Male Reader
Slightly edited... They don't have dorms for sake of plot.
Skinny reader and starved reader, so i'm putting a possible trigger warning on that.
Btw - I was REALLY temped to make this a smut.....I didn't (it's implied though).~♡ ☏ ☏ ☏ ☏ ☏ ☏ ☏ ☏ ♡~
Y/n got ready for the day, putting his black hoodie and pants on. Sheathing his dagger on to his leg, he pulled his hood up. Y/n let out a slow breath, before opening the door. The bright light blinded Y/n, and he eyes squinted, growling in disgust as the sun shone down on him. Hand on the strap of his bag, Y/n leapt over the edge of the roof. Landing in a roll on the roof a few feet in front of him, and picked himself up, and kept jumping from roof to roof. This was the usual. It always had been.
(Megumi POV)
The daily alarm of Y/n landing with a hard thud on my roof woke me up. I sighed as I got up, running my hand through my hair. Y/n had been my alarm clock for a few months now. Though I had never met him face to face.
I had woken up to a girl with pink hair nocking on my door, apologizing for her friend's behavior. She had offered to pay me to not call the cops on Y/n. I, of course, refused. I just said I didn't care. At the time, I didn't.
I would usually be out the door to see Y/n leap over a gap in the right street buildings roof. But today, despite looking up out of pure habit, I saw no one. And so when I heard the groan from the alleyway, I carefully made my way to peak around the trashcans. There was a figure, his hand covering a bleeding gash on his shoulder, slumped against the wall. "Oh... Your Y/n, aren't you." I said, stunned to see him. "Yeah. Sorry for waking you up everyday." He hissed in pain. "Listen, I'll never use your house as a shortcut if you get me to a clinic or to your house so I can clean my wound." Y/n said, I sighed, before tucking my hand under his shoulder, hoisting him up. Y/n's hood fell back, revealing his face, eyes sharp, and calculating.
(I feel like that sentence doesn't make sense...)
I dropped him on the front steps of my apartment, before searching through my pockets to find a pair of keys.
Opening the door, Y/n stumbled in, kicking his shoes off, and making his way to the kitchen.
"Med kit." He demand, hand outstretched. I handed it to him. He pulled his hoodie off, exposing a tank top over his thin frame. I looked away trying to be respectful. "It's fine. I'm a dude anyways. Who cares." I raised an eyebrow, but watched as he began to clean the wound, using gauze and rubbing alcohol to clean the gash. After rapping a healthy amount of bandages around his shoulder, he turned to me. "Can I have some water?" I nodded and opened a cabinet. I pulled out a glass and filled it with water. I pushed it to Y/n, who took it and drank it greedily. "Did you have breakfast?" I asked, glancing up at him. "...No." He said, but then his head shot up, "Don't give me anything, I'm fine!" He shouted, glaring at me. I raised my hands in surrender. "Wasn't suggesting it. Don't worry." I reassured him. He glanced at me again. "But I won't say no to free food. If you decide to offer it to me." I smiled at him. "Sure, what do you want?"
Y/n fell asleep, head on the table. I picked him up, gently placing him on the couch. I stared at the boy asleep, drooling slightly. His wounds where covered and taken care of. And he eat a great amount of ramen. His ribcage showed through the tank top, showing the twisting tattoos on his arms.
"Why are you covered in tattoos." I asked, when he woke up. "Ah." He said, apparently understanding why he was so confused. "It's my ability." Y/n said, staring up at me. "Your a sorcerer?" I questioned, looking surprised. "Fuck no." He said, wrinkling his nose in distaste . "My tattoos are my shinigami but I'm not going to Jujutsu High." Y/n whispered, eyes hooded, staring right into mine. "Shikigami?" I asked, placing my cheek on my hand, leaning down, looking bored. "Yes. Now, can I use your shower? I haven't had a shower in a long time." I nodded, as he got up.
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