

“Who told you that?” he asked.

Without thinking you answered “a g-guy in my class.”

“What's his name?”

That time you had enough clarity to think before you just answered him. You weren't friends with Konstantin and found him to be a little annoying, but if you gave his name to Nobunaga, you were worried that he would confront your classmate and that things would escalate. You didn't want to be the source of trouble like that.

“What's his name?” Nobunaga asked again.

“I.... I don't know,” you lied.

“Then what class is he in?”

“Why do you need to know that?”

“Because I'm pissed,” he answered plainly, “and I want to know who the fuck told you that. So tell me.”

You shook your head.

“I don't.... I don't think I'm comfortable with that,” you said.

His glare worsened when you said that, and it looked like he was ready to force the information out of you, no matter how long it would take.

Part of you was worried that it wouldn't take long at all.

But just then, something changed in him. Shutting his mouth, he took in a deep breath as he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he seemed calmer.

“Alright,” he said, “I don't really like it, but if you really don't want to tell me, then I won't make you.”

The relief on hearing him say those words was instant, and you breathed out a sigh of relief as you said “thank you, Nobunaga.”

“Just one thing, though.”

You looked back up as he continued “I don't want to hurt you, okay? I like you a lot, and that's one of the last things I would ever want to do to you.”

“... Okay.”

Your response was lackluster, which Nobunaga picked up on. His brows furrowed as he asked “you do believe me, right?”

That time you managed to be a bit more convincing as you answered with a “yeah.”

He seemed satisfied with that. But as he pulled out your music player with the intentions of both of you listening to it, you wondered just how deep the hole was that you were digging for yourself.

The next day was when you had your class with Konstantin. You weren't looking for him when you entered the class and took your seat, and you kept your focus on your notebook and textbook that you'd need for the class.

You did notice a series of hushed whispers coming from behind you, and when you glanced back, you saw two girls who were whispering to each other as they looked at you. They knocked it off when they saw you looking at them.

That's.... Strange.

And yet you still didn't notice Konstantin's absence. Not until after the professor came in and asked why he wasn't in class.

“He's in the hospital. He got attacked last night,” a student called out in response.

A chill went down your spine when you heard that.

Did he really....?

It was too much of a coincidence. For you to have told Nobunaga what had been said to you, and then the day after you find out Konstantin had been sent to the hospital immediately after you said that.

But maybe it was a coincidence? You hadn't given the name, so how would he have known?

….. You needed to talk to him.

It was hard to focus on the rest of the class and you kept feeling like there were eyes on you, like every time you put your gaze back to your notebook page everyone in the class was staring at you, silently accusing you of being the one responsible, even if you hadn't actually done anything.

No one was ever looking at you when you glanced about the room, but no matter how much you found that to be the case, it didn't help with your paranoia.

When your class got out, Nobunaga was waiting outside for you, as anticipated. He smiled when he saw you and asked if you wanted to get something to eat.

“Actually, could we go somewhere private? To talk?” you asked.

He seemed excited, most likely taking it the wrong way as he answered “sure.”

Finding an isolated spot behind a building, you didn't give him any time to speak as you asked “did you beat someone up last night?”

Most people would've reacted negatively to a question like that. Probably shock that would be followed by anger as they vehemently denied it.

But Nobunaga seemed unfazed.

“Why do you want to know?” he asked.

“I heard that the guy who told me about you is in the hospital,” you said, “did you do that?”

He was still nonchalant about the questioning, scratching at his chin as he listened to you. There was a bandage wrapped around his hand that you only now noticed.

“The guys said I should lie to you if you asked about it, but lying to you doesn't feel right, so I'll tell you the truth.”

Nobunaga leaned against the wall of the building as he said “yeah, it was me. Uvo and Phinks were there, too, but I did most of the work.”

“..... Why would you do that? Why did you beat up Konstantin?”

“He told you I was gonna hurt you,” he answered, “and that's why you've been scared, right? This guy convinced you that you weren't safe around me, and that pissed me off. So I taught him a lesson.”

“You said you weren't going to do that,” you said, “you lied.”

“I never said I wouldn't hurt him; I stopped pushing you because you were becoming upset. So I went to my other source,” said Nobunaga, “and if anyone lied, it was you. You said you didn't know his name.”

“.... Because I didn't want this to happen.”

You looked down to your feet, hating yourself for giving the answer that you did.

This is what happens for laying the blame with someone else and not telling him the truth.

Nobunaga's gaze narrowed, and he placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, there isn't something between you two, is there?” he asked.

You shook your head.

“Then why are you acting so guilty?”

“.... I feel bad. I didn't want this to happen,” you said again.

His gaze softened when you said that, and he gave a soft squeeze to your shoulder.

“.... Sorry that I depressed you. Maybe I should've lied,” he said, “but you shouldn't feel bad. He was the one who chose to freak you out. You didn't do anything wrong.”

There was no chance for you to give a response before he began to pull you behind him, citing that he was starving. You watched him as he dragged you along, not able to hear him as he began chatting about something insignificant.

There was no remorse. He didn't care that he'd hurt someone. He only cared that it had upset you. And even then, all he had said was that he should've lied to you.

As you ate your lunch with him and his friends who made vague jokes about what had happened the night before, only one thought was going through your mind:

You didn't want to be near this person.

That Thursday you blew off your classes, staying home after sending an email to your professors that you weren't feeling well. You told yourself that it was okay to do that just this once; you'd shown up for every other class, just having one sick day wouldn't tank your grade.

You spent most of the day in bed after that, though you weren't able to sleep much and spent the majority of the time staring at your ceiling and the decorations you had up on your walls, your thoughts wandering off in different directions before your mind eventually brought you back to your current situation. Your computer stayed off after sending out the emails explaining your absence, and eventually you needed to turn your phone to silent once the messages from Nobunaga came rolling in. You only looked at the first one, where he stated that he heard you had gotten sick and asked if you wanted him to get anything for you.

The fact that he knew about your claims of being sick was disturbing to you. You hadn't messaged anyone other than your professors about that. Maybe there was an innocent explanation, but you had a hard time believing that after all that had happened. Seemed more likely that he was stalking you. That thought wasn't too far-fetched given the lack of boundaries.

Thinking that should've alarmed you, but at the moment you were too tired to care.

So the phone went to silent and you were freed from the sound of your phone going off every other minute.

Eventually you went to sleep.

Friday there was no need to email in any excuses – you didn't have any classes that day. But when you checked your phone again you found that there was a mountain of missed calls and unanswered messages from Nobunaga, and when you read over the more recent ones, he seemed like he was pretty desperate to know how you were doing. A lot of messages asking if you were okay and begging you to respond.

Even with what he'd admitted to, you found yourself feeling badly when you read all of that. Maybe it was dumb of you to feel that way; you weren't sure. Either way it felt like the decent thing to do was to let him know you were fine so he didn't need to worry anymore.

So you typed out a quick message:

Not completely well but I'm doing better than I was yesterday. Sorry for worrying you

You didn't anticipate just how fast he would see and respond to your text. You really didn't want to talk to him even if it would just be over text, but you didn't get a lot of choice in that matter as his response popped up.

Why didn't you reply the first time I messaged you?

Ah.... You'd forgotten that you made the mistake of opening that first text. Seemed like it was safe to assume that he was mad. Better to lie about that.

I didn't realize I opened any message. I must've been half-asleep. Sorry

He didn't reply as quickly that time, and you wondered if he knew you were lying.

Then you saw that he was typing again.

If you say that's what happened, then okay. We're talking now which is what's important

…. So he didn't believe you, but he was willing to let it go, it seemed.

Nobunaga didn't give you a chance to respond as he sent you another text.

Where are you?

…..

That question made you nervous, and you replied with a question of your own.

Why?

I want to see you, was the response.

Why? you asked again.

What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't take care of you?

….. Boyfriend?

You aren't my boyfriend

There wasn't a reply for a while after that. You could see that he was typing, but the little icon that showed him responding kept vanishing and popping up again, indicating that he was typing out various messages before deleting them and starting over.

You were about to put the phone away again when he sent out a reply.

Don't joke like that

You felt yourself starting to get irritated as you wondered how delusional this guy was. He actually thought the two of you were in a relationship? Was that really what he thought what a normal, healthy relationship looked like?

I'm not joking, you replied.

You are and I'm starting to get annoyed

That makes two of us, you thought to yourself.

Nobunaga replied before you could again.

Give me your address. I'll come over and we'll talk this out

No. Absolutely not. You weren't going to let this guy come over to your house. It was bad enough when you needed to be around him on campus. You weren't going to put yourself in a situation where you were alone with him in your bedroom.

There's nothing to talk about

Give me your address

He was having a hard time coming up with a response again as the bubble that told you he was typing kept vanishing and reappearing again.

Please give me your address, was what he finally sent you. As if him being polite about it would be what changed your mind.

You replied with a firm No

He was clearly exasperated with you when he asked Why are you being like this? I just want to make sure you're okay

I told you I was

I want to see you in person

I don't want to see you

Why? What did I do?

He then followed that up with Is it that wrong that your boyfriend wants to make sure you're doing okay???

Something snapped in you at that moment, causing you to be harsher in your response.

You're not my boyfriend. We're not dating. We never have been. You're just some weirdo who decided to strong-arm me into hanging out with you and arbitrarily decided that we were in a relationship. I don't like you and I should've said so in the beginning before you deluded yourself into thinking I would want to be with someone like you. I don't date assholes who think it's okay to beat people up

Your hands were trembling as you hit send, and then you typed up another message before you could reconsider if it was a good idea or not.

Stop texting me, creep

After that, you blocked him.

When you put the phone back down and fell back onto your bed, it felt like a weight had been lifted off of you. It felt good to let that out and tell him how you actually felt.

But then the regret and anxiety had your mood crashing down. He was going to be mad. He probably already was mad. Actually, there was no 'probably' about it. He was definitely pissed off at you. Would his friends be mad, too? Would the thing Konstantin told you initially finally come true and you would become a target of theirs? If a harassment campaign did start up, would anyone working at the college be able to help? Or would the next few semesters you had before you graduated be hell for you?

You felt stupid. This whole time you told yourself to go along with it because of how much he'd scared you, and then when you finally told him how you really felt, it was done in the worst possible way.

But you just didn't want to deal with him anymore.

You'd need to do your best to avoid him on campus come Monday. Not easy when he knew your schedule, but you could probably manage. At least you didn't share any classes with him. That was something to be thankful about.

And there was still two whole days in between now and Monday. That was plenty of time for him to get over it. Given the way he and some of his friends acted, you could easily see them taking him out to cheer him up and encourage him to find someone other than you.

…. Maybe that was wishful thinking. It was more than likely that you'd need to sneak your way around campus and avoid him anyway you could.

But even if you had to do that at first, it wouldn't last forever, you told yourself.

He needed to get over it eventually.

The basement of the library was quiet. Darker than the rest of the building due to the lack of windows, much cooler due to being situated underground, and in general not as many people would go down there.

That helped make it feel more calming for you.

Something you desperately needed after the stressful morning you'd had.

It had started off when you woke up. A bad feeling in your gut that got worse and worse the closer it got to the time that you needed to head off to campus. All you wanted was to stay home and avoid the situation that would no doubt be waiting for you, but while the idea of staying in bed watching movies all day was appealing, it wasn't a good long-term plan. As much as you hated it, you needed to head back to campus at some point.

So you had done your best to push down those worries when the time finally came for you to leave, telling yourself the same thing that you had over the weekend:

Nobunaga would get over it.

Yet the instant you caught sight of him standing out in the hallway in front of your first class, you panicked and ran off to hide in a nearby bathroom. Not the bravest of actions, but it was a better idea to avoid him.

He hadn't been looking in your direction, so you figured there was a good chance he didn't see you. You knew that he had a class around this time as well, so you hoped that he wouldn't be hanging around too long. And that turned out to be the case when you poked your head back out shortly before classes started and found that he was gone.

That was how the rest of the morning went: you ran out of your class the second your professor dismissed you, then hid in a bathroom stall until the last possible moment to ensure you could avoid any sort of encounter with Nobunaga. Rinse and repeat.

The last class you had for the day didn't start for a while, and since you didn't want to be waiting around in a bathroom for over an hour, you figured that the library would give you a good hiding spot. You'd never gone here during those times when you were around Nobunaga, so it seemed safe to assume that he wouldn't know you were here. He didn't have any reason to.

Sitting on the carpeted floor of the library, you had your earbuds in while you looked over a textbook for a homework assignment while you kept an eye on the time. A little less than forty five minutes that you'd need to head out of here. If you were lucky, maybe you could finish the assignment before then.

The calm atmosphere of the basement level continued to relax you, and completing the classwork helped you forget why you were hiding down here. And when that intrusive thought did come back to you, you were able to drown it out more easily. You had set things straight and while you couldn't say that Nobunaga was wrong to be upset (you had let this go on for far too long), it was dumb to stay mad over a failed college romance.

Besides, with him being well-known as a top athlete on campus, he could probably get anybody he wanted. Why would he waste his time chasing someone who wasn't interested?

That thought filled you with a bit more confidence, and you continued your work in peace as the time ticked by.

The music playing in your ears drowned out any and all other noises on that quiet floor of the library.

You were so engrossed in what you were doing that you didn't notice someone coming towards the corner where you were sitting until they were standing right next to you.

Once glance up, and your heart sank when you saw who was glaring down at you.

You'd done your best to avoid him all day, and yet Nobunaga had still managed to find you.

Everything you'd told yourself was immediately forgotten when you saw him, and despite knowing that trying to run away would be a wasted effort, you still began to gather up your things, hoping to then run down the aisle and get away from him.

The hand that yanked you up by your hair put a stop to that.

“Are you serious?” you heard him say over your music, “you ignore me all weekend, avoid me all morning, and then when I finally track you down, you try to run from me? What the hell is wrong with you?”

While you heard his words, the pain in your scalp was the more pressing issue to you.

“You're.... You're hurting me,” you said, your hands going up to his in an effort to get his fingers out of your hair.

He didn't answer and just shoved you down, causing you to fall to the carpeted floor. The fall hurt, and your earbuds fell out when you hit.

Even with how much of your body was aching when you sat up, you tried to get away again, attempting to crawl a short distance away before you would get up and run.

That escape attempt was even less well-received than the first, and before you could get up, he was on top of you, twisting your arm over your back in a position that wasn't comfortable. And when you tried to cry out for help, his hand was in your hair again, gripping it tightly as he hissed in your ear “if you don't start behaving I'll break your arm.”

It was the threat of violence that made you freeze. Made you clamp your mouth shut as you tried to keep any noise from escaping you. Nobunaga could do terrible things to people, and clearly he had no issue doing those things to you.

His grip eased up a bit once you stopped struggling, and the hand on your head began to pet your hair softly in short strokes.

“See? Things aren't bad when you choose to not be difficult,” he whispered.

You didn't answer, too worried about the iron grip that was still clamped around your arm.

“I'm still really pissed off at you,” said Nobunaga as he began to lift himself off of you but made sure to keep a grip on your arm.

“But keep being good for me and this'll be over faster.”

With that, he pulled you up from the floor so you were on your knees, using a fair amount of force to turn you around so you were facing him.

He said that he didn't want to hurt you, but clearly he was still willing to do so.

“Wait-” you started.

“Shut up.”

The situation went from bad to worse when you saw him undoing his belt and pulling down his zipper. In your head, you knew what was going to happen: the both of you were in a dark corner on the basement level of the library where few people would visit. And even if someone did decide to try and head down here, it seemed likely that he'd gotten one of his friends to stand guard by the stairs, to make sure you couldn't get away and that no one could interrupt you two.

Along with how you were still sitting on your knees in front of him and how willing he was to manhandle you into doing what he wanted, it didn't take much imagination to figure out what he was planning.

But you still asked “what are you doing?”

“Phinks said that I'm too soft on you,” he answered, “I didn't agree at first, but after that last text of yours, I see that he's right. So this is your punishment.”

He pulled his cock out from the confines of his boxers, and you watched as it slowly grew hard while he stroked it.

“Please-” you began.

“Oh, now you're being nice. When you realize that I'm putting my foot down and you can't talk your way out of this. Now you want to talk,” he spat, “this could've been avoided, but you were the one who went and ghosted me. This is what you chose.”

His cock was now erect and he grabbed you by the head when you tried to scramble away again.

With his hand firmly gripping your hair again, Nobunaga pulled you up to your knees and shoved his dick into your mouth. You were gagging around his length instantly, your tongue recoiling once his cock brushed over it, and it was only made worse when he began thrusting his hips.

The quiet air of the library began to be filled with the sounds of his groans and your whimpers as he used your mouth. Glancing up at him, you saw that his eyes were closed, and the look on his face was best described as being blissful.

Disgusting. There was no better way to describe what was happening. He was using you how he liked and getting off on that with no consideration for your feelings. In his mind, you deserved this.

Disgusting.

No matter how hard you tried to push yourself off of him, how often you tried to push off using his thighs so you could pull away, the hand at the back of your head guaranteed that wasn't an option. He was only going to let you go when he was finished.

Tears had been trailing down your cheeks the moment that he'd pulled your mouth around his cock, but as he continued his assault, you began to sob, though the noise sounded far more warbled with his length being repeatedly shoved down your throat.

Nobunaga looked down at you then and your eyes met, though you had a harder time seeing him as your tears were blurring your vision.

The sight of you crying made him pause. You let out a breath of relief, even if the tip of his penis was still in your mouth.

But when you tried to pull away again, his hand was just as immovable as ever. Attempting to move again caused him to shove a few more inches of his dick back into your mouth as his free hand went to his pocket. With the tears that still blurred your vision, it took a few moments to see what it was that he'd pulled out:

His phone.

A few seconds later, and a flash that came from the phone's camera blinded you, the brightness hurting your eyes after spending so much time in the comparative darkness of the basement level.

He groaned as he looked at the picture he'd just taken, then snapped a few more which forced you to squeeze your eyes shut.

“Fuck, that's hot,” he breathed.

He started thrusting his hips again, this time at a slower pace.

And then he began speaking.

“You don't know how bad it felt, do you? When all I wanted was to know if you were okay and you just ignored me. I heard that you were sick and I did the thing any decent boyfriend would do and checked in on you. Did you really think I believed your story that you weren't aware of my messages? It was such a dumb lie and it pissed me off, but I thought it was better to ignore it.”

“But then you said that I wasn't your boyfriend.”

Nobunaga's tone changed with that, and the grip he had on your hair caused your scalp to hurt as his pace increased again.

“You can't be that stupid. You can't seriously look at all I was doing for you and think that we were just friends,” he continued, “it pissed me off even more to read that. And then you called me a creep.”

Your hands left their places on his thighs as you now tried to lessen the grip his fingers had on your hair while his balls continued to slap against your chin.

“I wanted to go to where you were. Have one of my buddies figure out your address so I could confront you. But I realized that coming to your house would just make it worse. So I thought I should be the bigger person and leave you alone for a few days so you could come to your senses. And what did I get in return for that? You hiding from me. Can't even talk to me because you know you're in the wrong.”

Delusional. Delusional and disgusting.

“I care about you a lot, but I'm not going to sit back and let you treat me like that,” he said, “hopefully you'll learn from this.”

Then he pulled you onto him as far as you could go, and he stilled as he came with a grunt. There was a warmth that began to run down your throat. His release, which made you sputter and try to spit it out even though your mouth was still full of his cock.

When you stopped trying to force him out was when he finally pulled out. Some of his semen was still in your mouth and had begun to drip from the corner of your lips. Nobunaga noticed and was taken by the sight, bringing up his camera again while the hand in your hair left so he could pry your mouth open.

The flashes of brightness made you squeeze your eyes shut again, the image burned into your retinas.

After snapping more pictures, he finally let you go. You fell back to the floor on your hands and knees and began to cough up his release, spitting up whatever had been in your mouth onto the carpet.

You were still coughing when you heard Nobunaga make an annoyed noise.

“Next time I won't let you spit it up. You'll swallow all of it.”

You couldn't give a response. Your throat felt too raw and your jaw hurt. And even if you could respond right now, all that would do was make him hurt you again.

Why did this happen?

Why did he need to pick you?

Even after spitting up as much of his release as possible, the taste still remained. But you doubted he would let you go rinse it out. Glancing back up at him, you found that his zipper had been closed and his belt redone, and he still had the phone in hand, but based on the way he tapped the screen, it seemed like he was sending a message to someone. The light from the screen illuminated his face, and you saw a slight blush that remained on his cheeks.

A reminder of how much he'd enjoyed himself.

He looked at you when he put his phone back in his pocket.

“Are you still going to act up?” he asked.

It wasn't acting up. You didn't like him and didn't want to be around him. Especially if he was putting people in the hospital and forcing himself on others.

But after what he'd done to you, what exactly would he say if he felt that you hadn't learned your lesson?

What would he do to you?

You hated it, but you forced yourself to shake your head, tears welling up again as you made yourself swallow your pride.

You could hear the smile in Nobunaga's voice as he said “that's a relief.”

He sat down next to you and pulled you by your arm so you were sitting next to him. Finally you made yourself look back to him, and you saw that easy-going, slightly goofy smile on his face again.

How could he do that? How could he have done what he did to you, and then act like nothing had happened?

With the both of you leaning against a shelf of books, Nobunaga reached for your music player that had been dropped earlier. It was still playing, and as he brought an earbud up to his ear, he winced.

“I thought I told you not to play your music so loud,” he mumbled as he adjusted the volume once again.

Placing one earbud in your ear, he put the other in his before going through your song list until he came to one that he liked, letting that one play as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and brought you closer.

“I-I need to go to class s-soon,” you whispered.

“It starts in twenty five minutes. We've got time,” he answered, “and after class, you're gonna come over to my place and we'll spend some time together.”

“I d-don't-”

“You're coming.”

The harsh edge to Nobunaga's voice and the way he gripped your shoulder forced your mouth shut, and you nodded after he gave his order. Immediately, that hand was rubbing your shoulder while he leaned in to press a kiss on your cheek.

The two of you sat together in that aisle, listening to the cheerful music from your player that directly contrasted the awful feelings running through you now. Tears began to well up in your eyes once more, and Nobunaga noticed when they began to fall.

He cooed at you as he wiped them away with his thumb, not at all caring that he was the reason that you were crying.

In his mind, you'd come around eventually.

#reader insert #nobunaga x reader #yandere nobunaga #hxh #yandere #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere x reader #nobunaga hazama #college au #yandere hxh

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2023 Fic Summary!

I didn't do this last year for some reason??? BUT I wrote a lot of fics this year, and some I forgot to share here, so I wanted to post a summary of it all so that way all my fics ended up on my tumblr in some way! ^-^ Thank you to everyone who continues to read my works, I'm very happy to share my stories with you all <3

Previous fic summaries:

2019 summary

2020 summary

2021 summary

Ao3 Stats (for 2023 only):

Works In Progress (HxH, killugon)

2 chapters, 5.6k words

Not complete

General summary: I'll be posting all my sneak peeks/wips/abandoned hxh fics here so it'll never be marked as complete

Excerpt: Gon doesn’t drop the beer, but it’s a near thing. Because this new customer is gorgeous—his white hair is windswept and silver in the dim light, his skin is pale and smooth, his fingers are long as any pianists’ as they rest along the bar, and his build is lean but sculpted beyond the thin tank top he wears. And his eyes, of course, are the most beautiful shade of blue.

At The Summit (MDZS, wangxian)

1 chapter, 2.7k words

Complete

General summary: high school au, carnival rides, first kiss

Excerpt: It takes Lan Wangji a moment to register what Wei Wuxian has said. He’s too preoccupied with the press of Wei Wuxian’s calloused palm against his, the buzzing wonder that vibrates under his skin, the tingling of his lips. He already knows he will be replaying their kiss in his mind until the early hours of the morning and possibly—definitely—for the remainder of the weekend.

Eight Days a Week (MDZS, wangxian)

1 chapter, 6.7k words

Complete

General summary: modern au, co-workers, Wei Wuxian is upset Lan Wangji has a date

Excerpt: As for the date themself…well, Wei Wuxian isn’t confident enough to assume Lan Wangji’s taste in dates but Lan Wangji did say they were good. Whatever that means. And if Lan Wangji likes them, they must be nice at the very least. Maybe they follow rules as strictly as Lan Wangji. Maybe they share his love of music. Maybe they are quiet and actually let Lan Wangji speak, unlike Wei Wuxian who babbles about everything and anything that crosses his mind.

Intentional (MDZS, wangxian)

1 chapter, 2.5k words

Complete

General summary: college au, Wei Wuxian accidentally says I love you when hanging up on a phone call with Lan Wangji

Excerpt: Lan Wangji knows his own mind. He knows his own thoughts. He knows Wei Wuxian has been a source of frustration, fascination and admiration in equal measures since the moment they met at college orientation nearly three years ago. And although his impression of the bright-eyed and chaotic student has remained largely unchanged since then, the unexpected fondness Lan Wangji found himself harboring for Wei Wuxian has grown exponentially stronger and long ago spiraled out of his control.

Time x Bomb (HxH, killugon)

3 chapters, 14.1k words

Complete

General summary: canon divergence au, chimera ant arc, what if au in which Killua is taken by Pitou instead of Kite

Excerpt: Killua should be here. Killua always knew the right words to say, to distract Gon from his weaknesses, to encourage him to move forward. Killua’s arms should be the ones around him right now. Killua should be murmuring reassurances in his ear. Kite’s frame is similar to Killua’s—they’re both thin and lithe—but Kite is too long, too bone-y. Killua is only slightly taller than Gon and the perfect size to hold and be held by.

like a rainbow (MDZS, wangxian)

4 chapters, 14.7k words

Complete

General summary: canon divergence/soulmate au in which everyone is colorbind when separated from the soulmate with the exception of one color

Excerpt: Lan Wangji immediately regrets the sip of alcohol Wei Wuxian had coaxed him into taking. He wants to remember each and every second he spends worshiping Wei Wuxian. The momentary relaxation from drinking is certainly not worth giving that up. Still, he traces the red marks and scratches littering Wei Wuxian’s arms and shoulders, marveling at how beautiful Wei Wuxian’s soul color looks in the morning light.

Insomniac (MDZS, wangxian)

1 chapter, 2k words

Complete

General summary: modern au, established relationship, Wei Wuxian convinces his overworked husband Lan Wangji to cuddle in bed

Excerpt: He gasps as Lan Wangji hoists him into his arms. Heart pounding, he grabs hold of Lan Wangji’s shoulders as the other walks out of the kitchen and down the hallway. It’s an impressive show of strength, one that always makes Wei Wuxian’s blood race no matter how many times Lan Wangji has done it before.

Troubled by the Emptiness (MDZS, wangxian)

5 chapters, 27k words

Complete

General summary: canon divergence au in which Wei Wuxian makes everyone forget his existence shortly after escaping to the Burial Mounds with the Wens

Excerpt: The Lan Sect rules are the farthest things on Lan Wangji’s mind right now. The only thing he can think of is kissing Wei Wuxian, of turning off his lies and distractions and prying the truth out of him with his own mouth and tongue. He wants to hear Wei Wuxian spill his secrets in gasps and moans. He wants to find a way to ensure Wei Wuxian won’t sacrifice the new memories they share like he had their previous ones.

lovely, dark, and deep (MDZS, wangxian)

1 chapter, 30.9k words

Complete

General summary: red riding hood au in which Wei Wuxian is red riding hood, Lan Wangji the wolf, and the Wens the grandmother in the woods

Excerpt: Wei Wuxian has yet to see a fae in the woods. Most of the townsfolk of Yiling haven’t, either—if they do, they normally don’t live to tell the tale. Fae don’t like humans trespassing on their land. The path is something they can’t touch, but any human who goes astray is fair game.

Light and Shadow (MDZS, wangxian)

1 chapter, 4.2k words

Complete

General summary: modern au, super hero au, secret identity au

Excerpt: The world comes back into focus. Gone is Hanguang-jun, Gusu’s second Twin Jade and a source of strength and hope for all its civilians. In his place is only Lan Wangji, a well built but wholly average civilian dressed in his usual business attire with blood seeping through his torn dress pants. And Wei Wuxian had a front row seat for the entire transformation.

painting flowers for you (HxH, killugon)

1 chapter, 13.2k words

Complete

General summary: alice in wonderland au in which Killua is Alice, Gon is the chesire cat, and Alluka is the rabbit

Excerpt: Killua kept his stare steady as Gon searched his face. Those inhuman gold eyes and slitted pupils no longer sent a shiver down his spine. They were a part of Gon now, just like his magic. And underneath it all he was still the freckled, cheerful teen who Killua fell in love with all those years ago. The teen who loved him back just as much.

Otherwise Engaged (MDZS, wangxian)

1 chapter, 5.2k words

Complete

General summary: modern au, professors/teachers au, wangxian wake up accidentally married after getting drunk the night before but drag their feet when it comes to gettnig a divorce

Excerpt: The heavy weight of Lan Wangji’s stare digs into his back and Wei Wuxian delights in the feeling. Having Lan Wangji’s undivided attention is a gift in and of itself! But he will not get distracted. Because this is important. This is real. This would be a conscious decision in a way that their marriage hadn’t been. And Wei Wuxian can only hope that Lan Wangji’s delay in asking for a divorce means that he wants the same thing Wei Wuxian does.

#dc writes #2023 fic summary #2023 #mdzs #hunterxhunter #killugon #wangxian #rip hxh bc mxtx's works kind of took over my life this year

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