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...
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❞⁀➷♡'ˎ˗ "well, i don't want that!"
you sit, fumbling with your hands inside of the nurses room.
"it's best that you're honest. tell those you consider close, others opinions don't matter. you can trust your classmates, but it's easier to start with people you already trust."
that was the advice aizawa had given you when you finally got the chance to ask him at the end of class. it had taken so long for you to actually discuss it with him that you couldn't help feeling a little rushed since you had to head straight to recovery girls room right after you two had spoken. start with people you already trust? that would be fine if not for the fact that the person you had to tell first was a complete wild card.
fingers crossed it's yaomomo...
"i don't think it is." yumi cuts in, and you flinch in surprise. she's sitting beside you on the bed now, actually, you're not sure how long she's been there. "don't you think it'll be easier if i'm already here when you start explaining?" she asks and you hum. "i suppose." the truth is, yumi just wanted to be there for you. of course, she'd never admit such a thing. so, she sits beside you with her arms propping her up from behind. her form is still a bit wispy, and her in-human features reflect on ones you've seen developing on your own.
her fingertips are pitch black, and they form a gradient up into her caramel colored skin. her eyes have three rings around the pupil and her short, puffy black hair has white curls mixed in. gold eyes trained on you as you shift about, smiling at her. she grimaces, glaring at you. "what? what are you staring at?" she grumbles out, offering you a glare. you only laugh softly. "i told you already, you're really pretty." she huffs, turning away from you and crossing her arms. "and i told you already, this is just what you thought i'd look like." you shrug. "well, if i thought you'd look pretty, isn't that a compliment too?"
"just shut up."
shortly after that, the door opens slowly. you immediately turn your attention to it and are shocked to see the person in the doorway. "jiro?!" you tilt your head in surprise. even yumi has a slightly shocked look on her face. jiro walks in, shutting the door behind her. "hey, uhh.. sorry about this. didn't think it'd end up turning into a big thing." she says, and you shake your head. "no- no, it's okay! i appreciate your concern, really." you reassure, and she nods. she shuffles on her feet a bit, eyeing yumi. who has a less than approachable expression on her face. but, that's just how she looks.
"so-- who's this?" jiro does her best to sound casual, but it's clear she's confused. "um, she's... a long story. this is yumi. yumi, this is--"
"i know who she is, idiot."
"don't be rude! i was being courteous." you reply sharply and she rolls her eyes. you sigh. "anyway, yeah... i guess we should get this over with."
