Dimensions | A (anime/fictional) various x gn!reader

Untitled Part 89

♕Question of the day: If there was a game you had to live in, where would you be living?♔

(3rd person POV)

You've been on time out for a long while now. Not even in your room, no, custom time out room for bad wolf children. As Yami had dubbed it. Wich is very specific. What if you weren't even officially a wolf? Huh? Then what?

Well atleast the bed was a bit softer then your actual one. Who even saved the best beds for the timeout room?

A knock sounded at the wood door. You wonder if Yami even thought about the fact that you could just bust the door down if wanted. 

You hum as a response to the knock, lounging on the provided bed. You've mostly been getting knots out of your tail for the past hour. Not something you usually take the time for.

"Y/N, have you thought about what you've done?" Yami asks, as if he even cares. You don't doubt the big guy killed some people himself. But you suppose he's trying to be a good leader for the band of children noobies.. wich you are part of...

You nod boredly. Mainly busy with fidgeting with the pillow covers.

"I don't believe that. You don't even look guilty." Yami glares as he crosses his arms over his chest. Standing in the doorway like a disappointed guardian.

"How can I look guilty? It's been a week." You retort with a roll of your (e/c) eyes. You're honestly so fed up with Time out. Who knows what fun missions you could have gotten?

"Because you killed someone, Y/N. Magic Knights don't kill people." Yami scolds. You make a deadpanned face at his scolding. That was a rule no one even told you before. You can just feel that Yami's doing this to pretend he's raising- sorry training- his squad well.

"Are you saying you never ever killed anyone? Not even out of nescecity?" You huff, crossing your arms over your chest in quite the childish defiance.

"I- Out of nescesity, ofcourse. But that was not a nescesairy kill. You could have restrained him with your powers." Yami argues and steps closer with a dissapointed frown.

"So what, I made a mistake, my bad, ok? Ill try not to become a serial killer." You sigh, running a hand trough your hair in nervous agitation.

"You sound like a child right now, do you hear yourself?" Yami glares darkly, grabbing your chin in his larger hand to make you look him in the eyes.