In which Y/N Romanoff, an affectionate girl who's coerced into the life of an assassin from a tender age, meet her demise only to awaken in a completely different universe where delinquent and gangs are supreme without aliens, gods, and superheroes...
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As the days passed, the bond between Y/N and the Mizo Five grew stronger, transcending mere friendship to something deeper and more profound, even considering Y/N as their sister.
Y/N entered the school, her gaze immediately sought out her friends, a warm smile gracing her lips as she spotted them. However, her expression quickly turned somber as she noticed the bruise marring Akkun's skin, a frown creasing her brow in concern.
Curious to uncover the source of her friend's injury, Y/N discreetly followed them to the bathroom, her steps silent as she positioned herself just outside the door, straining to listen to their conversation.
" I would take his place if I could. "
Her heart clenched at Akkun's words, the intensity of his emotions evident even from the muffled sound that reached her ears. Anger surged within her as she found out that Takuya being involved in something as dangerous as fighting, and she made a silent vow to put an end to it.
With a steely resolve, Y/N slipped away unnoticed before her friends could spot her, her mind already racing with plans to intervene and protect Takuya from harm. Though she lacked the specifics of where the fight would take place, she was going to follow them closely and ensure Takuya's safety. It's pointless to ask them as she knows they're just going to lie to keep her out of trouble since they didn't know her capabilities yet. Aith that thought in mind, she made her way to her class.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
As the bell rang, signaling the end of class, Y/N swiftly gathered her belongings and headed out the door, her steps quickening with each passing second. The familiar chatter of her classmates echoed in the hallway, but she couldn't spot any of her friends among them.
She paused, taking a deep breath to steady herself. With practiced ease, she rummaged through her bag, fingers brushing against the cool surface of a juice box nestled within. Satisfied, she zipped up her bag and made her way out of the school, the midday sun casting long shadows across the pavement.
Concern gnawed at her as she made her way outside, scanning the area for any sign of familiar faces. Suddenly, a cacophony of loud yells pierced the air, drawing her attention with a sense of urgency.
Y/N made her way to the location of the impending fight, sipping from a mango juice box. Arriving just in time, her attention was immediately drawn to the sight of Takemichi being assaulted. With a strange feeling knotting in her stomach, she watched as he stumbled and fell amidst the laughter of the onlookers.
Despite the urging of his friends to concede, Takemichi remained resolute, refusing to yield. Ignoring the pain and the taunts, he rose to his feet and charged back towards Kiyomasa, only to be met with another brutal blow to the face. Undeterred, he persisted, repeatedly advancing only to be met with a relentless barrage of punches and kicks, each blow seemingly fueling his determination rather than dampening it.
