残酷な意図 | 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ━
( yandere kny x fem! reader )
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a low-ranking demon of questionable origins captures the attention of the most powerful beings in Japan all the while trying to find her brother who...
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐲 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ⎡ 𝑳𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 ⎦
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"There," Tamayo announced after an hour-long procedure on (Y/N), wiping away the sweat that had formed on her brow with the back of her sleeve. "We have finished."
(Y/N) opened her eyes.
Instantly, she felt so much lighter.
So much freer.
Tamayo smiled down at her gently as she removed her gloves and discarded them, Yushiro doing the same. However, before she could even speak to (Y/N), a sickly looking woman rushed into the space coughing, begging for help for another patient who seemed to be going into shock. Without hesitation, Tamayo left (Y/N) in Yushiro's care as she rushed to see what was wrong. Slowly, (Y/N) sat up, glancing at Yushiro whose gaze lingered on the doorway Tamayo had left through.
"It's good to see you again, Yushiro-san," (Y/N) uttered softly, waiting until he was looking at her before continuing to speak. "I don't think I mentioned that yet, so... I wanted to make sure you knew."
"I myself quite enjoyed not having to hear your mindless ramblings..." he mumbled as he averted eye contact once more.
"That's a shame," she chuckled softly, not seeming to be offended by his words in the least.
Silence drew on.
On the outside, Yushiro looked like he was fine, but on the inside, he felt guilt tearing through him. His brow twitched and his fingers tapped anxiously against his arm due to how said arms were crossed over his chest. Clearly, if one looked close enough, they could see that he wasn't as comfortable as he desperately tried to make it seem.
Finally, he cracked.
Approaching her, he hesitantly placed his hand atop of her head in a comforting pat, looking away from her whilst doing so.
(Y/N) didn't say anything, but from the way the corners of her lips drew upwards ever so slightly, she appreciated the gesture. Yushiro glanced at her from time to time, and when seeing her warm smile, he knew he had made the right decision. In reality, hers was the type of warmth that he always felt in her presence, and it was something that he dearly missed, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud.
"Sorry about that, (Y/N)-san, Yushiro-san," Tamayo spoke as she walked back into the room and slid the door closed behind her, instantly causing Yushiro's hand to retract from (Y/N)'s head.
"It is no problem, Tamayo-sama!" Yushiro shook his head adamantly, the ever faithful and ever loyal man to the woman he loved.
