❝𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀❞ (Z. Maki x FEM!Reader)

12

"Get up. Worthless girl," He spat, and Maki grit her teeth, wiping the blood on her chin as she forced herself back up on two feet.

And of course, he had to notice her sour expression, just as Maki threw a nasty glare at him.

"Hey, what was that face you just made at me?" He calmly asks, but his actions are the complete opposite.

He didn't hesitate to grab the thirteen year old girl by her tightly tied hair, proceeding to drag her across the rough floor painfully.

"You'll never be Toji.." He mutters to himself before stopping in his tracks, slowly turning to the girl who was silently writhing under his grip.

"You're useless." He growled, his bipolar self showing up.

Maki wasn't even able to look up before Naoya kicked her across her face.

Maki gasped as she abruptly sat up on her bed, uncomfortably drenched in her own sweat.

Her breathing was irregular as she tried her best to regulate it once again, wiping a drop of sweat from her forehead as she did so.

After a few seconds, Maki managed to calm down her heart rapidly beating against her chest and breathing tempo back to normal.

With a sigh, Maki slumped back into her bed, emitting a light plop sound as she dropped onto her pillow.

She placed her lightly trembling hands on her forehead, resting her eyes as many thoughts begin to pop up in her mind.

Was Maki afraid of Naoya?

No, definitely not. So why was she so panicked?

It had definitely been awhile since she'd last had a dream, and the first one in ages had to be about that scumbag.

Maki sighed once again, removing her hand from her forehead.

She shifted her body so that she was facing her left.

"Is it because of this bitch?" Maki whispered to herself as she stared at (Y/N) snoring rather intently.

No. She did not want to sleep with (Y/N) at all.

But she definitely had no choice.

"Didn't you hear what Tsukumo-sensei said? My seal may break if I'm not with you!"

A pathetic excuse, really, but also one vouched by one of the top four sorcerers in the whole of nation.

She sighed for the third time in a row, her mind and brain now having a civil war on if Maki should reach out for (Y/N) or not.

She contemplated on it for a while, tempted to use (Y/N) as a huggable plush, just for the night.

Would she even be comfortable? She was all muscles, making it hard for you to grab her skin, even.

Maki decides to give it a go. "You only live once," She muttered before scooting closer to (Y/N).

Her fingers that were still faintly trembling reach out slowly, making sure that (Y/N) wouldn't wake up.

Maki manages to softly press one whole hand on the small of (Y/N)'s back, around where her shoulder blade was.

Maki scoots in once more, raising her other arm to use as a pillow for herself as she relaxed the other arm which was on (Y/N) herself.