[I do not own the manga and anime series Soul Eater nor Hunter x Hunter. (Y/N) (L/N)'s outfit was made via https://www.dolldivine.com/aataveith-character-creator.php and the explanation for yandere can be found at https://the-dere-types.fandom.com/w...
You remember your first day at the Death Weapon Meister Academy (DWMA) as a teenager -- the day you met your current partners.
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All new students who were enrolling into DWMA stood outside, per instructions, and mingled. This was a common tradition used to pair people together. Specifically, this was used to pair a meister, a human who can wield weapons, and weapons, humans that can turn into a specific combat weapon.
Weapons and meisters who pair up in this event typically become partners for life as they are usually compatible in some way, mostly personality.
Most of the students were talking amongst themselves. However, it seemed that there were particular individuals that no one wanted to even look at. Three young men stood off to the side by themselves, completely isolated from the rest of their cohort. The teens themselves were not even talking to each other.
Just standing there.
Each one gave off an aura and vibe that clearly stated that they were not to be messed with despite how handsome they may look.
(Y/N) (L/N), on the other hand, was amongst the rest of the cohort but she wasn't really engaged in conversation. Rather, she was observing everyone else.
A watchful eye hidden in plain sight.
Her eyes drifted to the three obvious outcasts who didn't seem bothered that they weren't being paired up with anyone. One of the boys locked eyes with her and she immediately took notice of his yellow eyes. They were sharp, calculating, mischievous, and playful all at the same time. She could see how the others opted to stay away from him.
But she was curious. There was something, something that drew her to him. She wasn't afraid of him, she was intrigued by him. She couldn't put her finger on exactly what was so captivating about him.
The teen she was staring at smirked and continued the staring contest. His eyes briefly left her face and traveled down her body before returning to lock eyes with her. She did the same and she was impressed by how well built he was.
Was he a meister?
(Y/N) still didn't have a partner yet, so she figured she should sattle up and talk to at least one of these three boys. One of them has got to be a weapon.
She approached the boy with the yellow eyes as he's the one she's been "engaging" with up until now. Said boy seemed to be pleased that she came over, his smile growing wider.
"Oh my, what have I done to be graced by your presence?" He greeted, his voice deep and flirtatious. As soon as he opened his mouth, (Y/N) knew instantly that she was attracted to his voice. It was music to her ears.
"Well, we were staring at each other." She replied, "Figured I might as well come talk to you."
"And did you like what you see?" He replied, licking his lips in a seductive way. "Because I certainly did."
"I can see why you're over here by yourself." She replied, maintaining a neutral appearance that was not too disgusted with him nor too interested. She was, in fact, attracted to him but her instincts told her to keep that to herself.
"C'mon, don't be like that." He responded playfully, "These guys are here too." He gestured to the other two outcasts who were standing next to him, one to his right and one to his left.
"Do not bring me into this conversation." One of the other boys spoke up. His tone was sharp and direct, and (Y/N) knew that he meant what he said. He briefly glanced in her direction and she took notice of his big black eyes. His presence was probably the most intimidating.
"Well, aren't you guys chatty this morning?" The third boy spoke, not looking up from the book he was reading. "And here I thought I would get some quiet time to read." He seemed to be the most gentle out of the three, at least upon hearing him speak.
"Look," (Y/N) sighed, she was starting to regret coming over to talk to them. However, she still needed a partner. "I still need a partner to get into this school, so let's just cut to the chase. Either of you a weapon?"
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Your case was certainly a rare one. All three of them were weapons and it seemed like you were the only one willing to pair with them. After pleading your case with Death himself, he granted permission as long as you could wield all three and demonstrate compatibility.
The four of you quickly became the talk of the school. You were big news.
'The meister who is partnered with three weapons!'
You guys also graduated DWMA as such and were highly regarded as a strong yet different group. For most meisters, they share a goal of making their weapon a weapon to be wielded by Death himself. Weapons also typically look forward to that day.
However, your weapons were not interested in that at all so you didn't worry about it. The only thing they wanted to do was kill and take souls.
In the present, you and your partners had been called back to Death City by Death for a job. After meeting with him and being debriefed, he told you to wait at the entrance of the school.
He wanted three promising pairs of students to join and shadow you. This was a new program that Death was testing to give the students more professional combat experience with the graduates.
An internship program, if you will.
"Hmm, (Y/N), you look breathtaking in that outfit as always." One of your partners purred as he sat behind you and pressed his chest to your back.
You were sitting on the top of the long stairwell to DWMA while you waited on the students to arrive. You wore (f/c) pants that fit you just right and hugged your thighs and booty, matching ankle boots, and a (f/c) long sleeve and slightly low cut top that was off the shoulders but had two straps as if to hold the top in place. You also wore black, fingerless gloves in hopes of decreasing blisters that you tend to get when wielding your weapons.
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"Hisoka," You called, "why must you sit behind me?" You felt him wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer to him so you were sandwiched between his legs.
"Because this way," Hisoka replied, resting his chin on your left shoulder and peered down at your cleavage. "I have the best seat in the house." He licked his lips lustfully at all the sinful thoughts and images that were going through his mind.
You rolled your eyes at his comment, not surprised at all. "Keep it in your pants." Another one of your partners hissed, not a fan of where this conversation was going.
"Don't be such a party pooper, Illumi." Hisoka teased.
Illumi didn't respond, instead opting to ignore the clown's existence. Meanwhile, your third partner Chrollo continued to read his book but was partially listening to the conversation.
"Oh, you must be the graduates we're looking for!" A voice came from behind. The four of you turned your heads to look at the person (you elbowed Hisoka and wiggled out of his grip so you could stand up). A young girl with pigtails and big green eyes was staring at you. Behind her were six other teenagers who were running to catch up with her. "I'm Maka!" She bowed, "It's nice to meet you!"
