𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭✶ (DISCONTINUED)

8'-

Y/n found out Mash received a light punishment from the headmaster. And he heard the kid is at the owl hut...He had to clean the owl hut for a week. He was walking through the forest, deciding to help Mash out because why not?

But just as he was getting closer to the owl hut, he saw Lance.
They both stared at each other for a moment,

"What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here?"

"..."
"..."

"I'm going to help Mash."
"I'm going to help Mash."

"..."
"..."

"Why are you copying me?"
"Why are you copying me?"

"..."
"..."

"...Let's go help Mash then!"

"Ok. Yeah."

That works.

The two walk over to the front door of the owl hut, Lance pushes the door open, "We've come to help." Mash seemed confused, holding a broomstick while a bunch of owls started to pec his head.

"Lang's after coins. That makes you and Y/n a target. I plan to be here when they come."

"Oh, so that's what you're here for?" Y/n asked, mildly amused, "I'm just here to help Mash." He nervously chuckles.

"You guys care that much about me?"

"Of course!"

"Don't make me kill you."

The owls kept pecking Mash's head as if they hated him.
Y/n on the other hand, was crouching down and petting the owls, "Aw, aren't you guys a bunch of cuties?" He said in a slightly high-pitched voice.
An owl flies on top of his head and casually sits down.

"Hoo!
Hoo!
Hoo!"

"They love Y/n more than me." Mash pointed out, unamused.

"Seafield!"

The owls flew away from Mash when a circle of water surrounded him. It became a puddle of water that was deep enough for Mash to fall in.

"Shuriketh!"

Something sharp had sliced Lance's cheek without him noticing. Y/n was unharmed apparently.

"Greetings, Adlers." Y/n got up from his crouching position after the owls had flown away from him, looking over to see the intruders...The Magia Lupus sixth and seventh fangs. Anser Shinri and Olore Andrew.

"Your dorm has no one worthy of becoming a Divine Visionary. Let's battle for each other's coins..."

Olore eyed Y/n, "Well...Except for one." He whispered, which Anser only heard.

Mash...Well,
"I...Glub blub...Can't...Glub blub...Swim..." He slowly sinks into the puddle of water. Or, drowned.

Olore ended up transforming into a shark, claiming that he would accompany Mash. He dives into a puddle of water he created for himself...Leaving Anser with Lance and Y/n.

He looked at Y/n, "Lord Abel didn't want us to harm you, Y/n. Not like I want to...This fight will be quicker if you just give in your gold coins."

"Why would I do that?"

"..." Anser paused,
"You're stubborn."

Lance stepped in front of Y/n, "You'll have to beat us if you want to take his gold coins."
Anser narrowed his eyes, "Let me tell you something important."

"What's that?"

"In a fight...There's always a winner and a loser."

Y/n deadpanned, 'Not this again...' He sighed.

He noticed Lance was distracted. Anser's obvious facts. He grabs Lance's shoulder and quickly forces him to step aside after Anser throws his shuriken at them again.

Lance draws out his wand, but before he can say his spell out loud, the owls proceed to distract him with their hoots.
"Y/n–" Lance called out for Y/n. But the second year was...Gone.

He was distracted, again. But he heard a loud thud.

Looking back, his eyes widened upon seeing Y/n– his hand on top of Anser's head, and he seemed to slam the guy's head into the floor, hard, and it left...Quite a dent. Or, more than a dent. Anser was unconscious, thankfully.

Lance lowered his wand down, mildly surprised. "What's your magic?" He decided to ask.

Y/n sat down next to Anser, putting his hand on top of the Lang student's back, healing him(as an apology...)
"Why do you ask?"

"I've never seen you use your magic."

"Well, I use my magic when necessary...I use my strength currently."

"Why?"

"..." Y/n shrugs, "Maybe...Because I've never gotten into a real fight currently. Y'know, a lot of people that are picking fights with me are mostly my friends...I don't want to use my magic on them." He smiles, "I don't want to hurt them too much. But it's not like I've never used my magic before."

Lance narrowed his eyes, 'The way he said it...Is he trying to hide something?'

Lance thought for a moment,
'Why do I feel like the smell of peaches is getting stronger?'

––

Mash returned after his 'battle' with Olore. The sixth and seventh fangs were lying on the floor, both unconscious. Mash and Lance took their gold coins, and their remaining coins. Y/n didn't take any, instead, he just avoided his gaze from Olore's naked form.

"So this is the power of their sixth and seventh?" Lance questioned, "Yeah, we've got this." Mash confidently remarked.

"Oh dear..."

Y/n felt a familiar presence.

"Are we being mocked? I'm hurt..."

Both Lance and Mash turned around, only for the person to teleport behind them. And the stranger made eye contact with Y/n, before fixing their mask, "You should reconsider your words."

Y/n could see a glowing pupil from the mask. Unamused.

"Graviole." Lance points his wand at the stranger. But his magic didn't activate.
The stranger claimed they were here for their allies.

Without realizing it, Mash charged at the stranger. Although before he could throw his fist at the stranger, the stranger teleported, again.

"I'm sorry if I made you feel threatened. I was simply curious." They retrieved a familiar-looking ancient bottle from their robe, and in a blink of an eye, Anser and Olore got sucked into the bottle. "I really am only here for my allies. But fret not. We'll meet again soon."

The stranger turned to walk away, "Good day."

After they left, there was silence between the three Adler students...
Mash turns to look at Y/n, "You don't look frightened."

"Why would I?"

"Look at sister complex, he looks kinda scared."

"No, I'm not."

"Well, he's a friend of mine..." Y/n rubs his nape, walking towards the door, "I'm not scared of my friends..." He whispered.

After Y/n left, Mash tilts his head, "Does he see everyone as friends? Weird."

"He's friends with everyone."

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The masked stranger was walking back to the school.
As he walked he passed a presence. He stopped in his tracks and looked back, realizing there was no one...

Until he turned to look forward, only to be met with Y/n, who was crossing his arms. "Hey." Y/n spoke in a teasing tone.
Even if it wasn't visible, the masked student smiled behind his mask. "You did them dirty."

"Well, I only beat Anser...I didn't want him to hurt the first-year."

They both walk next to each other,  a hummingbird flies past them.

"When he's back to health, can you tell him I'm sorry?" Y/n softly asked, fidgeting with his robe.

"Of course."