Two times Naito hated her, one time were he just couldn't get enough of her, even when they were destined to fight each other.
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Mudano Naito x Fem!Reader
Short Story (it's gonna be around three chapters, me thinks)
Enemies...
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TW: Brief mentions of blood and death, but nothing too detailed.
Word Count: 2.5K
A little bit of everything, so enjoy the ride :)
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The development of one's life was fascinating. How someone could be affected by one's environment so greatly, even if certain genetics had been inherited by the parents; how circumstances seem to affect a person more deeply than they might let on; how a child's mental process changed with the flow of time, maturing alongside the physical vessel...such elements had a great influence on one's being, or so Naito had learned.
Circumstances, whether those be good or bad, made him grow up faster: countless battles gave him scars that he wore as accessories, though that experience also made him wiser, which was useful as a teacher. Whether he had won or lost, Naito made it his mission to learn something out of the (mis-)fortune.
He had matured. He grew up both mentally and physically, expanding his knowledge and craving his own path. Whether that path was the right or the wrong one that couldn't be known, but Naito knew was that it was the path that he chose to follow.
His principles, his choices, his actions. After so much time wasted, he understood what it was to stand for what represents his choices as correctly as possible.
With this realization came the flow of question that had no clear answer, other than his own opinion on the matter:
Could a momotarou and an oni ever love each other in earnest, as it was between lovers? Would it be possible for them to overcome the rotten history that stemmed in between them, for them to see the person who they are for, to cherish each other's presence and find home within the other's arms?
Was there potential for growth, for change?
So many questions and no clear answer.
Naivety was not a trace Naito possessed, for every trace of that had left him with his growth, but it wasn't naivety that made Naito answer with a 'yes'. Hope bloomed within his heart for the next generation: with every year that passed, with each school year he taught in the academy, he could only wish that the youth had a chance to spur this change.
Was it so wrong of him to want change? He liked the thought of not discriminating someone because of some physical (or psychical) attribution his partner might possess. The thought of not discriminating someone because of some physical (or psychical) attribution his partner might possess sounded rational, right to him. Why would he, or other people, care about such trivial things in the first place, when all that should matter in between lovers was the feeling they awoke within each other?
To love a person was to love them along their flaws they might possess, to gently right their wrongs, to tenderly take their hands into their own and walk the chosen path they craved for themselves. To be with a person requires effort, effort Naito was willing to give, instead of ignoring the butterflies that had been churning inside his stomach for ages whenever he thought of her.
