𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭✶ (DISCONTINUED)

5'-

(A/n; this chapter kind of contains manga spoiler.)

"I already got three silver coins," Y/n hums, looking at his silver coins. But then, he stopped walking after hearing a familiar laugh from a distance, "Silva?" He muttered to himself. "...He's up to something. I can feel it." He furrowed his brows and sped walked to the source of the noise.

"God, he's probably terrorising other first years." Y/n scoffed.

Slowly, the noise became clearer and closer. Y/n looked around until he saw them from behind a tree. And he's right, Silva is terrorising other students. It was Mash and the redhead. And also a familiar-looking girl, who was on Silva's side.

Y/n tensed up, and his mood changed. He was pissed.

"I earned two gold coins during my first year! Among the top-rank second-years! There's a world of difference between us!"

At the speed of light, Y/n appeared behind Silva, his hand aching, ready to slap the sadist's head from the back, "wow, aren't you so cool?" Y/n said sarcastically before boldly smacking Silva's head from the back, which made Silva hold his head in pain. He hadn't felt this in a long time, especially from Y/n.

The other three students watch in surprise, Y/n crouches down and grabs a hold of Silva's face with his hand, squeezing his cheeks together, "Didn't I tell you not to do something stupid like this?" Y/n glares at him.
Despite being scolded, Silva leans into the touch.

"Do you want me to punch you, huh? God, you're so reckless." Y/n sighed.

"Wait," Y/n paused, looking at Mash. "I'll give Mash the honour."

"What-"

Y/n winked at Mash, gesturing to him that he should punch Silva instead. Since Y/n felt like it was a little too rude for him to do it. Plus, he's only doing this because it's fair. Fair and square for both of 'em.

And oh, Mash didn't hesitate. Immediately, before Silva could react, Mash already sent a fist at his face. Y/n watches as Silva begins to throw up blood and starts bleeding from his nose.
"It's fair." He snickered before dragging Silva from the back of his robe collar.

'Scary.' Mash thought.

Y/n brought Silva somewhere where they could talk privately.
"You're so stupid, sometimes," Y/n mumbled, his tone softer. He let Silva rest against a tree trunk, "Do I have to always watch you?" He places a hand on Silva's shoulder before healing him. Silva stays quiet, embarrassed.

"I still wonder how you act kind to me, and yet you change when I'm not with you..." Y/n drew out a tissue and brought it to Silva's bleeding nose, "hold it." Silva did as told.

"We'll go back until you're fully healed." Y/n was calm, whilst he was being gentle he was still putting Silva in his place.

"You always know how to treat other people," Silva muttered.
"And you always know how to terrorise them," Y/n joked.

"It's a part of my personality...I guess. I mean, I don't even know why." Y/n paused, "It's not your concern, however."

"Forget that, let's get going. Class is about to end.

"My nose is still bleeding-"

"We'll get you ice from the infirmary." Y/n outstretched his hand for Silva to grab it. Silva seemed to hesitate, as if afraid of showing his vulnerability. But he huffed and took the hand anyway.

"You're so scary sometimes." He grumbled, "Thanks." Y/n respond.

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Y/n walked back and saw the first-years talking to one another, "Silva if you don't mind..." Y/n turns to look at Silva. To see he was gone.

"Huh."
'Did he...Ran away?!' Y/n groan, "I wanted him to apologize." He whispered to himself, then walked towards the group.

A few of them were asking Mash if he was okay. Mash saw Y/n and pointed at him, "Y/n help me out." He said monotonously. Y/n waved his hand at him, "It's nothing."

"Thank you." Mash bowed, "Y-you're doing too much!" Y/n chuckle. 'He's such a great kid.'

'No wonder Y/n is friends with everyone...He does help anyone in need.' Finn thought to himself, smiling slightly.

Suddenly, a butterfly passed by them. Y/n eyes sparkled, "Hey! That's the butterfly I chased earlier!" ...Then he runs to catch the said butterfly.

'Maybe he can be weird...Sometimes.' Finn sweats.

...

Somewhere in Walkis Magic Academy, a third year was sitting at the edge of his bed, staring at a family picture of his...
Although, it was only him and his parents. There was a person's face he had burned a hole into in the photo...
Y/n.

Y/n L/n.

The window to his dorm was open, and there entered a butterfly, flying its way onto Azazel's finger.

"Speak, of what you saw." He spoke to the insect.

"Your little brother is one childish boy, master. He couldn't stop chasing me."

"...Is that all?"

"He helped someone. He's a very forgiving person-"

"Are you praising him?"

"No. I spoke of what I saw."

Azazel closes his eyes, and the butterfly that landed on him slowly dies, a dark spirit comes out from the insect and enters Azazel.

"Just a few months..."
Azazel laughs to himself. "I'll crush his head."

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Y/n sneezed, "Huh..." He continued to look at the new recipe that his mom sent him.

(A/n; My birthday is close y'all, on 2/23!!!)