Runaway (KNY x BNHA x Reader Crossover) ONGOING

3. libesleid

How are you guys doing after seeing the Entertainment District Arc? I haven't caught up yet since I'm a manga reader, haha. BTW AKAZA LOOKS SO FINE IN THE NEW SEASON OMGGGGG
-Rest in peace Technoblade. I didn't want him too often, but I know by the expressions of those who did that he was well-loved and respected. My brother cried yesterday when he heard the news.
-btw these are all old notes from when s2 just came out LMAO. This story has been in my drafts since last year

Liebesleid: 'Love's sorrow'

'...I held on as tightly as you held onto me
And, I built a home
For you
For me
Until it disappeared
From me
From you...'
-To Build A Home, The Cinematic Orchestra

(Y/n), in all her years of living, would have never expected to become best friends with a man-eating demon. Perhaps that was a discreditably dumb statement since she was only ten. But still. (Y/n) knew how the stories went, how the legend said this and that about demons and Kibutsuji Muzan...

Man-eating monsters. Things that would rip people limb from limb. Terrifying creatures of the Underworld.

Then there was Akaza, the precedent. He ate people, he fought Demon Slayers, and he worked for the progenitor of demons who could easily peer into his memories and find out that he kept a human child under his care. Yet somehow, he could not find it within his heart to boot her to the curb. It was a dangerous game, a dangerous dance amongst death and the dead.

Today was no different. After long winter months spent in a comfortable solitude, Muzan-sama had finally called upon Akaza. He was a chatty demon, someone who didn't really know when to shut up, so for intel, it was perfect.

"I have to leave for an assignment."

(Y/n) stood straighter, broom threatening to fall from her hands. This shouldn't have been a surprise. It shouldn't have made her heart drop to her stomach like a boulder. "How long?" It was hard to hide the tension rising in her throat under Akaza's observant gaze. He lived with her every single day, of course he could tell how terribly she wanted him to stay.

"I'm not sure," Akaza said, pursing his lips, "maybe a week or two. I'll try to finish my duties quickly."

And the frowns refused to stop there. (Y/n) bit her bottom lip, cheeks puffing out in thought. It was natural Akaza had duties. He was an Upper Moon, and if he didn't produce results for the wants of his master, he would pay dearly. (Y/n) knew that strategy well. She knew the types of things people like that did to those they stood upon.

A woman with white hair, crimson eyes, and a too-happy smile reeled into her mind like a movie. She carried a baby in her arms--Eri-chan. "You aren't even related to my father," Auntie would say. "Why are you even here living off his money? You're expensive to keep around. At least your brother is the next heir, but you? You're nothing. Stay away from my daughter, you filthy street rat!"

And then Auntie would smile soon after, joke about how she didn't really mean that (even though she did). Oyaji never knew about any of that. When it happened, he was never around and it was hard to believe he would understand when Auntie was his real daughter. So (Y/n) never said anything. So (Y/n) stood quiet, played dead. She wondered if Akaza did the same.

It was all for the sake of survival, all to see another day, all to make sure he wasn't tossed aside and killed--like how she was by that woman.

Akaza's hand found (Y/n)'s, intertwining their fingers. The atmosphere weighed heavy upon her shoulders and made her heart throb in worry. She stared hard at the wall, golden eyes like the sunset dull and distant. There were plenty of possibilities that Akaza would never come back, plenty of reasons for Muzan to dispose of him. What if that actually happened? What if she was left alone in this big, wide world?