when y/n was young, she had been born into a family of renowned devil hunters. unlike most, she lived in a tribe, not a city. she didn't go to school, but instead studied under the tribes monks. from the moment she could walk she was conditioned to...
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❞⁀➷♡'ˎ˗ "fuck off and die."
it had been a few weeks since you returned and life is flowing back to normal. you refuse any physical contact with adults though, which feels odd. you had expected to be disgusted by any form of physical contact, but you had spent some time with nejire, mirio, and tamaki after some gentle encouragement from aizawa and were unbothered by nejire's clingy and overly affectionate gestures. yet, the next time nemuri went to hug you it was like oil and water, you not so subtly dodged her anytime she came near. she had picked up the hint, at least. aizawa had too after observing you two, so now you were comfortably avoiding any and all physical contact that bothered you.
yumi had grown more constant, and a dream with mamoru cleared some things up. now that you shared a heart, you shared a mind. the process was gradual and could result in her attempting to wrestle control of your body from you, but since yumi trusted and imprinted on you at such an early age you highly doubted she would try to steal your body. she wasn't always present as well, it seemed she can only come and go. she was hostile, volatile, and violent. a pure devil by birth, but despite a constant insatiable and innate craving for destruction she still prioritized your safety and wants over it. while claiming that she only did that because you were her host and she was protecting herself by protecting you. it was very obvious, at least to mamoru, that she's just too shy to be honest and say she wants to keep you safe under any circumstance, even if that means abandoning her nature.
you were grateful, truly. though, it was best if you didn't say that because any sign of something sappy entering your brain and yumi was gone in a flash. sora had become a bit different, too. she would come out on rainy nights and stand in the rain, as if trying to dominate whatever prevents her from appearing during rainy nights. you suppose that's because it had been raining when the truck hit you, and it had been raining the night you were taken from kiyomi's house. sora shows an impeccable amount of human intelligence and independence, and from what you've read about these "ajins" from the reports aizawa had given you, ibm's are not meant to function or behave the way she does. you're not complaining, but beginning to grow frustrated with the lack of knowledge.
the sun's rising now, you can see the light leaking into your room.
you don't sleep much these days, or have an appetite really. you were told that you had no human rights and were going to be treated as a devil henceforth in your own world and somehow that was less dehumanizing than what has happened to you within a month of stepping foot from your world. somehow, you feel like you got lucky. if this was something a world like this could offer, you might've dodged a bullet of cruelty in your own. either way, the point is it's hard to function like a human when you don't feel like one. worst part is, you really are a devil. the lack of sleep may leave bags under your human features and the lack of eating may have contributed to a bit of weight-loss, but you are unaffected by the negative effects of these things. you are hardly bothered without sleep, and you function the same without food as you did with it. you feel like a fake, actually. it's like this whole time you've been pretending to be something you're not, putting yourself in this box to keep yourself from realizing that you're not human anymore. you haven't been since you watched your family die.
