𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍│[M!Reader x Highschool DxD - Jeanne D'arc/ Jalter]

-[S.1]-[C.4]-> [Go Over-Hardcore]

[Y/N] - Your Name
[M/N] - Middle Name
[L/N] - Last Name
I
["Talking"]
["SCREAMING"]
["Whispering"]
["Thinking"]

Have I ever told you guys how much I just hate DxD? Like, seriously, this series fucking sucks. It has such a great universe to work with, but it never does. For real, having not only named the Main Character who gets girls for no reason after yourself, but along with that having him do shit like lift Mjolnir? Now y'all understand why Sairaorg and Vali are my favorite characters in the series. As the rules state:

Bros before hoes.

Anyway, as you guys probably saw, the last chapter was quite... Emotional. So, from keeping that thing from happening so soon (Because trust me, it will happen a LOT throughout this fanfic), let's make this a bit more wholesome, shall we? So... I apologize if this chapter comes out a bit late, in case it doesn't, then this is just a waste of space and additional words for me to put on the word count at the end lol.

In any case, you see, not only when I'm writing this I'm almost sleeping face-first against the keyboard and fucking starving, my arm/shoulder also hurt. Like, they're hurting so much I can barely move my fingers around the keyboard. And, well, having to finish off Chapter 3 Earlier today by itself took a great deal out of me, so... Yeah. I'll probably just wait for it to recover, and once it does, I'm back to writing full-time baby.

Anyway, let's roll!

<<<<<< I >[---]< I >>>>>>

Y/N: ["And then, I told him to fuck off"]

Of course, yet another day had come upon Kuoh. That said, however, this wasn't a different day, but the same one. It hadn't been long since Y/N had a spar against Rui, and now walked down the roads. One might have expected someone like him, who had scars covering his fingers and even his neck, to be walking side-by-side with people like him. Tall, intimidating, wearing leather jackets, and ready to kick ass.

That couldn't be farther away from the truth, however. In fact, only two others walked at Y/N's side while the last one rode on his shoulders. That was, of course, the girl with short, bright-orange hair that gently laid her arms on top of her father's head. The boy with black hair, who had a fringe falling over his eye, walked on Y/N's right side. As for the last son, the one with white hair, he walked on the left side with a calm step.

The three of them wore their school uniform, Emma's consisting of a black-themed sailors uniform with black skirt and jacket. Her shirt was white with a red-colored tie, much like Ray's and Norman's. Ray, however, kept the jacket merely hanging from his shoulders, and the tie loosened up. Norman being Norman, wore both the jacket and the shirt without any customizations, as Emma had her jacket tied around her waist.