sorry😔 had to do this again since I accidentally deleted this story... also sankyuu momberry@kol132!! love you~
There was a girl with the name L/N Y/N. She was stripped off her memories of her past life before becoming an Assassin. She was cruel, dark, cold, anything between those lines.
Matsukaze Tenma was stripped off his memories of the girl. However, when they both met each other, they couldn't help but feel the sense of familiarity that is radiating off each other.
Will they remember who they are to each other? Or will their Assassin's Pride hold them off for it?
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This is an AU where Raimon is an Assassination group. This was inspired by someone else's book, yet I don't remember. However, the plan to write it as an XReader was all of my own thinking.
This book will be written in Second Person PoV (as in, I will not write in first person for the reader [I, we, all that] nor will I write it in third person {they, their, all that}), and occasionally in Tenma's PoV (in bold, and in first person)
Unexpectedly, that's what Uzui Tengen felt about the tomboy personality that Akane [name] had.
He was well-known to be a delinquent and was often reprimanded for getting into trouble with other delinquents from their opposing schools. But, the thrill of beating someone up made Uzui Tengen feel that it was a flamboyant thing to do.
Then that very fine day, he met her. Captivating by her dark blue ocean eyes and the way her pink-tinted lips will curl up into a soft smile. The way she would show care and concern towards him whenever he arrives with bruises and wounds.
He was in love. But he was frustrated at the same time, with the way she acted. She was a tomboy, a delinquent as well. She was new to the school and was the same age as his younger friends. But the way she portrayed herself, caused her to be the center of attention.
He wanted her. But he didn't want her personality.
And soon he watched as she changed into someone else, he felt lost. Why did she change? And that's when he realized deep down, he had loved her for who she was.
It was then it didn't matter to him anymore, for he wanted [name] for the way she will be.