The Ripple Effect [Stein x Reader]

Who Do They Think They Are?

I should probably be studying for my Geology Test on Thursday but to be honest, I'm not feeling it... sooo... instead, I did another update... because well, it's a bit long overdue and I like, really need a distraction... soo... this is a bit of a filler, but if the exposition for justin/reader isn't perfect then I don't know what perfection is anymore. Like let me just tell you how much I love the interaction between Justin and the Reader. Like. I don't care if the reader has a Mary Sue relationship with Justin because it... it has me shook. You're probably like: "Where's StEiN this is a STEIN X READER" to which I respond:

He comes in later I swear. 

Also, I write Justin more along the lines of the manga? Like, I have a very different cannon Justin that I enjoy writing so I'm sorry if he seems OOC but I definitely go off of manga Justin rip

Also, question: 

How do ya'll feel about The Heathers for Soul Eater? I kind of think that Stein would make an awesome (much more twisted and detached) JD. What do you think? To be honest, that's probably going to be written tonight instead of studying LOL but I still want your thoughts.

Also, another statement: 

this story is about stein but the way this chapter is set up is for angst reasons SO 

Who Does This Man Think He Is?

A frown played on your lips as you came into the apartment, the door slamming behind you. Justin must have felt the vibrations of the door slamming shut behind you as he lifted his head from the pan he was cooking on. There were a few sizzling sounds that echoed through the room but he couldn't hear them given that he, like always, had his headphones in.

There was a moment of silence where his baby blue eyes focused on your own and your steely gaze locked with his. He seemed impassive to the gaze, though as time passed he became increasingly more uncomfortable. For the most part, Justin wasn't sure as to how he should respond to this. Sure, you were an odd one... and by an odd one, he meant an odd one. But he was odd, too... so he never seemed to be too bothered by it. However, simply starring at each other - this was making him uncomfortable beyond belief.

So naturally, Justin slowly and uncomfortably broke eye contact, silently turning back to the food that he was cooking on the stove... figuring that there was really no need to be engaging in a conversation with you. After all, if you had something on your mind then you would most certainly say it - 

A bloodcurdling scream of frustration shot through the air.

There wasn't any need to feel the vibrations because your scream had pierced through the air and his music quite violently. Your screech had vibrated in his head a bit - and he had to blink a few times and shake his head a bit to get the noise out of his head. However, when it had seemed as though he had recovered from the initial shock -

"WHO DOES THIS MAN THINK HE IS?!" 

It was an outburst  - a pure fit of anger. Justin starred, a bit of shock crossing his face followed by agitation with how loud you were being (of course, given that this was Justin his agitation was a bit ironic...). However, he didn't say anything.

When a child has a tempertantrum, it's best to let them wear themselves out...

"You know, I would understand if he said that he hated me! I would understand if he had asked me to leave! Hell, I was even hoping he would close the door in my face. Then at least that would close an entire chapter of my life of him playing mind games with me" You had raved, your voice at a loud yell, "If he had told me that he didn't want to see me, or to watch my back, that would have made sense! What I did, conscious or not, was unforgivable. But he can't even do that much. No. Why? Because to him, it's all a game! There is no black and white with him. There is no good and bad!"