Runaway (KNY x BNHA x Reader Crossover) ONGOING

4. servant of evil

Chapters 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 were originally slapped into two chapters. I had to split them up into four because of how long they got. Thank you all for reading, I really hope you enjoy this book so far. It's literally the only thing keeping me going. I have to figure out college applications since I'm a senior next school year. I pray for lots of scholarships as I plan to get a P.H.D. to be a professor. Hopefully I don't change my career path, that would be a pain (and waste of money)...
-also this chapter's beginning has 'drama/chorus' kid energy because I am both that lmaooo

'The evil it spread like a fever ahead
It was night when you died, my firefly
What could I have said to raise you from the dead?
Oh could I be the sky on the Fourth of July?'
-Fourth of July, Sufjan Stevens

Rain splattered against the roof of the estate, its 'pitter patter' like music to the ears. (Y/n) sat on the engawa overlooking the back yard, head pressed against the wooden beam to her right. Trees gently swayed in the wet winds. The rain went 'pitter patter' still.

The shoji doors slid open and footsteps nearly invisible to (Y/n)'s ears lightly tapped against the floorboards.

"You've been sitting out here for over an hour." Akaza took a seat beside (Y/n) and crossed his legs, leaning a cheek into his palm as he always did. "What are you drawing?"

(Y/n) turned her sketchbook around to display the varying faces and nature peppered across the paper. "It's the willow tree over there and the flowers. They're beginning to bloom, so I wanted to see if I could draw them." She smiled bashfully. "It's not that well done."

A scoff escaped Akaza's lips and he smiled devilishly with a snort. "I can't draw, and I'm centuries old. What makes you think doing that isn't such a feat? It's art, and I think it looks beautiful. See," --he pointed to the petals on a flower-- "you captured the way the rain fell upon it. And then here..."

Akaza, ever the observant boy, pointed out the details he thought were 'beautiful'. His eyes glowed with joy and sparked with a compassionate adoration. In his eyes, anything (Y/n) drew could have been worth the very stars. "You're a great artist." he said, giving her shoulder a little punch. "Stop talking down on yourself, Wonder Girl. I wouldn't call you that if I didn't believe you deserved the name."

Heat rose up to (Y/n)'s cheeks. She smiled softly, twirling the pencil between her fingers. What nerve Akaza had to make her a flustered mess. "Gods, why do you say nice things about me? I don't deserve that praise."

"It's true, though." Akaza said, grinning. "And it also makes you turn red. It's funny how such a fickle being such as yourself can get flustered so easily." (Y/n) lightly punched him back, rolling her eyes. "What, like you don't make the stupidest faces ever? You're always so smug, smirking like you're some bad-boy. You're just a softie though, Bakaza."

"Bakaza?" he echoed. "That's new."

"Bwell, get used to it. It's your nickname because you're stupid." The childish quip made a grin rise to Akaza's lips. This side of (Y/n), so dorky and cute was a breath of fresh air. After her long bouts of depressive quietness (a disturbingly mature quiet for her age that bothered Akaza more than he'd like to admit), his heart began to ease.

When was the last time he had simply been able to be? Exist?

The rain fell, a simple 'pitter patter' against the rooftops. A shared chuckle filled the damp, humid air with the joys of laughter like a warm summer's day. (Y/n) set down her sketchbook and closed it. She pulled on a pair of geta, stepped out into the rain. The droplets soaked into her dark hair and waterfalls fell over her eyes, down her chin. She threw out her arms in a spin, laughing.