Our Time - Ryomen Sukuna x Reader

2016 pt. 2

You put a little note on the table and left BonBon's house before sunrise, you had to make decisions quickly in the next two days of where you wanted to move in next.

After you went home for a while to take a shower due to soggy sweat, you get out again to search for pamflet if there is a notice of a discount trip to any city in Japan.

Osaka, Nagoya, Kasugai, Yokohama, Otsu, Kiriyama, Takayama, Okinawa.

Those are the cities that you've been staying at for the past twenty years with different occupations or status that you decided to live in, most of the time you used fake names to hide your identity.

Until this year you decided to be brave enough to use your original name and go back to Tokyo, your real hometown. At first it was a risk whether that no one would not recognize your true being or like BonBon and Sato who managed to notice your existence that is unfazed yet full of mystery.

After you went to several places for you to move in, you got no luck because the costs were three times more expensive than the previous year, moreover its December for holidays so people would go back or go on a trip.

You sigh as you stopped in the middle of Shibuya street, thousands people went past by towards their own destination while you froze there because you had no clue to go where.

Should I stay in Tokyo for the next few years? But it'll be dangerous if BonBon or Sato reported me in, or move to another apartment but where?

Your mind was all full with the stressed, "This sucks, I look around again tomo—"

You stopped your own words when there was a sudden figure lying down on the street, you don't know since when a person laid there but due to the hard snow tha was covering its feature, you could only see a hint of its head.

You were wondering how the hell the people who passed by didn't notice its presence, and as if it was like leaving you alone to be able to see the unknown person.

Both of your feet turn around, trying to ignore whoever it is, what if it was a bad guy or something and it was left to die just like that so the police could handle it.

But even so, whoever it was, they are not just going to leave it there in the snow.

"It's none of your business Y/n, just leave, do whatever you can to survive, alone." You tell yourself every time you don't want to intervene with someone.

Those words always work every moment you try to avoid them but this time, you don't understand why you are betraying yourself.

Because next, your two feet move around where the person is who is still laid down there as you run, when you manage to get closer, you get down on your knees and check on the person.

You gasp, it's a child.

You quickly took its shoulder for the head to rest on your lap, you were all confused that the child was a boy with pink hair, he had a tattoo line pattern you never see on his face, long eyelashes, and he was butt naked.

"Who would dare to do such a cruelty to leave a child here... Where are his parents?"

"Miss, are you alright?" ask a woman around your age along with some of the people who notice you were kneeling down in the middle of the street.

"This child's needs help! Can you dial 911? He's freezing cold!"

"A child?"

"I was asking about your condition Miss, are you feeling sick?"

What? Do they not see him? You thought, you were confused if this child was invisible to anybody except yourself.

"There's a child here resting on my lap, you don't see him...?"