Blood Stained Roses || Yandere!BNHA x Reader

03 ~ Prove your worth

"I fear you haven't made a correct call."

Meriah merely rolled her eyes. "You say that often brother."

Atru bit the skin of his cheek. "My apologies. I trust you with my life sister, however the vessel you have chosen." He trailed off. "Well . . . I have my concerns."

The witch cackled. "Oh you're much too uptight. Have faith in me."

He frowned. "I said I trusted you."

"And I said to have faith. There's a difference." Meriah brushed a bony finger over the man's cheek. "I've watched over you since you were a babe."

Atru grimaced. His hair was charcoal black, skin brown, teeth white. Side by side, he looked nothing like his sister. The only resemblance he bore was her charcoal black eyes.

Their mother had him late. Extremely late.

Eight hundred and thirty years after his sister. And that was excluding all the ones who had come before Meriah.

"Could you please make yourself look like a normal person." Atru pressed his lips together, "This guise is freaking me out."

Meriah frowned, "Oh come on brother. It's not bad."

"Please?"

Meriah sighed theatrically, as if deeply inconvenienced. "Alright, alright. If it'll make you stop fidgeting." With a wave of her hand, her appearance shifted. Her bony fingers and pallid skin gave way to a more familiar, less unsettling form. Her eyes remained dark, hair remaining silver, but her face softened to a more human-like quality, with features more aligned with Atru's own—though still maintaining a certain ethereal grace.

"There," she said, smoothing her now plain, if somewhat delicate, dress. "Is this better?"

Atru studied her, his stern expression slowly easing into a semblance of relief. "Yes, that's much better. I still don't understand why you have to be so dramatic about everything."

Meriah's lips curled into a playful smile. "It's part of the fun. Besides, you know I have a flair for the dramatic. But enough about me. Let's focus on the task at hand."

Atru nodded, though his eyes still held a glimmer of concern. "Right. The vessel. You're certain it's reliable?"

She waved a hand dismissively. "She. Not it. The vessel is fine. She's just... a bit unconventional. But unconventional can be good. You should know that better than anyone."

He scowled. "Spare me your word jumbo. Just give me the details straight, Meriah."

" . . . Put a little respect on my name there boy-o. I wiped your butt when you were younger. And I caught your vomit with my bare hands." As if to add fuel on fire, she gagged. "Honestly boy, please. You're still a little baby."

Atru pouted. "I'm turning one hundred and sixteen next month."

Meriah chuckled softly, her amusement evident. "See. You've proved my point. Still young and youthful. Even if you are inching closer to middle age."

Atru crossed his arms. "Your sense of humor never fails to irritate me."

"Good. If I can't amuse you, at least I can keep you on your toes."

Atru flopped himself on the couch. "Alright fine. Can we please talk about the vessel now."

Meriah laughed. "She has a name."

"Good for her. I don't care."

"Her name's (Y/n) (L/n)." Meriah smiled - her beautiful face taking on a goddess like quality. "And I believe in her."