It's a kind of magic. (Loona x Male Reader)

Battle-Hardened.

Two weeks later...

Y/N, or what remained of his identity, was last seen beating down yet another street gang who was harrassing a kid.

Y/N's body was full of cuts and bruises, not giving his body enough time to heal. Instead, spending that time beating up goons and saving lives, helping him afford a cheap place to live for a few months.

The neighborhood was in what was known as one of the worst part of the city, ironically helping him save more lives.

However, since he started to live alone, more and more nightmares appeared in his dreams. Ranging from his mother and father getting shot by him to her sister getting killed by someone unknown to him, seeing her little hand hold Y/N's hand teared him up, only for him to jolt up from his bed and grab his head in pain.

He was able to escape Stolas and Octavia as well as the Ars Goetia's guards keen eye by hiding in the shadows and changing his clothes. (Finally, I'd say, they were starting to smell.)

After her fight with the hellhound, he was even less interested in keeping a relationship alive, often ignoring the coos of the hookers and escorts outside on the sidewalk certain nights, not that they could have been of much help creating one nontheless.

Y/N was a mess, both mentally, his mind ridden with nightmares, his recruiting at a young age in the PMC and his fight with Loona took his sanity down to his knees, often having to meditate for hours before being able to catch some sleep, and physically, as he couldn't stop getting stabbed and punched almost every day, his skin looking more like a painting of pain and grief instead of looking human.

His hands were starting to collapse, his knuckles were more times than not opened with blood flowing from his wounds.

His coughs becoming more and more frequent as his stabs were often close to his lungs, only being able to survive because of adrenaline and the symbol.

His whole life was slipping from his hands, becoming a broken, hollow vessel made from cracked clay, unable to be repaired.

Riiiiiing!

Y/N: "What...?"

Riii- Riii- Riiing!

Y/N answered the interphone, trying to hear what the other party had to say.

Loona: "Hey, dumbass! Are you gonna let me get drenched in the rain or are you going to open the damn door?!"

Y/N acknowledged it was Loona who was speaking, as there was no single demon who was such a pain in the ass.

Loona's footsteps could be heard in the spiral staircase, knocking on the door, Y/N opened, Loona kicking the door open.

Loona grabbed a dufflebag that was behind the door and walked towards you.

Loona: "Hey."

Y/N: "You've finally found me, heh..."

Loona: "Get up, asshole, you owe me an apology."

Y/N: "Fuck your apology, leave me alone."

Loona: "Nu-huh, people have been requesting your ass for hits since your lil' show went live, you either come with me or I drag your ass all the way to the office."

Y/N: "You came all the way down here just to tell me this?"

Loona: "Yes. I did."

Y/N: "And?"

Loona sighed, dropping the duffle bag she was holding on the ground.

Loona: "Blitz said I also owe you an apology... somewhat. So I'm sorry if I treated you harshly. I promise I'll go down even harder next time."