𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 || 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

★彡𝘚.𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘰 ─── 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘜𝘴

toman sanzu x fem! reader
tw| mentions of violence

this oneshot was NOT written by me! This person who wishes to be called Anon, wrote it <3 Show some support and love! ♡

─── 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 a fight with Moebius, Haruchiyo was beaten up, physically and mentally. He's not badly
injured but the bruises and wounds that covered
his body are tiring him out. His black mask, that
covered his two beautiful scars at the corner of
his lips, are a bit teared up from the fight earlier.

Tired of walking while on his way home, he
decided to take a rest somewhere. He found a
quiet playground and sat mindlessly at the swing.
As he sat thoughtless, he saw a few people about
to pass by the playground he's sitting at. He
turned his back from the walkway, tried his best
to cover his scars he's secretly insecure about.

As the people passed by, he saw an unfamiliar
figure he'd never known was there with him all
along, got out of the slide and approached him.
The girl suddenly gives out her right hand,
signalling him to hand her his little to no
damaged mask, while her left hand is holding a
bag.

He handed her his mask confusingly as she
placed herself on the swing beside him and
started to unzip the bag she was holding to take
out a needle and a black thread to sew his slightly
scratched mask. As she sewed, she signalled him
to check the remaining thing inside her bag.

As he examined, he saw an essential oil and an
adhesive bandage to heal an open wound and
also cold water in a small bottle to lessen a
bruise. Haruchiyo is clueless about where this
strange girl got all the things he needs at the right
time but who's he to ask when help is already offered? He took them out as he treated his minor
injuries independently.

Haruchiyo shamefully admitted to himself that it
was the most comfortable silence he ever had
and much to his overwhelm, it was around a girl
his age he'd never met. Ever since that night,
even if Haruchiyo doesn't have any injuries to be
treated, he'll be there, on the swing, as she'll be
there beside him.

Daily.

At the same quiet playground.

Under a comfortable silence he'd never asked for.

Well, it's comfortable for a reason.

She might be the reason.

ah, i love these type of oneshots! Simple, yet so deep and sweet <3 It's an amazing work, Anon!