Heart of Peace | A Kny x reader insert |

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Note: I have no idea if this will be any good. It's inspired from a friend and I's rp.

Average, that is what you would have called yourself. No more special than the next person. You were into anime and even liked to imagine yourself there. Hell, you even read fanfiction to pass your time. An okay life, no more important than anybody you passed on the streets while you walked to your university class. Eat, study, eat, study, it was your routine. Not the most exciting, but that's the life of a college student, not all that exciting. With exams coming up, things were stressful, but when were they not? It's school, one of the most stressful things in life. It's embarrassing, but the last thing you can clearly remember is running on the icy sidewalk hoping to make it to class and slipping.

You're hoping to open your eyes and find yourself in the clinic. It was a small slip and fall. What's the worst that could happen? Turns out you do have terrible luck. Currently, the clinic is not where you are. It's too quiet, and your body feels off. There's no soft plush beneath you, no smell of horrible sanitizer or that awful unique clinic scent. Upon opening your eyes, you don't recognize your surroundings, nor does your body hurt. Actually, scratch that, your body does hurt, but it feels wrong. Lighter, stronger... you don't feel like you. These surroundings feel almost artificial with how the air wafts around you. The sweet aroma of fresh morning grass passes you as the wind nips at your nose and fingers. Against the wind, the sun does little to warm your skin where the breeze catches.

I can't seem to recall how I got here, I slipped... I know that much, but this isn't home. I know the campus well, and I know there was no place like this around my classes. I rub my eyes open, no longer letting the wind bother me as I move along the grass. Dew connects with my clothes, but it's not uncomfortable. I go to move, and my own body throws me off. This movement speed and flexibility aren't mine. Look, I'm a college kid. I don't have time to constantly be working out and stretching. I find I am different... my frame is different than what I had grown used to, perhaps because when I flex there is no definition, and yet I can safely say I could hold my weight on the one arm. I begin to assess myself, the same face, perhaps a bit different... more how I dreamed I could look. My h/l h/c hair is about normal, maybe a little more tangled and dry than I recall, but the same. My e/c eyes haven't changed, except for the minor details, like my pupils seemingly blending into the iris. My clothes were also not mine. They were also not modern. I know modern clothes, and this Kimono was not, it's authentic, genuine. The feeling of it, the weight and texture, it felt real.

I tried to stand a few times, but there was a pain in my right shoulder and my ribs, as well as my abdomen. I glanced beside me, and maybe six or seven paces was a sword, broken but a sword nonetheless. Why would I have that, but a better question is where am I... what happened to me... and why is everything weird? I ran my hands over my body and found nothing. I should have a phone on me, but then again, this isn't my body, or is it? Could I be dreaming? No, the pain laced around my body is too real for me to be dreaming. Hallucinating? No, my surroundings are too clear and I don't feel drowsy. I pull my hand away from its search along a body that feels unfamiliar, and it comes away dipped in crimson.

Ah, so this body is bleeding from where though? I touched the pain points and found the injury, my side somehow was bleeding. As I tried to force myself further upright in order for me to turn, I spotted several spots of blood sticking to the dew-coated grass. I don't exactly like blood, though who does, especially when it's your own? I try to stand, but grunt, falling back and hissing in pain. I am stranded in a foreign place and injured to make it worse. How fun. Was I going to die before figuring out what is going on?

I'm not sure how long I remained laying on my back before the sound of voices in the distance gave me hope. I was beginning to feel fatigued, dizzy even, but the voices soothed me. I wanted to call, but the most that left my lips was a hiss of pain. "Omg, it's a dead person!" That... voice was oddly recognizable, but also at the same time it wasn't. I raised my arm, which got a large shriek from the male. Wow, pussy much? Ah, maybe I shouldn't think such vile things to these people who may be able to save me.