when y/n was young, she had been born into a family of renowned devil hunters. unlike most, she lived in a tribe, not a city. she didn't go to school, but instead studied under the tribes monks. from the moment she could walk she was conditioned to...
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❞⁀➷♡'ˎ˗ "what about.. kuma!"
you sighed as you kicked your feet up onto your desk after closing your computer. it was the fifth day you'd be staying in shota aizawas house, and you were growing admittedly stir crazy. the only thing keeping you sane were the backlog of video games that had been released in this era. and even now you were starting to get a bit irritated. dark souls is only fun for so long, and you had already grinded through the first two games in the span of a single night. just as you sighed in defeat, booting up sekiro for the 4th time today, a knock sounded at your door. you stood up, opening the door cautiously and relaxing when it was just shota. you opened it fully.
"hey, what's good?" he shook his head. "you still sound old, kids your age would ask 'whats up'." you nodded gratefully, still urging him to continue. "now that you have your provisional license, nezu has suggested i take you out on patrol with me so i can get a decent gauge of your skill level. you'll be in my class when the semester ends, so i need to know where you stand even if ingenium claims you don't have much to learn." you nodded in understanding and turned around, slowly shutting the door. "alright, let me change. i'll be quick!"
you threw on your suit as you pondered the name. ingenium. that was the suited hero who got a car thrown at him that almost hit you. you smiled. so far, most of the people here you've met have been quite decent. unlike your world, filled with people like your father and cultish clan. not even just them either, the mean old ladies from the devil attack recreational home.
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you were cold, watching the clock tick by on the wall as you waited for anything interesting to happen. it was recess for the little kids and you were of course expected to play, but how are you supposed to play with any of them? you're different. and kids don't like different. they don't like the way you speak, or the way you dress. and they don't like your pet devil either, that the teachers have yet to hear about.
you heard a yelp come from beside you. you looked to your right but yumi hadn't budged, it couldn't be anything dangerous. when you finally looked to your left, it was a dog. he limped over, his paw seemed hurt but there was nothing you could do about it. instead you beckoned him closer and took your unfinished riceball out of your pocket. biting the rice off the top, you offered him your open palm after picking out the meat filling of the rice ball. he ate it hastily, nuzzling into your hand as you reached out to pet him. cracking a small smile as you did. "hehe.." you could only understand animals, for they were nothing but kind. for some reason, they just made sense to you.
"aww, did you make a friend, yurēi?" the teacher called, squatting beside you when she got close. "yeah.. can you uh, help me name him?" she smiled kindly at you. "of course, as long as you know it can't stay in the building." you nodded in understanding. "it's okay, i fed him so i know he'll come back!" she smiled at your enthusiasm, but it reached her ears so quickly you felt queasy looking at her. so you didn't. you faced your new friend who licked your hand and face as you snickered and pushed him away.
