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Kamui x Reader: The Yato Moon

It had been only three weeks since (F/N) joined the Harusame's Seventh Division, and she was already at the end of her rope.

In reality, a job like this hadn't been her ideal in the first place, but she hadn't had a lot of choices. Born as a half-yato on Earth, her parents had both passed away several years earlier, leaving her to fend for herself. With jobs for amanto already a rarity on her home planet, and facing discrimination on both sides due to her yato and human blood, she'd been forced to hide her human heritage, and seek the only job open to a yato like her.

A mercenary.

It had taken a lot of searching, and hard work, but after some time, she managed to find a place among the members of the Seventh Division. It was hardly easy, and some of her coworkers were...questionable, but she kept reminding herself that it wasn't the worst job in the world, and reminding herself, and reminding herself, and reminding herself...

Yeah, things weren't going great.

At the end of another long day of work, (F/N) flopped face-down on her bed. The whole day had been a stressful mess, from going on a life-threatening mission, to almost dying during training, and then spending the evening getting picked on for being too weak and too cowardly. Vice-Captain Abuto had stopped things before they got too serious, but still...

Thus far, Abuto had been the only friend (F/N) had been able to make at her new place of work. A few other members weren't too bad, some basically ignored her, and then there was the Captain.

Captain Kamui was by far the most unnerving thing in her life at the moment. It wasn't like he was a bad person—at least, she didn't think so. He didn't pick on her, or go out of his way to make her life hell, but there was something about him...something about his cheerful smile, and childish cruelty that sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn't read him, and that's what she hated more than anything else.

(F/N) heaved a sigh, and rolled over to stare at the dark ceiling. Despite the exhaustion seeping into her bones, her eyelids were light as a feather, and the last traces of adrenaline were still pounding through her veins. This, she thought begrudgingly, was another part of her troubles in the Seventh Division.

She couldn't sleep.

This probably frustrated her more than anything else. If she was weak, she could grow stronger. If people bullied her, she could earn their respect, but when her own body refused to cooperate, and wouldn't let her retreat into her only escape...that was the worst thing possible.

Gritting her teeth, she threw off the blankets. This wasn't the first time this had happened. She could never sleep in stressful situations, and there was always one thing that helped.

Going on a walk.

She stripped off her pajamas, and threw on her uniform. Then, wincing at the ache in her muscles, stalked off into the hall.

The Seventh Division ship was large—much larger than she'd expected—but for the past two weeks, she'd been reluctant to use the endless halls for a nightly walk. After all, she was an outsider there—the less attention she drew to herself, the better. But she couldn't hide forever, and besides, how many people were going to be walking around the halls at one in the morning?

She nodded to herself, then rounded the corner, and came face-to-face with Captain Kamui.

The minute she caught sight of his bright orange hair, her blood froze. What was he doing up? And why did he have to be standing in the very hall she was walking through? But she had no time to question those things. She just stood there, paralyzed, waiting for him to turn towards her, and greet her with that adorable, creepy smile.