Genshin Impact One-shots [Reader insert]

Kamisato Ayaka

Requested.

just got her and Diluc yesterday, happiest day of my life.

and do you want to hear some tea ? its not tea tho just what happened to me this last week. i can spare you some advices, especially girls. just comment below and if u want, i can tell u everything.

t/w: mention of abuse, self-harm

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Ayaka, was like an angel when you first met her.

You were at Inazuma City, watching everyone around eating such a festive food and having fun with friends.

That when you saw Ayaka, such a cute girl in a beautiful kimono, looking very timid with a boy next to her, taller by a few. There were a few adults talking with each other, while the boy intently listen to them.

Whereas Ayaka, looking shy, caught you looking at her.

Your hand unconsciously clenched onto your tattered shirt, looking at her in awe. Such a gentle eye colours, complimenting her bright hair, the colour of an angel would usually have, bright and innocent.

Then, you felt a hit on your head. In instinct, you covered yourself receiving hits after hits.

"I told you not to run away !" You were pinched on your arm before being pulled away, eyes were searching for Ayaka, afraid that little girl would look at you badly now, or probably in fright seeing you get beaten.

Yes, you were running away from the person that continuously abused you. Ever since you were infant, in fact, these treatment became normal to you.

You went out to find your own food, drinking water from the stream running down to the shore, hair unkempt, the same tattered shirt.

You did not feel the intense feelings of hate, nor do you feel grieve when they died. Better yet, you felt nothing, and even glad they died.

Although during those time of growing up, you find excitement on taking risks.

"Oi, you crazy kid ! Get off of that pillar !" One of the villager shouted among the crowd as you climbed a tall pillar just to get a beautiful view of Narukami Island. You looked down to them, those elders that had done nothing to help you when you got beaten by that person. You put your tongue out at them.

"And... done !"

You looked at the back of your hand, red threads beautifully sewn by you. Blood were prickling down afterwards, but that would be a short after effect. You liked the process and the results. You kissed your own creation, having to be able to decide things on your own for the first time, feel so accomplished.

Then, you remembered the angel you had seen a few years back.

How was she now ? Had she grown as a beautiful girl by then ?

What would she react if she saw you this way ?

You looked down on your old and plain outfit, and then ended up to your torn flip flop. Then, your eyes fell on your hand covered with dripping blood.

Hmm...

five years later...