We need Fruit headcanons after this chapter. (Please live, my bb).
Furuta knew something dark had happened the moment he stepped in his front door.
“Nice to see you.” He smiles at his curvaceous lover, with their beautiful curly hair and round face.
In response, they hold out a photograph.
Ami.
“I see.” He purses his lips.
“I know what you did, Souta.” She crosses her arms.
“And yet, you’re confronting me.” Furuta tilts his head. “Who told you? Uta? Itori?”
“You know I’m here because i love you. Let’s cut the bullshit.” She tosses the photograph in his face. “She was a person, and you humiliated and killed her!”
“Technically, I did not kill her.” Furuta sighs at the fury on her face. “Look, I was…not a good person then.”
“You’re not now, either,” she mutters.
“No, but … ” Furuta pauses. “Wait. Are you thinking I’ll do the same to you?”
“It’s logical, isn’t it?”
“When have I ever behaved logically?” Furuta teases. His heart thumps in his chest. Please, please love me. He reaches for her. “I was wrong to do that to Ami. I would never hurt you, silly human.”
“Are you sure? Even though I’m fat?”
“You’re perfect the way you are,” he tells her. “I mostly just humiliated her because she was a vulnerable target. She could have been thin and I’d have done the same. Not that that makes it better.”
He guides her towards the couch. “You’re beautiful. Inside and out. You make me want to be a better person, even if I’m not.”
She sighs. “I’ve already sent a letter directing her parents to her grave.”
“I’d expect no less.” Furuta lowers his eyes. His hands run along her curves. “I’m sorry, [Name].”
“You’re trying to seduce me, aren’t you?”
“Is that my punishment?” Furuta looks horrified.


