chained : yan ! bnha + kny x kny ! reader

twenty-three , inturder

As Y/n stared passively at the three bickering friends. They didn't want to chime in, happy to watch their interactions. A small smile crept onto their normally blank or teasing face. It was soft, and warm as their eyes drifted around the cafeteria.

For a moment, all was still. Monoma, Kendo, and Tetsutestu were smiling. Iida, Izu, and Uraraka were talking. Bakugo, Kaminari, Kirishima, and others were yelling. Everything was perfect. Everything was still. Everything was happy.

Then, they felt it.

An ice cold presence, it sent shivers down their spine. Flowers bloomed in their stomach, weighing it down. They didn't know if they wanted to cry, because their tear ducts were frozen over.

"Y/n..?" Itsuka reached to Y/n, but they flicked it away, "Ah-" Itsuka was cut off by sirens flaring. The ginger and her friends stood up, "Y/n! C'mon!"

Y/n stood up as well, but instead of running to the door, they ran elsewhere. Away from the crowds, and to him. To the thing they despised most- the thing they devoted their life to killing- the thing that would always drag them down with it.

"Douma!" Y/n shouted, reaching out for a strand of platinum hair. They wanted to touch him, to see if this was all some dream. They breathed out heavily when the man turned, his hair just out of reach from the half-demon's touch.

Y/n looked up at the man, a flame in their eyes that had been missing for so, so long, and a smile none of this world had ever witnessed. It was of anger, sadness, excitement, joy, anxiety, relief. It was of every emotion Y/n could muster up.

As they breathing slowed, Y/n's smile faded, "Is that- Is it really you, Douma?" They asked, the poison on their tongue mixing with the medicine of their breath.

The man's smile widened, Y/n had no time to examine it, "Lotus... My white lotus, it's you," He exclaimed in glee and another emotion, one foreign to Y/n, "I've wanted you so much, my lo...tus," As he spoke, his voice hiked up, edging on a moan.

Y/n disregarded it, "Why the hell are you- where- How? How are you here?" Y/n asked, straightening their posture into a fighting stance.

Douma's breath hitched, his blood rushing to his face, "My lotus... it was you," He moaned out in ecstasy. Y/n didn't realize what that meant, "I've missed you, lotus, I've missed you so, so much," He said lowly. The demon's hands reached for Y/n's face, only to be slapped away.

"Shut up," Y/n backed away, a dangerous edge to their normally dull voice, "Shut the hell up," They raised a shaky hand, pointing at the man, "Stop lying to me. You don't feel, you can't."

Douma only stepped closer, "And why not, white lotus?" He asked, pinning Y/n to a wall. The synthesised demon could feel the upper moon's icy breath creep onto their neck, "I wouldn't lie to you. I love you, I love you, Y/n. I love you, and I've missed you. When I heard you disappeared, I felt my chest split open. I wanted whoever touched you to feel the same misery I felt. I felt, Y/n. I felt, and it was terrible. I felt, and I wished I never did, but... When I feel with you, I love it. I love you," He smiled... right?

It was so dark in that hallway Y/n couldn't quite make out his expression.

Douma looked at Y/n, "My white lotus... I love you," He repeated, ignoring Y/n's question, "I love you. I love you, my white lotus... I love you to the point my chest splits open, I love you."

Before Y/n could say anything else, the demon disappeared into the shadows. He was gone. Y/n collapsed onto the floor, body shaking. Why was he here? How did he get there? What was going to happen? Why did he say such things to Y/n?

Why them?

As tears welled in their eyes, they could hear steps rushing towards them. They couldn't stop shaking, or weeping. They heard their classmates talking around them.

"Isn't that L/n?" One unsteady voice asked.

Another hummed sharply, "Indeed, Y/n! Are you alright?"

As the voices flooded into their ears, they felt something rise within them. As tears fell from their eyes, they shot up. Veins popped out from their forehead, and a red flame engulfed them. The three around Y/n backed up, scared.

Then, it all went black.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE
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This is just a fun fact about Douma's nickname for Y/n! While in Buddhism and many other cultures, white lotus means purity, it can also mean someone who is kind on the outside, but rotten on the inside. When Douma calls Y/n that, he is saying that while Y/n appears human, they will always be a demon on the inside!