The Flowers' Warnings (Korekiyo Shinguji x Gender-Neutral Reader)
Summary | A mysterious and creepy man hangs around the floral shop that Y/N owns. Immediately infatuated, Y/N later forms a bond with him after he's discovered in the shop after they closed. Unfortunately, that might've proven to be a grave mistake…
❥Y/N Type | Gender-neutral Ultimate Florist Y/N
✦ Word Count | 6,596 words
➨ Trigger Warnings | Blood/Gore, Mentions of Multination, Mentions of Death, Implied Poisoning, Murder, Ghosts
*Author’s note: Hey! I’m back to writing after a month. Happy Halloween, everyone! To celebrate Halloween, I decided to write a one-shot with probably the creepiest character in Danganronpa, Korekiyo Shinguji. This is my first attempt at a horror-romance genre of writing, so sorry if it’s cringe. Please note that if this story comes across as me romanticizing something, that isn’t my intention. I’m just wanting to make that clear before we start! I am not intending to romanticize anything in this story. If any of the triggers above upset you or trigger you, then this story may not be your thing, so please don’t risk your mental health. Also, I would also like to point out that Korekiyo in this story has a different backstory that I written up a while back because nobody likes the incest that was in his original one! With that out of the way, grab some snacks and enjoy this Halloween special!*
Y/N didn't understand what this guy's deal was...
Ever since he had walked into the small floral shop a month ago, their eyes had been latched onto him like a rabbit just noticing a wolf standing behind the bushes. His tall, slim figure resembling the beauty of a Japanese maple. The long flowing ocean green hair fanning out and brushing against his branch-like arms and legs. Those mysterious golden eyes curiously observing all the plants and people that were scattered around the shop. Y/N remembered their cheeks immediately flushing when he made eye-contact with them, and they've been kind of smitten ever since.
Y/N would notice him hanging around the florist shop and would always keep an eye on him whenever they noticed him. Their eyes would literally feast on this man as he took note of all the different arrangements displayed against the mint walls. He was definitely one of the most attractive men that they had ever seen, and it immediately perked their interest. Sure, they were always curious about their customers, but, this time, their curiosity felt less...innocent. It made them want to rip off the zippered mask that covered the bottom-half of his face, at the least.
Though, they did notice that he never seemed to buy anything. He never approached them to ask any questions about the arrangements being displayed or what's popular at the moment. Hell, he never seemed to talk with any of the customers that were exploring the shop. All he did was just...stare at the people and plants inside. Y/N could've sworn that just last week, he was staring at them for a good thirty minutes before turning his attention away. Maybe most people may have felt creeped out, but, for some reason, Y/N never felt that way. It made their heart pound and their cheeks flush at the idea that this good-looking man was staring right at them of all people. They never had people staring at them before.
Honestly, they weren't too sure of what the man's intentions were for hanging around the shop. Was he just shy and too nervous to talk to anyone? Was he introverted and preferred to figure things out on his own without the help of others? Or was he like them and just enjoyed flowers and plant-life?
At the back of their mind, Y/N could imagine one final possibility. It was possible that he was intending on committing a crime any day now? That was a very low possibility, Y/N had rationalized. He hadn't shown any suspicious behaviors aside from just being creepy and staring, and he could even not be meaning to come off that way. It could be who he is. Besides, the mystery surrounding him kind of made Y/N's crush on him all the more exciting.
Still, Y/N kept an eye on this man, studying him for any suspicious behaviors. It wasn't like they thought he was dangerous or anything. It was just better to be safe than sorry. Besides, it was the perfect excuse to have him as their eye candy.
So, this cycle went on for the month that he hung out in the floral shop. Y/N nervously interacts with the customers that approach them in the shop, takes their arrangement orders, and organizes them. All while keeping an eye on this strange man. And, so far, nothing had happened. He just continues lurking around the shop and quietly staring at plants and people. As a result, Y/N grew used to this person and felt like there was nothing to worry so much about, so they continued on with their business.
"Okay, so you want an Autumn Night arrangement as a centerpiece for a dinner party, right?" they quietly asked as they wrote down the order.
"Yes, dear," the woman standing in front of them nodded. "I'm wanting something autumn-themed to match with the decorations."
Y/N glanced up from their notepad with a sweet smile. "Okay then. It'll cost 5907 yen, please. I'll try to have it ready by tomorrow, and you can come by to pick it up and pay for it then."
The woman smiled. "Alrighty then! Thank you so much! You're such a kind person, sweetheart."
Y/N blushed and starting waving their hands. "O-oh no! Thanks, but I'm just doing my job, ma'am."
"That may be true, but you're the Ultimate Florist. You undoubtedly have far more important orders to tend to than mine."
Y/N shook their head. "Th-that's not true! Flowers are meant to be loved by and shared with everyone! Nobody's arrangement is more important than someone else's. As the Ultimate Florist, my job is just to spread the emotions and beauty that the flowers capture through the arrangements."
After they finished speaking, they looked up at the woman and felt their cheeks turn red. They shyly looked down and mumbled, "At least, that's what I think..."
The woman just gave a fond laugh in response. "I see. Sorry for assuming, Y/N. I suppose flowers don't discriminate!"
Y/N looked up and let out a small giggle. Suddenly, they felt eyes blazing right though them. They glanced up to meet piercing golden eyes as the man in the mask stared right at them. Y/N felt their knees tremble as the man made no effort to avert his leering gaze. The mask prevented them to be able to read his expression, so they had no idea what he was even thinking. Subconsciously, Y/N fiddled with their hat, suddenly worried about how they looked as shivers traveled down their spine. Shakily peaking out from under the brim of their hat, they saw that he still hasn't stopped staring, studying them. They suddenly became aware of the nervousness intensifying the longer they stood there.
Y/N forced their gaze away from the man and turned to the lady. "Uh...I'll go work on your order now..."
With no other words, Y/N dashed towards the back of the counter and swung open the wooden door that separated the customers from the workers and blocked that metallic gaze. As the door shut behind them, the sudden need for air caused Y/N to gasp for breath. It feels so much safer in here.
However, now they were safe and away from his petrifying eyes, Y/N wanted to kick themselves. Why did they run away?! He must've thought that they were really weird now. What kind of shop owner runs away from a customer staring at them. UGH! They were so bad at this.
But still...excitement was bubbling inside their chest as they thought about the attractive man staring at them, giving them their full attention. They placed their hands over their heart as their cheeks flushed. He really was staring at them. Did that mean he was interested? Or did he just wanted to ask a question about the arrangements after so long? He was a customer after all, so the staring could be just him needing something from them. Still, if he was going to ask a question, it still meant he wanted to talk to them. Y/N's heart did a tap dance inside their chest. They felt like a giddy high school student romanticizing a simple "hi" that their crush gave. It just was so exciting to have this crush and fantasize about the possible interactions between them and this guy.
"Uh...Y/N? You do know that you're kneeling on the floor, right? And why are you so sweaty? Are you okay?"
Y/N was snapped out of their fantasies to see their assistant, Kanae, looking down at them, a worried expression etching their gentle features. Y/N felt their cheeks flush as they quickly stood up and brushed the dust off their apron. "Uh...yeah. I'm fine. Just...have a lot to do. That's all. Could you please look after the shop while I'm back here?"
"Um....okay...?" Kanae didn't look exactly convinced, but, regardless, she walked by Y/N and placed her hand on the door knob. As she opened the door, they caught a glance of her phone's screen and there was an article on it. Just from a quick glance of the article, there was a phrase that caught Y/N's attention. "October deaths?" they read.
Kanae turned her head around to look at Y/N and quietly closed the door again. "Oh yeah. It's just an old legend that's been in our town and I've been curious about. It talks about how a lot of people-mainly girls-had suddenly died every year on October 31st, one by one."
"October 31st?" Y/N repeated. "But, that's tomorrow."
"Exactly!" Kanae nodded. "A body would be found every year on the October 31st, seemingly dying a little bit before midnight of that exact same day. The weirdest part is that nobody has any idea of how these people died. Every autopsy report that has been done on each of the bodies had no results of what killed them."
"H-how is that even possible?!" Y/N questioned. "Even if something was done to sabotage the reports, there would've been, at least, some clue to how they've died!"
A small smirk crossed Kanae's face as she placed a finger to her chin. Y/N immediately grew nervous as soon as they saw the expression on their face. "Well, I have a theory...that a ghost is the one that's causing all these mysterious deaths..."
Y/N paled. "A g-g-ghost?! That can't be!"
"Why not?" Kanae had a wide, creepy, smile on her face as she tilted her head at Y/N. "The only way that multiple autopsy report would have no results is if something supernatural was the one causing the deaths. Doesn't it explain how people are suddenly dropping dead with no trace to what killed them? Besides that...did I mention that the bodies were discovered near the entrance gates of a graveyard that's not too far from here?" Kanae giggled creepily. "Sounds like the dead is adding to their numbers..."
Y/N felt chills travel down their spine as their knees buckled. Sweat dripped down their forehead as they stared at Kanae's terrifying smirk, unable to find their voice.
Suddenly, Kanae's mood quickly shifted back to her gentle and bubbly self as she rubbed Y/N's shoulders. "I'm playing, Y/N! I'm playing! You can relax."
Y/N took a deep breath and crossed their arms while glaring at Kanae. "D-don't joke around like that! You nearly gave me a heart attack!"
"I'm sorry," Kanae apologized, rubbing their hand. "I just couldn't resist the opportunity to scare you."
Y/N huffed and flicked Kanae's forehead, which only made her laugh. "You're just the worst, you know that? Now, go to the front and do your job. I have some arrangements to make back here."
Kanae nodded as she opened the door, laughing. "Alright, alright! I got what I deserved." With that, she skipped out of the door, her bubbly laughter being the last thing Y/N heard before the door closed.
They sighed as they walked towards a desk near the side of the room, attempting to calm themselves. 'Should've known that Kanae was pulling one of her usual weird jokes', they thought as they opened one of the desk's drawers and grabbed their knives. 'After all, ghosts weren't real. Those deaths must've just been real bad luck or happened from something else. No way it was a ghost.'
Still, Y/N could feel their hands trembling as they pushed their floral foam knife through the block of foam in front of them, cutting it into three pieces. They couldn't help but wonder about the possibilities of it really being a ghost that was causing all these deaths. Something had to have caused those people to suddenly die and for their autopsy reports to have been screwed up with. Could someone alive really be capable of doing all of that each year on the same exact day?
'Wait, why am I immediately assuming that all of these things are true?' Y/N wondered to themselves. 'Kanae said that it was only a legend, right? So...there's a chance that those deaths may have never happened and it's all meant to just be a spooky myth.'
With that thought comforting them slightly, Y/N focused all their attention on the arrangement, going to the greenhouse at the back of the shop to pick the flowers they needed first before working on the order. Planning the way that the arrangement would look on paper, using their floral knife to thin the stems of the flowers, and poking green wire into the calyxes of the plants, Y/N meticulously worked in their office all day. They had placed so much, if not all, of their focus on their arrangement to the point that, soon enough, they had forgotten all about the mysterious death legend. Time flew by as they worked and by the time they were almost done with the arrangement, the sun had set long ago and all the customers of the shop had already left.
"Nothing really interesting happened today," Kanae reported as she pinned up each order note on the bulletin board hanging over the desk. "Just had some weirdo in a mask making people uncomfortable, but he didn't really do anything suspicious. I just kept an eye on him."
Y/N knew better than to mention to Kanae about their attraction to the "weirdo in the mask", so they just nodded. "Well, as long as the other costumers are safe, we don't have to worry too much. If we see him again, then I'll try to talk to him..."
"Uh...you? Sweetie, you get nervous just having your order taken. You sure you can talk to that guy?"
Y/N blushed. "I-I don't get nervous! And yes, I'm absolutely a hundred percent sure!"
Kanae raised her hands in defeat as she smiled. "Alright then. I'll let you try to talk to him if we get any complaints about him again. Well, I'm off. Got some homework to do tonight. I've already organized the register and cleaned up everything, so you don't have to worry about that."
Y/N nodded. "Thank you. I'm almost done with this arrangement, so I'll be here a little bit longer. Have a good night, Kanae."
Kanae waved goodbye to them and left the office with a final "Night, Y/N." They could hear the gentle ringing of the small bells hung above the door as Kanae had left the floral shop. Y/N sighed and continued to add some final finishing touches to their arrangement before finally getting up and stepping back to admire their work.
Black dahlias in the center to draw the viewer's eyes to darkness, some orange begonias and daffodils surrounding it for that autumn feeling, lily of the valley peaking through for some added flair, and finally, some frosty dusty miller for the greenery. Y/N definitely thought that this captured the autumn night picture that they were looking for.
After making sure that the arrangement covered the wires and tape used to keep the floral foam in the some container, a yawn escaped Y/N's throat as exhaustion weighed down their muscles. They took a glance up at the clock that rested over on the left wall. 11 o'clock. They leaned back and stretched slightly, feeling the tension leave their muscles from being hunched over their work all day.
Satisfied with their arrangement, Y/N began to place all the tools they used back in their respective drawers and spots before grabbing a spray bottle and leaving the office, making their way to the front of the shop.
It was completely pitch-black in the small flower shop aside from some small rays of moonlight peeking through the windows. Leaves, blossoms, and plants that weren't standing straight loomed over to where the moonlight hit them, creating lurking shadows that creepily hung over Y/N in the night. The mint-colored walls seemed to be grey in the darkness and the only sounds that could be heard were the gentle taps of Y/N's shoes. It seemed like the usual cute charm of the florist shop in the day was sucked out and replaced with a nighttime creepiness.
Unaffected by the spooky atmosphere, Y/N simply just grabbed a flashlight from under the counter and made their way towards each plant with their spray bottle raised before pressing the nozzle. Gentle water droplets danced on the blooms and leaves and hydrated the plants. Y/N hummed softly to themselves and carefully stroked the flowers and leaves as they took care of their beloved plants.
After finishing watering an arrangement of roses near the windows, Y/N stepped back from the pot and glanced at a window for a split second. In the second that they looked at the window, they saw a tall, figure-like shadow standing just near the wall behind them. Their eyes widened and their heart pounded as the feeling of someone watching them suddenly flooding their body. They froze as the figure, clearly noticing that they saw them, took a step closer.
Panicking, Y/N spun around and hurled the flashlight right at the intruder's face before sprinting towards the door, mind racing with terrifying ideas of what the intruder was doing in the shop. But, just before they could reach it, they felt a hand grab their arm. Y/N glanced behind them to see a bandaged hand gripping onto their wrist, and they quickly turned around to try to swipe at the door in vain. They were about to scream when suddenly....
"Khehe…throwing a flashlight at my face?" the person grabbing onto them questioned, his calm and coarse voice whispering in their ear. "Quite an unusual way to attack intruder, I must say, though I don't suppose you have many weapons on you."
"P-please don't hurt me..." A quiet shaky voice escaped Y/N's lips as they tried pull themselves free of the stranger's grip, but it was constricting, refusing to let them escape. "Please! I'll do anything you want. J-just...let me go."
"Oh, do not worry," the man reassured. "I wasn't planning on causing harm to you."
"Y-you weren't...?" Y/N felt the hand letting go of its grip on their wrist, releasing them from its constriction. They turned around to see a similar-looking bandaged hand holding out their flashlight to them.
"I believe this is yours?" Y/N quickly took the flashlight out of the stranger's hand and shone it on his face. Immediately, they recognized the masked face of the mysterious golden-eyed stranger they've been eyeing for the past month.
“I-It’s you…” Y/N gasped, cheeks flushing at the reminder of how close they were to him. “You’re the guy that only comes here to observe the plants and people here.”
The man let out a soft, scratching laugh. "Yes, that is correct. I do apologize if I have unnerved you or anyone else during my observations. You see, I am not from around here, and I was intending on looking around and becoming familiar with the customs. I have heard that this florist shop was quite popular and my curiosity led me to coming here to see for myself."
"Uh...if you don't mind me asking, what got you curious about my shop?"
"Well, for starters, I have heard that the Ultimate Florist themselves was the owner. Naturally, that would immediately draw any fellow Ultimate student to investigate. Besides that, my field of study can involve observing the relationships between people and plants. So, I was also given the opportunity to research this."
The way he spoke reminded Y/N of a sophisticated university professor. He seemed dignified as he spoke with a slightly complicated vocabulary than most people would've and his dialect stroke Y/N as being kind of old. Regardless, they were intrigued even more than they already were.
"I guess that makes sense. Well, I am Y/N L/N, the Ultimate Florist. You said that you're an Ultimate, too?"
"That is correct," the man nodded. "My name is Korekiyo Shinguji. I am called the Ultimate Anthropologist."
"Anthropologist?" Y/N repeated. "So, you basically study people, or societies, or cultures. At least, that's what I remember anthropology being. Sorry, I'm not exactly an expert."
"That's quite alright," Korekiyo's golden eyes seemed to glow with a calm passion. "I'm always happy to teach. Anthropology is, like you said, the study of human societies and cultures. However, it is far deeper than simply just that. It is a study that examines the thought behind culture, faith, and customs. I study custom legends, folk tales, songs, and human behavior. I often rigorously analyze these customs to shed light on their origins and what made these customs so popular today."
"Wow!" Y/N gasped, placing a hand over their mouth. "That sounds like a lot of work, Shinguji. So, you were trying to study the relationships of people and plants?"
Korekiyo nodded. "Plants and flowers do tend to influence and affect many human behaviors. In fact, ethnobotany is the study of the interrelationships between cultures and plant-life. It's a connection between two different fields of study-botany and anthropology. Now, I'm no ethnobotanist myself, and I must admit that it's a field of study that's not exactly a part of my expertise. However, I figured that it would be worth observing this florist shop to possibly get more experience with the field. It's not something that I would normally consider researching, but learning more about it would prove to beneficial to me and my studies."
"Really, how?" Y/N asked, tilting their head like a curious puppy.
"Well, one must be willing to expand their knowledge past their experienced fields if they wish to be more well-informed. However, that's not my only goal for studying this field..." While the mask covered his face, Y/N could see the small smile forming in his eyes. "I simply wish to study the extend of humanity's beauty."
"Humanity's beauty?" Y/N probably should've felt creeped out by this, but the way that this guy talked so passionately about anthropology drew them in and got them curious to learn more. Like a moth drawn to a flame.
Korekiyo nodded, gliding over to one of the flower displays near the wall. "I have a pet theory that all aspects of humanity, even the ugly parts, can be considered beautiful. In every situation, every reaction, every culture, even through every hardship. I wish to study and witness all these aspects of humanity in person and relish in its beauty. I figured that a florist's shop would contain much of that beauty within the emotions and nature that is kept here."
He plucked a stem from a butterfly weed plant from the arrangement and turned to face Y/N, who followed right behind him. Korekiyo presented the butterfly weed stem to them. "There was also the chance to speak with the Ultimate Florist, and I couldn't simply pass down that opportunity, could I? I was actually wishing to speak with you sooner, but I didn't wish to pester you when you looked so preoccupied. Again, I do apologize for the conditions. I didn't mean to startle you, but I can say that I do not regret the chance to finally converse with you."
Y/N felt their face heat up as they stared at the bunches of small orange flowers in his hands and then up at his shimmering golden eyes. He...wanted to talk to them? Logically, they should've been creeped out, or terrified out of their wits, or hesitant, or even unsure of what to say. But...they felt like they didn't feel any of those things. Instead, their heart pounded in their chest as they took the bundle of orange flowers, bashfully looking away from his eyes. A warm and fuzzy feeling of flattery spread through their bones. Only one thought danced in their head: 'He wanted to talk to ME of all people...'
Y/N shyly walked past him and carefully placed the butterfly weed back in its arrangement. "Um...please don't pick flowers out of their arrangements...but thank you. I'm honored that you wanted to talk to me. Just, try to approach me next time instead of staring at me from across the room."
Korekiyo nodded. "Of course. Forgive me if I unnerved you."
"I-It's fine, really!" Y/N reassured before swiftly changing the subject. "So, you said that flowers were related to different cultures?"
The excited and passionate fire in Korekiyo's eyes returned as he began another lesson. "Yes. I'm sure you most likely are aware of this, but many societies around the world have assigned associations upon different flowers and plants. Depending on the symbolism of each one, these flowers are used for different occasions and to convey different messages."
He walked away from them and gracefully moved towards an arrangement near the door that had a couple of marigolds decorating it. “For instance, marigolds, or tagetes as they’re scientifically called. I assume you’re already aware, but marigolds are often associated with the sun, and thus, they were seen as symbols of power, strength, or warmth. Quite fitting, don’t you agree? However, they have a darker meaning to them. They are often called the ‘flower of death.’ In fact, in Mexico, they are an important symbol for their festivities during-”
“THE DAY OF THE DEAD!” Y/N blurted out. “Marigolds are believed to attract and guide souls to the altars that were placed to honor deceased family members in Mexico. During the Day of the Dead, their bright colors often encourage families to celebrate life instead of feeling bitter about death, especially since the holiday is about honoring the dead and being with loved ones that have already passed in spirit!”
After letting out their outburst, Y/N quickly realized that Korekiyo was staring right at them. They felt their cheeks heat up uncomfortably and quickly looked away. “At least…that’s what I know. I haven’t done a lot of research into it aside from the floral aspect…heck I can’t even pronounce the name in Spanish…”
"Dias de los Muertos." Y/N glanced up to see Korekiyo walking up to them with an amused eyebrow raised. “I believe that is what it’s called in Spanish. But, yes, you are correct in every other regard. I don’t think you should be so hard on yourself for your outburst.”
Y/N nervously played with a lock of their hair. “R-really, it’s nothing…I just had some orders from some Mexicans for the holiday that required marigolds.”
“It doesn’t make you less intelligent. In fact, I would consider you to be far more informed about plants than I am. It’s rather refreshing to have someone know what I am speaking about actually.” His whisper-like laugh escaped from his lips as Y/N’s rosy cheeks spread their color across their entire face. “Now, if I may continue…”
He walked over to a bouquet of roses that were near the register. “If I’m not mistaken, roses are the most common flower purchased here, correct?”
Y/N nodded eagerly. “Yes! They’re considered the most romantic flowers after all. Symbolizing love, beauty, passion, and, of course, romance! We have a lot of people buying them as gifts for their partners.”
Korekiyo nodded. “Correct. There are many stories in multiple cultures and discuss the origins of the rose. One example is in Greek mythology, where the rose is a symbol of the goddess of love, Aphrodite. She had fallen in love with a mortal man named Adonis, but, one day, he was murdered by a wild boar while out hunting. As he held to death in the goddess’s arms, her tears and his blood mixed onto the soil, producing the red blossom that would be later known as the rose.”
Y/N nodded. “Yeah, I actually heard that story before. It’s probably one of the most popular myths about the rose. I’m not really someone who’s interested in mythology, but my assistant showed me that myth and it did interest me.”
“Then I believe it may please you to know that there are other myths about the origins of flowers around the world. If you wish, I can tell you some of them.”
Y/N immediately nodded. “Yes, please! This stuff is really interesting. I definitely don’t know all the myths out there, so I’ll love to learn.”
“Khehe…I’m glad to hear. Most feel like my teachings can be far too long and lose interest about halfway through. So, it is enjoyable to have someone be curious and interested in what I have to say.”
Y/N giggled softly. “I find it hard to believe that people grow bored of your lectures. This is actually one of the most interesting conversations I had.”
Korekiyo closed his eyes for a moment. “I’m glad I can capture your interest. Now then, there are other myths about the origin of roses. Such as in Arabic mythology-”
Y/N listened to Korekiyo talk about the myth, captured by every word he said. He really was one of the most interesting people they had ever met. Sure, he was a little creepy and they were nervous about talking with them before, but, now, all their nervousness seemed to have faded away. Instead, a shock of energy traveled through their bones as they stared and listened. Korekiyo looked…really beautiful as he talked. His nimble, bandaged fingers moving gracefully as he gestured to the roses and made motions with his hands. His long, ocean-green hair gracefully falling over his shoulders and brushing against his hips. His golden eyes glowing with passionate intelligence. It all was so entrancing and Y/N felt themselves getting more and more pulled in with every word that was spoken in his gentle whisper.
There are most likely other myths that address the origins of these flowers, but those are the ones that I can currently think of. I could glance back at my notes and search for others if you’re still interested. Or perhaps, I could continue on another topic that you’re interested in learning about.”
“I’m happy with either!” Y/N smiled. “I’m just…having fun just talking with you. Or…with you teaching me about these myths and cultures. Either way, I want to keep talking and spending time with you. Is it weird to say that about someone I just met?”
Korekiyo didn’t say anything for a moment before shaking his head. Y/N felt a hungry delight in their chest once they saw his rose-tinted cheeks through his mask. “Not at all…I’m enjoying this night as well. Like, I’ve mentioned, it’s quite rare to have someone be this invested in anthropology and what I have to say. However, I do think the night must come to a close. It’s getting quite late and I imagine that you have to go home now.”
Y/N’s eyes widened as they looked at the time. 11:45 pm. Did time really go by so fast? Their shoulders slumped as they went to unlock the door with their key in hand. ‘Well…at least I could see him in the shop again tomorrow…’ they thought as they turned the lock.
However, the moment that Y/N glanced up to see Korekiyo walking towards the door, the idea of having to wait in their cold and lonely apartment until they get to see him again suddenly felt like torture. It grew worse the moment that Korekiyo walked by them and a strand of his teal hair brushed against Y/N’s cheek. Desire began to cause their entire body to ache, and it felt like a switch turned on in their head that already decided something.
Now that they had met Korekiyo Shinguji, they didn’t want to spend tonight alone without him.
“H-hey, Shinguji!” Y/N called, quickly locking the door and running after him. “I-it can be very dangerous in these parts at night…so, wouldn’t it be a good idea if we walked home together? You know…for safety reasons.”
Korekiyo raised an eyebrow upon noticing Y/N’ averting their gaze away from him and their red face, but he nodded regardless. “Of course. That would be wise…”
Y/N couldn't stop the massive grin that appeared on their face as they walked away from the flower shop into the night. They suddenly were hyper aware of Korekiyo’s fingers brushing against their own, noticing how close he was…once again, their desire took over and they boldly intertwined their fingers with his, confidence brewing up inside. If Korekiyo noticed the spontaneous decision, he didn’t comment on it.
They continued walking under the moon’s gentle silver light. The cold wind brushed against Y/N’s face and clothes as they continued walking, but they hardly noticed. Instead, they could only pay attention to the blazing fire that was burning in their chest as they walked closer and closer to their apartment. However, at the back of their mind, there was a little voice nagging at the back of their mind, saying, ‘This is weird…first, this guy suddenly appears in the shop at night and now you’re walking home with him? This may be dangerous…’ However, Y/N ignored the voice.
After a bit more walking, they approached a small graveyard that rested halfway of the path to Y/N’s apartment. With every step that they took, Y/N’s desire grew and grew until it was an uncontrolled inferno. They couldn’t take it anymore. They felt like they had to make the first move right at that moment. The remaining bit of logic that was left in Y/N’s brain screamed at them that something was wrong. It yelled as it tried to remind them of the dangers of the graveyard. What was it again…? Y/N didn’t know, but, at the moment, they didn’t care as they pushed the voice away.
Suddenly, they stopped walking, preventing Korekiyo from continuing to walk forward. “Y/N? Are you alright?”
Korekiyo’s voice drowned the subconscious screams echoing in their head. They smiled sweetly and grabbed both of Korekiyo’s hands, their doe-like eyes filled with lust as they stared up at him. “Never better! I just…feel like we should stop for a bit….”
A small hidden smile crept upon Korekiyo’s face as soon as he heard their answer. He removed one of his hands from the florist’s affectionate grasp, and lifted it up to caress their cheek before resting gently underneath their chin. They felt their cheeks turn pink the moment that his slender fingers brushed their chin gently. Was…he going to do what they thought he was going to?
‘STOP!’’ Their subconscious yelled. ‘GET OUT OF THERE! RUN! THIS IS DANGEROUS! YOU’VE JUST MET HIM. THIS-’
Y/N tuned out the annoying voice buzzing around in their brain. It needed to shut up. Didn’t it understand that it wasn’t every day a handsome, intelligent, and fascinating person wanted to kiss them of all people? They couldn’t let this opportunity pass by. Besides, this wasn’t threatening. This wasn’t fear. It was the thrill and excitement that bubbled inside them from this budding romance. This was…love.
“Close your eyes,” Korekiyo requested politely, calm as he patiently waited for the florist’s response. With no hesitation, Y/N did so and leaned in closer to him. He sighed in disappointment. He had really hoped that they weren’t going to end up having the same fate as all the others. Oh well…he supposed…it couldn’t be helped. Korekiyo removed his hand from their chin for a moment to lower his mask and leaned in, his eyes fluttering shut.
The gentle warmth of his lips enveloping theirs caused them to gasp slightly. Cold shivers ran down their entire body and assisted in cooling their fire, freezing them in place. Korekiyo, taking the lead, wrapped an arm around their shoulders and pulled them closer. For a moment, they had no idea how to respond. What…was this? They never had anyone kiss them like this before, and yet…it felt amazing. Their heart pounded as they felt the butterflies dance in the stomach. The kiss had every muscle tingling at this newfound spark that ignited. They quickly reacted as they stood on their toes to reach his height and returned the kiss, adding more to the thrill of kissing a complete stranger. They knew that they barely knew who this guy was, but…kissing him felt so right. At least, for a moment…
The florist’s hands reached up to hold his face in their hands, but…his cheeks felt wet alongside the warmth. Like there was something dripping down from his cheeks. And…there was something odd about the way his cheeks felt…their fingers felt like they were tracing the outline of a jack-o-lanturn’s mouth. Squishing sounds filled their ears as their fingers investigated, and they immediately pulled away in shock. “What in the-”
They never got a chance to finish their sentence. Sudden pain stabbed at them, causing them to clutch their chest as they suddenly began to gag and cough violently. Scarlet splashed onto the gray concrete sidewalk as it dripped from the florist’s lips. They dropped to their knees, unable to stop the boiling sensation in their throat and the pounding in their head as they attempted to gasp for breath. All they could see were Korekiyo’s black boots as they stood over them.
“W-what….are you…” Their vision slowly grew blurry as the boots only became a black fuzzy blur. They forced themselves to themselves to look up at the figure standing over them. What is happening? They must be delusional or something because even with their blurry vision, they could see that…Korekiyo was transparent?
“I was hoping to spare you…” Korekiyo sighed, remorse painting his voice. “You were probably one of the most charming people that I have met, my dear, and your beauty was some of the finest that humanity had to offer. Just like the most beautiful lily. However…my curse isn’t something that can be beaten that easily. What a shame. Well, I suppose that humanity didn’t deserve your beauty anyways. This is a much better fate for someone as lovely as yourself.”
The florist glared at Korekiyo with a look as venomous as the poison flowing through their body. “Y-you…wicked…son of a-”
They couldn’t even finish their sentence as they collapsed on their side, feeling like they were having their energy sucked out of them. They…wanted to sleep. Sleep and make all this pain go away. Yeah…sleeping sounded amazing right now. Just…sleep…
….and never wake up.
Before they gave into the temptation to fall into a deep deep sleep, Y/N forced themselves to glance up at the face that they had spent their final moments with. The mask had completely fallen to the ground and was lying next to their weak body, revealing Korekiyo’s face. As their vision cleared to look upon Korekiyo’s face one last time, they saw something that would haunt them for their entire afterlife…
Beneath the mask was a massive gash running across his face, carving his mouth to a wide ear-to-ear grin. His skin was ripped apart from around the gash, revealing the tissue that the weapon tore apart. Scarlet blood dripped down from the scar, falling down his chin and staining his lips with a bright red that clashed with his definitely transparent body. The florist could’ve sworn they saw his natural mouth giving them a terrifying smile as he looked upon their pitiful state.
The ghost of Korekiyo Shinguji knelt down to the florist and used one hand to gently caress their cheek. “Humanity is truly beautiful, isn’t it? Even the death of a soul as pure as yours is beautiful. I’m pleased to see that you’ve died as graceful as you lived, my love.”
His smile widened as he looked upon them, causing the massive scar to grow even wider and become even more grotesque. Before everything went black, a final question was asked to the florist. One that they would never be able to answer.
“What about me…am I beautiful as well?”
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