Highloween 🎃⚔️ High & Low Halloween

Shibaman (Witch Hunter)

Genre: Magic, fluff, angst, drama, romance, halloween

Word Count: 4,687

Pairing: Reader x Shibaman

Group: Oya Koukou

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Being a witch is not a choice. You can't just decide to one day practice magic, spend 7 years training, and then you're a witch. They can't be made, they can only be born and the chance of a witch being born is 1 in every 1 million. Some parents feel disappointed when their child comes out normal, and there are even those who are so desperate for a witch that they perform insane rituals to try and influence the universe. This never works, of course, but people continue to believe. Due to the low populace of witches, most human beings go about their life without even meeting one or even knowing that they exist at all.

Likewise, witches go out of their way to hide their existence and for good reason. History has shown time and time again that humanity simply cannot handle their existence. Families of witches often live in fear, taking extreme measures to ensure the safety of their family's secret. But again, most humans don't even know they exist, so they're not looking for them. Most humans.

There are those, however, that have been hunting witches for generations. To them, witches are servants of Lucifer and must be struck down before they can bring about the end of humanity aka the apocalypse. This is completely false, but try telling them that. These humans may not have magical abilities, but they are still dangerous, highly trained and willing to kill. Most witch hunters know more about witches than actual witches do, which makes for a recipe of disaster. Many witches have been trained to spot them and avoid them, but many fall prey to them out of sheer ignorance.

And now... they're coming for you.

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You stretched your arms above your head, your legs resting across the lap of your boyfriend, Shibaman. He was sitting on the other end, holding a pair of headphones to his ear as he listened to the new album he had just gotten. His best friend, Tsuji, was sitting on a wooden chair by the door, flipping through a magazine and Todoroki was in the next room, furiously attacking a punching bag. It was a quiet, lazy day for the group but you weren't complaining. These were your favorite kind of days, just relaxing with your boyfriend and friends. No fighting, no trouble, no risk of accidentally using magic.

You had trained hard over the years to gain better control of your abilities, but you didn't exactly have an actual witch to go to for advice. The best you had was your father who had done extensive research into witches to try and help you. Most of it was mere fiction, but he did his best and you appreciated him greatly for it. You rarely slip up on normal days, but normal days were rare in Sword. Maybe you shouldn't get involved in fights, but you can't stand being on the sidelines while your boyfriend fought hard. Being in such an adrenaline filled situation was dangerous for you and your body often acts on instinct, imploring magic to protect you.

It's a wonder you haven't been caught yet, but most of Sword is dumb and too focused on exchanging blows to notice anything.

Your eyes slowly slid open and you stared up at the ceiling, a frown on your lips. Why did you have to be born a witch? It just wasn't fair. This power wasn't a blessing like your father tried to convince you of, it was a goddamn curse. A curse you would do anything to be rid of. It felt as if you were constantly looking over your shoulder, suspecting anyone and everyone of being a witch hunter. Your guard was always up and you were always hyper aware of your surroundings which became exhausting fairly quickly.