seraphic | owari no seraph

change | yūichirō

[somewhat of a My Hero Academia AU thing]
(therapist!reader x villain!yū oh and also kid!kimizuki)
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Being a therapist certainly had a lot of advantages in this type of community. All those heroes with their extraordinary quirks would always be relied on by the general populace, but when the pressure gets to them, who's there to help them out of a pickle? It's you, (Full Name), psychological extraordinaire, of course.

Your quirk wasn't a power-based one, which made you have a rough time trying to make it in the industry when you were in your younger years. You'd always wanted to be enrolled in the Hero Course in U.A, but alas, your amazing mental giftedness simply wasn't enough since you lacked the physique to be able to compete with the students in the Hero Course.

But years later, you now find yourself having one of the most renowned titles in the city. "The Hero of the Heroes," they called you. You've served clients such as All Might, himself, when he was immensely distressed about the degradation of his condition. (You had to admit, you were a bit more than flattered to be one of the few people who know the truth behind All Might.)

You don't know how exactly your quirk works up until now, but whenever someone approaches you, seeking remedies for their mental anxiety, it's as if your brain has been programmed to say all the right things to make said person feel a lot better about themselves.

Your quirk was immensely popular among the heroes, which makes you not surprised when villains begin to take interest in your abilities as well.

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The villain, Seraph, is currently all over the news headlines. Most articles speak of how one blow of his trumpet cause instant death to everyone who hears it. A lot of the professional heroes are conjuring up ways on how to combat the aforementioned villain. But, it's as if they've hit a wall with all their brainstorming, because even if they do manage to come up with something brilliant, Seraph will certainly blow his trumpet before any of the pros could even get within a hundred meter radius of him. What's worse is that no one knows what he looks like, because he always obscures his face with a crisp white veil.

The first time you've caught wind of the news about Seraph, it definitely gave you the jitters. An enemy who's deadly and unidentifiable is one of the things in this world you'd rather avoid.

But, with a cruel and inexplicable twist of fate, you find yourself sitting on Seraph's office chair, elbow propped on his desk, and head rested on a fist, as you listen to all he has to say about what he does and why he does it, while he lounged on his couch.

Seraph's real name is Yūichirō Hyakuya. You find this out the moment you regained consciousness on his couch. Unlike most misconceptions that Seraph is actually a very old individual with hair as white as snow, Yūichirō's hair is in the darkest shade of ebony you've ever seen in your life. And his eyes were a beautiful green that reminded you of forests and sunlight.

Currently, he was void of the all white robes and veil that were his trademark clothes. Now, he was simply in a Naruto shirt and a pair of cotton shorts.

"I honestly don't even know why I'm killing people y'know? I just really want to lay back down and watch some reruns of my favorite series on TV. Oh, man. I have no idea what to make of my life anymore," he groans before burying his face in his hands.

You click your tongue and sigh. You've encountered a dozen of misunderstood souls in your whole life, but the weirdest, by far, is definitely Yūichirō.

"Then why don't you just quit doing what you're doing? Lives are all special you know?" You try showing him a warm smile, and it somehow makes his shoulders ease a bit.