ɪɴ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴ'ꜱ ᴍᴇɪᴊɪ ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅ, ʏ/ɴ, ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ʙᴏʏ ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ꜱᴛᴇᴘᴘɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴇᴇɴᴀɢᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ, ɪꜱ ᴛʜʀᴜꜱᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴏꜰ ɪᴍᴍᴇɴꜱᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀʀᴅꜱʜɪᴘ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴀʙᴜꜱɪᴠᴇ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴜɢɢʟɪɴɢ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ, ʏ/ɴ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱᴏʟᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪᴅᴇʀ, ᴇᴍʙᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʀᴇʟᴇɴᴛʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ᴏꜰ...
❝ 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙙𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧. ❞ ❝ 𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙮- ❞ In which a sickly boy was chosen by the gods to put an end to the reign of demons. It all seemed simple at first, but that was before everyone tried to claim him as theirs. (ɢɪꜰꜱ, ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏꜱ, ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ, ꜱᴏɴɢꜱ, ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴄ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ...
Y/n L/n was your everyday boy; helping out his family, caring for his younger brother, cooking with mother, and collecting wood with father. He was happy with this, although he never shows it, but it's not like he can. Y/n never cried, nor has he ever smiled. It's not like he doesn't want to, he just can't. That was...
