𝘽𝙉𝙃𝘼 𝙓 𝘽𝙎𝘿 -----------------------------------------------------
➸𝙄𝙣 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨, 𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪
➸A REALITY IN WHICH
a suicidal girl strives to become hero
right after she associated with the villains.
How ironic.
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"Don't try to make me grow up before my time." ———————————————————————
Gravel dug into Akutagawa's exposed knees and palms.
He was left alone today, Gin had went into town and insisted she needed supplies, but Akutagawa knew it was because she was worried. His lungs ached that day, each breath was more constricting than the last. Violent coughs rattled his frail frame.
It took a lot of work for him to maintain his upper body off of the ground, and it showed in his shaking arms. It was filthy, covered in soil, littered with sharp gravel brought in by their ratty shoes, and smelled, too. Who knew how many diseases were attached to the retched thing. It was bad enough they had to sleep on blankets and cushions directly on the ground, he was not about to get face to face with it. As his coughing and wheezing got worse, he unconsciously activated Rashomon, which resulted in the rigid fabric wrapping around his middle in an involuntarily stifling hug.
His eyes started to flood up with tears as he strained to draw in another breath, and dread and panic caused his throat to close up. His bony finger dug into the uneven ground, dirt getting stuck under his nails when he brought a hand up to rest around his neck. He clawed at the flesh as if it would help what was happening inside. He bit down on his tongue hard when a sharp pain erupted from his chest, he could feel his ribs closing in, his lungs giving out.
His jaw hung limply open as wide as it could, and he made a vain effort to take a breath through the space that it created. Rashomon shot out all around him, shattering fractured windows in an instant, shredding blankets, and shaking the walls. He gave a series of coughs, which resulted in both phlegm and blood falling to the ground when he made a forward lunge. He took a deep breath in, but he could feel the air getting stuck halfway down. His weak lungs just wouldn't expand enough to take in the amount of oxygen that they needed. His heart rate quickened when he noticed black spots appearing at the periphery of his eyesight.
The surrounding commotion gradually disappeared into the background, and all of a sudden, he had trouble concentrating on the terrain in front of him. As he choked and thrashed about, he had a fleeting awareness of a pair of worn black boots pausing in the entranceway and rushing toward him before his vision went entirely dark and he entered a state of blissful slumber.
. . . .
"You're weak. I'm teaching you how to not be weak." (Y/N) tells him. The executive is leaning against an old crate with Akutagawa kneeling in front of her, rubbing a hand against his sore jaw.
"I know."
"If that's the case, then you won't be whining or crying about it, will you? You're going to get hit, and you have to take it. Then, on my command, you can try to hit me back with that...party trick of yours." Her tone is condescending, mocking. Despite this, Akutagawa has no choice but to meekly nod and prepare himself for the impact.
