𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 || BNHA x KNY!Reader

panic

A demon is standing in front of Y/n. It's been using shadows the entire time to get around, and, frankly, it's seriously pissing off the Kinoe ranked slayer: Y/n L/n.

She wears a white haori and focuses on her one, extravagant move out of three. Similar to a yellow-themed slayer she once worked with, Y/n's body is unable to hone two other skills in her ancient breathing. In fact, so ancient, only few are able to wield one in itself.

The Breath of the Guardian is not an easy breath to master. Her haori is decorated with two wing patterns on the back. She has two angel-like wings hairclips resting behind her ears to keep her hair out of her face.

Y/n shuts her eyes, focusing all her strength into her legs.

Focus.

Breathe.

Channel your rage...

Breath of the Guardian, 1st Form. Goodbye Letter.

She recites, raising her gorgeously colored, white katana now stained crimson with the demon's and her own blood. Just as she tenses her legs, the ground dissapeares as she pushes off. Y/n loses her footing, finding herself falling into more chaos.

Y/n's sense of smell and sight were never the best. But her hearing and touch on the other hand were out of this world. Sometimes, when she was younger, her family would compare her to a bat. Even Zenitsu cried for her as a sister figure when she worked with the Kamado siblings, Inosuke, and the whiny blonde.

She gasps as high ringing fills her ears. She cries out, eyes wide as she's overwhelmed by all-new sound. Y/n slams into the ground hard enough to send an adult man to the hospital, but she stands anyways, being faced with a man that has a hand over his face.

A demon!? Thinks the young woman, No- a man! Wait-- Something is... behind me-!! She realizes too late as some impact on her back sends her flying towards a group of teenagers her age in strange clothing. She stands in uniform, bruises and cuts seeping into her white haori and dark uniform. "What are you all doing here?!" She shouts in concern, facing the thing that punched her. A demon? It's a man with muscles and a horrid slouch with dark-- almost pitch black skin-- with white spots.

Not just him, but tens- maybe even hundreds more come out from behind the one with the hand. She's unable to shout before the older man at the top of the stairs she'd landed on had taken responsibility to fight them off. "W-Wait! Sensei, your fighting style isn't made for this! You're normally trained for fighting stealthily and--" A green-haired boy shouts.

Y/n stands again as the teacher replies to who she assumes is his student. Are these slayers in training? No, they're too big a group, I need to help the main slayer! She thinks quickly.

"Didn't our Intel say it was only gonna be Thirteen and All Might out here? Who's this guy?" Asks a woman. Y/n narrows her eyes, spreading her stance.

"And who's the kid with the curvy sword, huh?" Asks another demon.

Wait, these aren't demons... they're not-- They're people! Their auras are... completely mortal! Y/n thinks with wide e/c eyes. She dashes forward, raising her katana. "Where'd she--" Begins the woman the spoke, only to let out a choked sound and fall to the ground. Y/n stands behind her, the butt of her katana positioned to where it was evident that she was the culprit of the knockout.

"What the hell are you doing!? Get out of here!" Demands the goggle-eyed man. "What are you talking about, sir!? Where is your uniform!?" Y/n replies, quickly dodging a mess of needles shot from a man's hand. Soon, she's faced with the starry-skinned man from earlier. She slams the butt of her katana into his pressure point as well with shocking accuracy.