❝ existence is fleeting as the dawn's dew, destined for oblivion. ❞
‒ 𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍;
a sword master
came down to be
a student, unknown
to the dangers she
has put herself into.
acheron!reader
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➛❝ YOU KILLED SOMEONE, [Y/N]. ❞ the pro-hero said as he stood in front of the girl who could not care less. "you're gonna face some serious consequences after the shit you pulled." he rubbed his temples, feeling himself getting a migraine.
the girl stayed quiet. she believed that speaking up would do her more harm than good. she looked at the man blankly as he drank from the water bottle.
currently, the two of them were in his apartment complex. the place was messy, as if no one was able to clean it up for months. there were unclean dishes too. didn't make it long for her to realize that this man either did not come home very often or that he's quite. . . filthy.
the thought made her grimace, but eventually left it in the back of her mind when there was a knock on the door. the two looked at the doorway and the man told whoever was outside to come in, which they did.
'it's that hybrid animal again.' she said as she noticed it was merely nezu that entered. "greetings aizawa, [y/n]. we meet once again." it said, its eyes lacking any form of emotion in them. the girl subtly rolled her eyes and sighed.
"it seems like wherever you go, trouble comes along with you." nezu chuckled as it sat down at the opposite side of [y/n], its paws crossed on the table. "let's get this straight, [y/n]." it stared at her, as if it's trying to uncover all her secrets, making her uncomfortable; not much, but still.
"why'd you murder him?"
"i didn't. it was an act of self-defense. sure he's dead, but i did that to protect myself." her answer was quick, as if it was all thought out beforehand. clearly, she was an expert at this. it was almost like she's done this before.
their suspicions of her rose up the ceiling. the animal hybrid coughed. "if i didn't know better, i would've thought your favorite word was 'self-defense'." the pro-hero in black said with a scoff, making her look at him with eyes filled with annoyance, though it wasn't shown on her face.
"other than the one you killed," nezu started. "the others you'd injured were sent to the hospital with fatal wounds." this fact alone made her blood boiling. she should've finished them off while she could, but she didn't. and that was her mistake.
busy in her thoughts, she barely noticed eraserhead putting the white plastic bag on his table. that is, until the sound of coins clinking made her perk up. "now tell me, what's a bag of money doing in the scene of the crime? why do you have it?" the man said with a raised brow, most likely thinking that she's in a gang of some sort.
