I'm The Son of Thor (Highschool DxD x DC) (Re-uploaded!)

Part 5: Sparks of Fate

(I accidentally published without a Title I'm so sorry xD)

Y/N's POV

I stood back, arms crossed and admired my handiwork. On the couch lay the very fallen angel who'd tried to end me a few hours ago. Bandaged wings? Check. A blanket draped snugly over her? Double check. I'm practically Florence Nightingale. I mean, sure, I had to look up a YouTube video titled "How to Treat Someone Struck by Lightning" to get it right, but hey, points for effort.

I glanced at her face, peaceful in sleep, and then at her bandaged wings. Yup, I'm the guy who patched up the wings of the woman who speared me in the chest. Classic rom-com setup, right? 

What? You guys seriously thought I was going to take advantage of a wounded woman. Technically she did try to kill me but I'm not a pervert...unlike someone i know who wouldn't even think twice.

...Alright so I did give those massive breasts of hers a couple squeeze and... damn, Rossweisse has competition with Raynare's 87 cm bust size. Ah great this is all thanks to Issei I'm analyzing like a pervert.

With that, I draped the blanket a bit more securely over her and stepped away, making my way upstairs.

Once inside my room, I tugged off my shirt and stared at the jagged hole burned into the fabric. She really got me, huh? My fingers brushed over my chest where, just hours ago, there'd been a gaping wound. I could still remember the sensation of that spear piercing through me. The pain, the fear, the adrenaline—it was all still fresh.

But now? Not a scratch. Not even a scar. The lightning had healed me completely. I turned to the mirror, running my hand over my chest again, almost expecting to find a trace.

"Too bad lightning can't zap away trauma," I muttered, collapsing onto my bed.

As I lay there, staring at the ceiling, something else caught my attention. My arms, faintly glowing, had a soft aura crackling just beneath the surface. Not just my arms—my entire body had this faint, lingering charge.

Great, I thought. I'm a walking lightning rod.

If I so much as stepped outside right now, every supernatural thing within a ten-mile radius would probably sense me. I wasn't about to roll out the welcome mat for a horde of winged maniacs just yet. Sick days it is.

With a sigh, I turned my head toward the door. Tomorrow, I'd have a little Q&A session with my lovely, formerly stabbing guest. Why are fallen angels showing up in Kuoh, and what do they want? If she's staying here, I might as well figure out what mess I've walked into.

For now, though? I shut my eyes, trying not to think about the fact that I'd just invited a deadly, winged woman into my home...and those massive-!!!

Wings. Hah! got you again.

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I was having the best sleep of my life. Seriously, after all the insanity from last night, I was finally catching some Z's. I might've been snoring—okay, definitely was—but I didn't care. That was, until a soft creak of the floorboards woke me up.

My eyes snapped open, and I snorted myself awake, blinking in the morning light. Standing in my room, looking like a kid caught sneaking cookies, was Raynare. She had the key to my house in one hand, her other hand frozen mid-step as if contemplating her next move. Her face was flushed, and for the first time since I met her, she looked... embarrassed.

I sat up, smirking. "Y'know," I began, voice still groggy, "it's kinda rude to leave without saying thanks to the guy who saved your life and patched you up."