CHIGIRI4LIFE
❝𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗢 𝗦𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗧𝗢 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗬 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗔𝗗.❞
━━━ 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘 people are born loud.
They take up space. They shine. They are remembered the moment they walk into a room.
She wasn't.
(Y/N) (L/N) has always been the kind of girl the world looks through instead of at.
Too quiet. Too gentle. Too easy to overlook.
The type of person who smiles first, apologizes first, gives first -
and somehow always ends up with nothing left for herself.
At Death Weapon Meister Academy, everyone arrives with a partner.
A weapon. A match. Someone chosen.
Everyone except her.
Days pass. Then weeks. Then months.
Whispers follow her down the halls.
"Maybe she's not compatible."
"Maybe no one wants her."
"Maybe she's just... not meant to fight."
So she learns to be useful instead.
Helpful.
Polite.
Perfect.
A performance stitched together with lace sleeves and careful smiles.
Because if she can't be wanted-
maybe she can at least be needed.
But even the softest hearts grow tired.
And some nights, when the sky is too big and the world feels too loud, she finds herself crying outside the academy walls, wishing-just once-that someone would choose her first.
Not because they have to.
Not because it's convenient.
Just because it's her.
And then-
something small finds her.
A creature with sharp teeth and a softer heart than her own.
The first to stay.
The first to refuse to leave.
The first to look at her like she is something precious.
In a world of monsters, weapons, and madness,
where souls resonate and fear turns people into something unrecognizable,
she remains something strangely fragile.
Not the strongest.
Not the loudest.
Not the most talented.
Just kind enough to hurt herself for everyone else.