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˗ right before she did, i...
you feel as though you're drowning.
your fingers claw helplessly at the layer separating you from your body, your eyes barely open and your form feeling weak as you dig your nails into the see through matter. the lances in hawks neck are close enough that they're now drawing blood, but there's nothing you can do about that.
"y/n!" yumi feels a shiver run down her spine, your spine. aizawa's voice calls her from her place of distraction. she was in control? but... how so? she looks down at the face of the man choking and coughing in her grasp and her expression hardens once more.
"why should i?"
theres a deep, gravelly undertone to your voice. to her voice. this isn't what y/n sounds like. you're not y/n. you're yumi. aren't you? or... are you both? she's not really sure. you are, though. and, it's hard to watch her struggle.
"y/n, what the hell-" he reaches over aiming grab your arm and pull hawks free, but chains of matter spring up and grab his arm, halting it mid air. "why should i?!" she barks again, glaring at aizawa now. "he— he was there! he was watching!" she hisses out, her voice almost shrill. "he was there... when they tortured her and killed her over and over again. when she stayed her blade for the sake of others rather than raising it in defense of herself. she..." yumi pauses, and looks down at hawks.
a chill runs down his spine.
the pure hatred emitting from her form... it was unrivaled. he had never felt this sort of... fear before.
sora forms behind him at the bodies command, but she doesn't move. instead, she grabs the lances and begins to pry them free of hawks neck. aizawa stares at sora. if sora was to obey you, and was going against direct orders, then...
"yumi." aizawa states, his voice gentle. and yumi's mind begins to clear. no, no. this is wrong. yumi and y/n are not one. you are yumi. no, she is yumi. she is yumi. her grip goes slack, and the matter in the area disappears. hawks falls to the ground, a hand nursing his throat as he gasps for air. "hawks is the only reason we found her." aizawa whispers, and yumi's frame goes rigid.
"you passed. let's get you to recovery girl, and... you won't be heading to class after. take the next few days off before the summer vacation. pass the word onto y/n, would you?" he encourages, firmly but kindly. yumi nods weakly, turning to follow him with her gaze trained on her feet. did y/n's classmates see all of that? they probably did.
how awkward...
y/n? can you hear me?
...
y/n?
yumi's eyes involuntarily widen. she reaches forward, tugging aizawa's sleeve. "i— i can't hear her. she's not here." yumi says weakly, and aizawa's expression drops. "run. you can get there faster than me, so go." he says, trying not to sound so desperate as to not hurt yumi's feelings. he doesn't want her gone, but y/n could be...
