|Dead Heart| Reaper x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Two - Whiplash

With the door clicking closed and the muffled sigh from Reaper's mask, you could tell whatever this conversation was wouldn't be easy for either of you.

"You're not in trouble."

Or maybe not.

Before you could stop yourself, you questioned him, "What do you mean?"

He turns to you, mask blank of expression, he's tired.

"Doomfist and Moira aren't going to tell you shit." He crossed his arms, you were about to get an earful.

This whole strange situation was hitting you about a million miles too fast.

"I know them. And I know they only told you what was required."

All of your self restraint was being used to stop your eyebrow from raising out of pure confusion.

"You're being trained to be sent on missions, and to be one of the top agents here," Reaper mumbled out, metal talons toying with the edges of his mask, "All of their eyes are going to be on you. They expect much more than they should, for your sake."

Finally allowing your true emotions to show, you opened your mouth to speak. Yet like always, he interjected before you could manage.

"But you're smart. I know you are. That's why I know you'll stay out of trouble."

He began to gesture with his hands, eyes glowing a dull red. He had been thinking about this for god knows how long.

"So don't make an example of yourself, stay low, and you'll thank me."

Reaper reasoned, a step closer to you now. His voice wasn't venomous, but a stern, knowing tone was set into his words. This was a warning.

"I, uhm-" you didn't expect whatever this was, "I understand."

You fiddled with your hands behind your back, coming out here in the hallway you expected to be yelled at.

"Good," he grunted, now turning around to gesture back into the gym.

"Thank you," you spoke, voice quiet, "for telling me."

He stiffened, as did you. Neither of you expected for those words to leave your mouth.

After a moment reaper hummed as a response, opening the door for the two of you. Of course he didn't bother to hold the door open, but you expected at least that much.

Arturo's head popped up from his crunches, eyebrows raised as to ask what happened. You would tell him once you were alone, now certainly wasn't the time.

You noted how reaper looked over his shoulder to you, the brief eye contact was short, and he promptly began to walk over to Arturo, you knew it was your cue to follow.

Arturo got the same idea, and met the two of you in the middle of the gym, standing in one of the few spots that weren't using up equipment.

"Alright you two," Reaper mused, gaining your attention, "This training won't be easy, as you could tell from today."

Arturo couldn't hold back the chuckle that escaped from his lips, Reaper only responded with an unpleasant stare.

"Both of you need to know this, because the council won't tell you," he said the last part a bit quietly, but both of you could hear it.

"You're going to be sent on a few lower priority missions in this upcoming month. They will keep an eye on your progress. If you don't do well- I bet you could guess what happens then." Reaper rumbled out, his voice hoarse and crackling.