Saints Die Young || mha x male reader

The soul was made up of a small golden pearl. It's core was surrounded by colored energy that flickered like a flame, and was caged by the ribs. It surged when people angered and retreated when anxious. Some remained eerily still, while others were so blindingly bright it's core was completely hidden.

This beauty was forever locked away though. For no one to see.

With the sole exception of (yn). His birth was foretold by the Gods, a boy who could see these souls and was touched by the Gods to be the next Saint. He started learning at a young age to heal, protect, and make decisions. He learned about plants, healing, languages, and memorized every religious text placed in front of him-even if in ancient forgotten languages.

He was the perfect Saint.

Though, as (yn) grew older and continued to help the continent (yn) slowly began to wonder if that was all he was. A Saint. A telephone between the Gods and the people. As questions overwhelmed his mind, would he be able to untangle his identity? Or would he dissappear, just as the Saint before him did 300 years ago.

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