no Shuyaku wa Wareware da (Wrwrd)

Osuman~ Thunder storm

It was a dreary night. A storm had came rolling in around dinner time, a storm so bad that the last matches were cancelled due to this story. (Y/N) (L/N), the healer of the manor, was in one of the nightly matches to get cancelled. She was relieved it did though; the (H/C) haired woman had an exhausting day of matches, However, (Y/N) knew she wasn't going to sleep tonight - the healer was... afraid of thunderstorms. She would never admit it or tell anyone, but she was terrified of thunderstorms, especially the harsh ones during the summer heat. The noises were so loud and the lightning was so bright... it certainly kept (Y/N) awake at night. Thunderstorms during the day weren't so bad to her, but during the night when the sun had gone down? Terrifying, (Y/N) thought. She had managed to mask her fear of thunderstorms through her two years at the manor already. No one ever seemed to question why (Y/N) didn't come out of her room during thunderstorms, or why (Y/N) would rush to get away from windows or something. They never once questioned, and (Y/N) thought she did a pretty damn good job covering up the fact she was afraid of thunderstorms. healers usually had to put facades on in the public to avoid negative press. (Y/N) was good at masking her real self because of that. No, she was always kind and loving, that was the truth about her. However... the healer was frail and weak, and she was terrified of thunderstorms.

(Y/N) had become so used to hiding herself that she hid her problems and fears as well. She did everything on her own, never asked for help once. If someone offered, (Y/N) would simply say "thank you, but I've got this", and carry on with whatever she was doing. Didn't once ask or trouble anyone for help. In matches, it was a little tough since (Y/N) insisted she was fine. After all, one of her skills was singing, which could heal others without the need for bandages or a syringe. However, the downside of that was... if (Y/N) was downed, she could not sing to heal herself. It simply would not work, for whatever reason. She was considered the kindest and most loving survivor, as well as the most selfless. It was rather nice, except, (Y/N) had a lack of self preservation. She was so used to doing things for others, that she didn't do enough for herself.

The (H/L), (H/C) haired woman sat on her bed, trembling as she kept the lights on. The storm was raging, the bright lightning and powerful thunder meshed together along with the harsh wind and harsh rain. (Y/N) had overheard the Medic, Shinpei God, some other survivors speculating that the power would go out at some point because of the raging and whipping storm. (Y/N) was not excited for that; the last thing she wanted to do was be in a thunderstorm at night, with no lights on whatsoever. She wanted to go out, seek the comfort of someone, anyone, but she didn't want to trouble them. She didn't want to be a burden to anyone, knowing how frightened she could get. (Y/N) contemplated on staying in her room the entire night, even if the power went out. She didn't want to trouble anyone with her fears and anxieties over something so silly. At least, (Y/N) thought it was silly. Only children and animals were scared of thunderstorms, right? Adults weren't scared of something so trivial... right? That's why (Y/N) told herself, anyway. The only other person she knew who was afraid of thunderstorms was Emile. He was a young adult so... it made sense he was afraid of thunderstorms. As for Emile, well, (Y/N) wasn't a hypocrite. She only wished she could comfort Emile during these rough storms but... Zomu always got to Emile first. That was fine, since (Y/N) couldn't even comfort herself during thunderstorms. She wished... that someone could comfort her like Zomu comforted Emile.

A harsh gust of wind pounded against (Y/N)'s windows, causing her to let out a faint whimper as she hugged herself, closing her (E/C) eyes as tightly as she possibly could. Even with her eyes closed so tightly though, she could still see the bright lightning from her windows. She had been too frightened to get up and close the blinds, worried she'd get caught in the midst of lightning and rumbling thunder. Seconds after the flash of lightning, a loud rumble came afterwards, shaking the manor ever so slightly. (Y/N)'s eyes filled with tears as they flooded down her face, leaving salty liquid on her soft, (S/C) cheeks. The (H/C) haired woman's trembling became worse, and she became desperate for comfort. She was in between two rooms. The room on her left belonged to the enchantress, Shaoron. On the right of (Y/N)'s room... belonged to the Feminine Male, Osuman. She knew Shaoron would be more than happy to help comfort (Y/N) but... (Y/N) wanted to be comforted by Osuman. Truth be told, (Y/N) had fallen madly in love with the Feminine Male. He was brains and brawns, outgoing yet reserved. He was always kind to (Y/N) and never got mad at her, no matter how mistakes she made, whether inside of matches or outside of matches. Whenever Osuman was having a relapse of his trauma, he would come to (Y/N) and she would sing him a soothing song. It was the same song every time, but that was because Osuman requested her to sing it every single time. He found... comfort in (Y/N)'s company and her song.