AN: I love Hibari so much.
Yet I have never written about him...
Hibari X Reader
Guilt
Oh shit.
Oh shit.
Oh shit.
You were so dead.
His sash. His dear, beloved prefectorial sash he oh-so wore everyday. You stained it. There it was, a large, black, obvious mark across the Japanese words. Why did you have to be so careless? You were only doing calligraphy...how could did the ink get...there?
You froze. There were footsteps. Oh God.
You were fucked.
"Hey, herbivore. I left my sash here..." Hibari opened the door and stepped towards the table. You could not help but give a small cry of fear. The raven haired boy stared at his sash.
That streak of black.
He turned to you with that fierce gleam in his eyes. You gripped the brush that you were holding, glancing at the ink above the paper. Hibari said nothing, yet you understood clearly what he meant. You knew you had two choices: One, run away as fast as you could, but let him chase after you and die. Or two, sit there and die anyway.
Oh well. Too late.
You had no choice but to pick number two. You sat there as he leaned closer towards you, that dark aura surrounding him. He whipped out his tonfas, causing you to yelp and jump.
"What is this, herbivore?"
"An accident, I swear..." You managed to mumble out, putting the brush down and lifting your quivering hands in an attempt to defend yourself. You just knew you were going to die. Hibari Kyoya was the most merciless man on Earth. You have heard him giving terrible punishments to anyone who got in his way, terrifying, terrifying punishments.
Well, you had one last resort. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" You squeaked, eyes closed as he lifted his tonfas, preparing to give you a terrifying punishment. Screaming an apology once more, you opened your eye just a crack.
Hibari had withdrawn his tonfas.
...What. Wait, what?
"Hi-Hibari-kun?" You muttered, your hands dropping down slowly as you opened both eyes. He has not changed expressions, but you heard him give out a sigh.
"If you were not a girl I would have punished you," Hibari said, "Actually, if you were someone else I would have..." He paused, "But you better feel guilty about what you have done, [Name]."
Taking his sash off the table quickly, he stalked off to the doorway. As you sat there, mouth gaping wide open, you saw him turn to you and he smirked. And just like that, he left the room.
Guilt? What guilt?
He called you by your name! Not "herbivore"! He smiled at you! A bonus!
Oh yes, you were going to stain the entire room this time.