❝ honestly, i thought i would be dead by now. ❞
(l/n) (y/n) is a contradiction. she's strong, yet stoical. powerful, yet subtle. insistent, yet quiet. awkward, yet charming. maybe that's why a lot of people got their attention on her.
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A small yawn escaped (Y/N)'s lips as she continued to roam around the lonely aisles of the convenience store. It was barely 6 o'clock in the evening and she can already feel her energy draining by the second from all the studying she's been doing for the past couple of hours. She laid her phone on her shoulder and pressed it against her ear as she hoarded in several bags of chips to the stainless basket while half-heartedly listening Yaoyorozu gush over the study session that's currently taking place in her house.
"—Oh, (L/N), you have to come next time! I requested mother to buy that specific brand of Earl Gray tea that you mentioned you liked the other day."
The addressed girl only hummed in response. Honestly, she didn't even know why she didn't hang up earlier; Yaoyorozu was talking for about fifteen minutes now! But she didn't have the heart to after hearing the girl's peppy tone. Seriously, what sane person would get excited to talk to (Y/N)? The most boring person to talk to? ...Yaoyorozu, she guesses. Strange girl.
(Y/N) walked over to the glass door coolers, relishing how the cold air slapped her tired face for a moment before taking out five strawberry milk bottles and placing it down carefully on the basket. Mindlessly backing away, she let out a small 'umph!' when she hit something behind her.
Her features contorted into an annoyed look, eyebrows furrowing and lips pursing in vexation when her phone tumbled on the floor. (Y/N) was just about to crouch down to pick up the device when a hand from behind her suddenly came and hastily handed it back.
A soft exhale escaped her nose before the tired teen turned around, about to give quietly thank the stranger but stopped when she was greeted by a very pecuilar looking man. He was fairly tall, and has a slim, somewhat-lanky build. He has black hair that spikes upward around his head, hanging low over his eyes, which are thin, turquoise in color, and heavily lidded. He was dressed rather strangely— but the strangest thing about him are undoubtedly the patches of gnarled, wrinkled, purple skin that cover much of his lower face and neck, all the way down past his collarbone, below his eyes and on his arms. These appear to be attached to the rest of his skin by multiple, crude surgical staples or hoop piercings, making it impossible to tell if the scars were accidental or self-inflicted.
'What the hell...'
To fazed by the man's appearance to even say anything, she only bowed her head lightly to him and walked her way over to the cashier.
After she was done paying for her things, she had this weird urge to look up at one of the dome mirrors— so she did.
The black haired man was still standing at where she last saw him and (Y/N) swore— she swore that a infinitesimal chill ran up her spine for a moment when her dull eyes caught sight of the store's cooler reflecting the man's azure eyes.
