Twin star exorcists scenarios and one shots

(16) Unomiya Tenma X Reader

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The stars twinkle brightly, glistening in the silky velvet cloth of night. (Name)'s eyes are fixated on the simplicity of the mundane spectacle, as a smile rugged at her lips.

It was another late night, brimmed with a dozen glasses of (favorite drink) and a heart and head burdened with immense stress and anxiety. Her latest assignment was to illustrate the beauty of something through any medium of art, whether it be drawings, poetry or a story. The fear of being unable to excel in a subject she adored, burdened (Name) to hunt for a spark of inspiration, as this project was worth half her grade.

Despite her infatuation with the subtle gloriousness the night sky offered, her heart disagreed with making it the muse of her work, adamant on carrying on the search.

The faint hum of the nightlife thriving in the streets of the distant city, blended wonderfully with the calmness and sobriety within the houses that clustered together. The gentle dimness of the lights that both sectors possessed aided in establishing this tranquility, allowing the storm swirling inside (Name)'s mind to settle, like a child halting their weeping, fatigued from crying too much.

(Name) felt her eyelids become heavy, her body urging her to absorb the serenity around her, as though pursue that momentary spark of peace within her. Perhaps it feared she may never uncover it under the workload life burdened her with.

She accepted its gracious invitation and everything faded into a wonderful thing: the perfect combination of nothing and everything.

She could hear the sound of jollity and folly grow louder, which widened her smile. However it began to morph into something more sinister, and darker. The fear created from it drew her eyes to open again, and that fear paralyzed her.

The beauty of the everyday peace has morphed into a fiery ruin that encompassed ash and destruction. The apartments and houses that once made this view were crumbled into skeletons of concrete and something. The world was devoid of humane life, and something more sinister took its place.

Fear consumed her and froze every muscle in her body, mind struggling to grasp the sudden shift that had just transpired.

Growl...

A series of demonic grunts and incomprehensible mumbling emerged from underneath the balcony she sat on, their owners clawing at the base of the building.

It triggered the life in her voice box, enabling a shrill scream to escape the young female.

A painful creak followed, shutting her up instantly. She dared look behind her, to be met with the rusted remains of the apartment she inhibited. It was just as any other ruin in the area, and it's support system was faulty.

The confusion and anxiety that circulated the whole situation gripped her throat, her breaths shallow and desperate as though any of them could be her last. The intensive pounding of her heart heightened the whirlwind of emotions in her head as she was caught in an unfortunate dilemma. The building could no longer support the weight of the balcony as is it once did seconds ago, and was going to send her tumbling into the claws of a merciless horde of unearthly beasts.

The sounds of impending doom merged together with the cacophony raging below her and she shut her eyes once more, with a false sense of hope that the catastrophic nature of the situation would dissolve as suddenly as it appeared. To her misfortune, it remained the same. In fact, the slab of concrete she stood on was barely connected to the structure.

With a final groan, the balcony was had plunged down toward the ground, breaking away from the building like a leaf separating from the stem of a plant.

As her hands clamored hopelessly, searching for invisible handles, her confusion and panic collaborated into nothingness. She believed it to be the end. And to her greatest tragedy, she would never be able to excavate the reason for it.

She was unaware of the tears that had formulated in her eyes and had streamed down her pale cheek. Her eyes clasped shut again, in anticipation to encounter the bitterness of death.

It never arrived.

Something curled around her and pulled her into the warmth of what she assumed to be a chest?

(Name) hadn't dared to open her eyes, terrified of what she might see. However she cracked open one eye, to catch a mere glimpse of what had decided to dramatically catch her. Or rather who.

The tears that formulated in her eyes had blurred the person's face, and all she saw was two hues of green and purple.

She could feel the air whooping around them, encompassing them like they were in the air. The boisterous sounds of menacing cackles collided with explosions and her savior constantly mumbling phrases which (Name) could not comprehend. All she knew was that the voice was incredibly masculine.

She could feel his chest rumble as a small chuckle escaped his lips.

"You're safe now Hime," he whispered in her ear. His breath tickled (Name)'s neck as he did, sending goosebumps ablaze on her skin. (Name) could not reply, her mind still pondering over the peculiar events that had just transpired and how hot she imagined her savior to be. For what could possibly be either reason, she found herself nestling further into his embrace.

His muscles tensed up at the sudden affection momentarily before relaxing and tightening his grip around her.

At this point (Name) had finally mustered up the courage to formulate a single sentence, which had come out in a shaky voice of uncertainty: "Can you ta-ake me ho-home?"

(Name) heard him let out a low chuckle. "We've been here for a few minutes already,"

Her cheeks began to heat up, as she stumbled down onto her feet. She turned to face him, only to be met with an empty space of where she assumed he would have been standing. The apartment had been reverted to its former glory, untouched by the claws of the devastating world she had just encountered.

Two thing was for certain though. Firstly, she did not dream all that up and hallucinate about an attractive voiced guy with pretty eyes saving her from an alternate world where devastation has occurred and secondly, weirdly enough, all of it had given her that boost of inspiration.

————Time skip brought to you by an ad promoting the protective gear when dealing with angry females, the leads of the ad being Benio and Rokuro. It is now a couple of months.————

(Name) smiled at the masterpiece before her, proudly displayed at the Osaka National Institute of Art and Design. What once was acknowledged as a simple school assignment upgraded to the title of professional art, worthy of being placed in the Art institute for public eyes. The piece reflected the emotions of despair and struggle through the bland yellow and black color scheme, the ones that encompassed her mind and lured it into a senseless state and illustrated the strange realm, alternate to that of theirs, by the ruins and its menacing inhabitants. However the centre piece was what she showcased the most: the two orbs of green and purple, the eyes of her savior. They beamed brightly, filled with light and determination, which is why she had titled the piece as "Savior in the Demonic Wasteland,"

"What a gorgeous painting," Someone mumbled behind her.

Her eyes widened, the familiarity of the voice hitting her instantly. She turned to meet the same pair of eyes that gleamed in her star painting.

(Name)'s breath hitched in her throat as she finally caught a full glimpse of her savior. His attractiveness exceeded her expectations. (Even with his strange looking hairstyle!)

"Of course," he continues, gently lifting her chin with his index finger, their gazes interlocking.

"Your beauty is far greater than the luminous stars in the night sky, Hime."

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