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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
❞⁀➷♡'ˎ˗ "it might be worth being more skeptical with devils than you have been in the past."
school had ended, and here you were in bed staring at the wall once again. you want to play something on your pc, maybe study the brochure, read a book or listen to music, but you can't stand. getting out of bed feels like a monumental task right now. the air is cold and your skin feels tight, like it's keeping you inside. a heavy sigh is drawn from your lips as you shut your eyes, opting to examine the inside of your eyelids rather than the cracks on your wall. your stomach is churning, for some reason. well, the reason is likely that you can't remember the last time you ate. shutting your eyes right now feels nice, too. you open them when you realize how heavy your eyelids feel.
i guess the super-human qualities have their limits, too.
and you wouldn't be wrong in thinking that, because you're extremely hungry and sleepy. a knock at your door suddenly catches your attention. you don't move, you seem to have grown roots in the spot in your bed where you've been rotting for hours since returning home. "come in." you call, and aizawa opens the door gently. he observes you with an unreadable look, before coming in and putting a cup of instant ramen on your bed side table. out of curiosity, you sit up and look at him funny. "you aren't taking care of yourself. it's not going to be easy attending school without tending to your needs first. don't slack off." he says firmly, sounding like a demanding teacher when the look in his eyes is more of a concerned parent. you look at the instant noodles, feeling a bit guilty for not cooking lately. "it's nothing like your cooking, but it's food. you should eat." he advises, softer this time, before shutting the door behind him as he leaves.
you want to be stubborn and shrug off his supposed act of kindness, but you are hungry, and the irritating voice that's been swaying your decision making recently is not present to convince you to starve yourself. you lean forward, grabbing the cup of noodles. your mouth waters at the scent and your stomach grumbles right after. you must be really hungry to be this excited about cup noodles. with a small sigh, you grab the chopsticks stabbed into the paper and open the cup, the steam rising out as you pick up a bite of the noodles and indulge.
you're only able to eat a few bites of the food before your stomach feels full already, but you guess not eating has caused your stomach to shrink a bit. "i'm thirsty, now." you mumble, swinging your legs down and standing up. you walk down the steps, giving nemuri a wave that she returns. she's sitting in the living room going over some paperwork with aizawa, she must've just got here. "thank you, mister aizawa." you say from the kitchen and he turns to give you a nod in acknowledgement. you get yourself a glass of cold water in the meantime before heading up the steps and downing the glass as you do. when you get back to your room, you notice your phone lit up on your bed. you pick up the device curiously, eyeing the notification. it was a text from kaminari.
