Title: Fragile Little Thing [Yandere Hawks x Reader]
Synopsis: YourĀ āboyfriendā is having a rough day and he doesnāt appreciate you being such a difficult partner. If you canāt behave, maybe he canāt behave, either.Ā
For request:Ā a fic with Yandere hawks. Maybe he breaks/ ruins something extremely precious to his darling. Something that money just canāt buy.
Word Count: 1800ish
notes: yandere, kidnapped, abuse
The muffled sounds of Hawks returning to the apartment are all too familiar. Jingling of keys. Click, click, clicking of the locks. You know heād love it if you greeted him at the door, like you used to do. Which is partially why you choose to remain in bedāthough really, youāve hardly left it since that morning, except to greedily drink water from the tap and use the restroom.
So it comes as no surprise when the door to your āsharedā bedroom opens and Keigo stands in the doorway, looking disapproving and sad andāyou catch it, in the way his eyebrows furrowāslightly annoyed at the way youāre in practically the same position as when he left: curled up on the bed, holding onto a pillow like a shield in front of you.
- Summary: (Continuation, after this āwe just got a letter, wonder where itās fromā) You have barred them from entering the safety of Ramshackle Dorm, but they are determined to make their words reach you. Which is why the letters begin arriving at your doorstep.
- Note: This time it did not take me a year to update! Huzzah!
Scarabia Ā | Ā Octavinelle Ā | Ā Savanaclaw
The last letters you received really unsettled you.Ā
The two were vastly different from each other. One made you question each and every move you ever made in the past and the decisions you would make in the future. The second was an invitation you would have to turn down. While you're certain that particular sender would never trick you purposefully, the others could and would use it as a trap if they knew you were there.Ā
Now you were contemplating asking the staff for more assistance if you had to venture outside. While you hate to bother them when they were busy enough as it was, you feared going alone anywhere now.Ā For tonight, you would remain within the safety of Ramshackle and avoid any nightly excursions for the time being. That meant ignoring the invitation you were extended. At least you weren't entirely alone. Grim was always with you.Ā
Speak of the little devil. It seems like first thing this morning, he had decided to dig through the fresh wave of letters that had arrived. āHey, you know how you said we canāt go to the cafeteria because those weirdos got nothinā better to do but follow you?ā Using his sharpened claws, Grim tore into an envelope that held a coupon for a particular on-campus lounge. There was only one person in the entire student body who would use coupons for free meals at his own lounge as a way to tempt you into opening the letter. In a way, it worked, as the feline snatched up the carefully printed coupons and at the same time a letter fluttered to your feet.Ā
āAbsolutely not.ā You answered, earning a quick grumble from Grim until you reminded him, āWe have plenty of food and gifts that everyone sent. You know I wonāt touch it, so itās pretty much all yours.ā You didnāt need to tell him twice, because he immediately went to dig around the pile for something edible again which left you with the message that came with the coupon.Ā
The letter was folded neatly in thirds but the sheet was tinged tan, reminding you of rolled parchment that formed contracts. Thankfully, there was no dotted line where you were expected to sign away your soul. The contents were composed of smooth cursive penmanship, the loops and lines like waves on the water that became choppy the longer it went on.Ā
A quick glance confirmed that it did not begin with requirements or collaterals or legally binding statements. Just formalities spiraling into begging and reverting abruptly back to formalities. Droplets stained the surface of the parchment, just barely visible as they had long since dried. Were those tearsā¦??
To my dear player,Ā
I must offer the most sincerest of apologies for all my transgressions!Ā
When I should have welcomed you with open arms as I once had, the malfunction of your vessel had rendered me into a ratherā¦ shall we say, unsightly, state. As embarrassing as it is to admit, I must confess this much if I am to gain your favor once more. And in that state I now realize that the anguish of the mere possibility of your absence being permanent had blinded me to your very real presence.Ā
Well, this is my heartfelt attempt to amend my egregious mistake! You are welcome to visit the Mostro Lounge at any time you like. These doors shall always be open for you! Through rain or shine, should you want for something then I will be here to offer it to you. You neednāt concern yourself over closing hours, for I will still serve you even if you arrive in the dead of night.Ā
Yes, I too realize that a coupon for a free meal could not begin to make up for the mistakes that were made. I know you believe so too, given how you have yet to respond to my previous letters or anyone elseās. Itās only a small part of the whole that I could offer you. Given the debts that are owed to me, I have the power to fulfill whatever you desire, my pearl. Perhaps you would want these letters from the others to stop altogether, or maybe you desire something simpler like walking out in the day without having to worry about unwanted company. Have I piqued your interest?Ā
Iām not just offering a free meal. What I am offering is a chance to have peace returned to you once more. The coupon is an invitation, if you will. Iāve heard you receive an abundance of those from those pathetic and desperate for your return. This is not like that. I know you would not accept those sorts of invitations, and you know me well enough to estimate that this is more of a business-sort of venture. Consider it, wonāt you? Come by the Mostro Lounge at whatever time best suits you, I will be here ready to welcome you with open arms as I should have, and we can talk business.Ā
Iām certain something can be devised and agreed upon, a deal highly beneficial to both parties involved. Normally, I would not offer such a valuable proposition to most but you are not just anybody. My generosity is boundless, but my fondness for you is far greater than that. You are much more than merely my most valued client, which is why I dearly hope you accept my proposal. Even if itās just to make use of the coupon, or you wish to berate me for my stupidity, I would still welcome you.Ā
I will always welcome you.Ā
Everything has been prepared for your arrival at a momentās notice. Please, allow me to make up for everything. Iām begging you.Ā
Iāll do anything. I can give you more than free meals and a peace of mind. I can make everything go away, everyone bothering you will be gone! If you want a sense of normalcy, Iāll see to it that no one else approaches you! If you want protection, you neednāt even ask, I will protect you! Anything, just name it and consider it yours! Just donāt leave me. I need you. Donāt leave me alone. Pleaseāā
I hate this! I hate your absence. I canāt take it anymore. I need you here. Every time I try to see you, someone else gets in the way! Someone who doesnāt deserve you! Without you I feel broken, pathetic, desperate, everything I canāt stand being reminded of. You made me feel like I was worth something. Each smile from you used to make me feel like a million madol. Do you know how hard I worked just for a few spare seconds of your attention on me? When I thought you were gone for good, it felt like I was drowning. It feels like Iām drowning. Youāre the only one who could help me soāāĀ
It brings me great relief just to know you are safe and well in Ramshackle Dorm. Know that a deal I offer between us doesnāt necessarily require a complex written agreement. For you, I can pen something in plain-language.Ā
For now, I will eagerly await your response. Octavinelle is always an option to consider should you need to escape the confines of the old dormitory. Should you take up my offer, I will keep a spare room prepared for you and Grim free of charge. There is much to talk about, so many things to explain and tell, so I implore you to keep an open mind. You wonāt regret it, I guarantee it.Ā
Just one word, and I will be there to extend my benevolence to you, my dear.Ā
Readily at your service,Ā
Azul AshengrottoĀ
A rip like the tearing of paper echoed in the quiet. As you look over your shoulder, you spot Grim with an envelope in hand. The envelope had been ripped open, and its contents were scattered all over the floor in little pieces.Ā
"Grim!" It just seemed like an unnecessary mess had been made.Ā
Immediately Grim frowned, dropping the envelope like he was caught with a jar of cookies. "It wasn't me! I just opened it! Whatever letter was inside came like that!"Ā
The envelope was rumpled and creased with the opening torn. While you're certain Grim had at least opened it, the other details may not have been caused by his paws. Especially the mess of contents inside, more pieces fluttered out as you took it and turned it upside down.Ā
The letter was more like a jigsaw puzzle, with the torn pieces scattered across the floor. Some parts were far too ruined, like extra pieces from an earlier draft that wasn't even meant to be there in the first place. Those pieces were practically shredded like confetti. What was left and legible revealed the careless scrawl of a message.Ā
Heeyyy, Player,Ā
You still scared of me?Ā
Is that why you've been shutting out everyone like they don't exist? Probably. It's probably why you'll ignore this letter. It's annoying, and I hate it, but as much as I would want to force you to listen, I don't know if I'd actually do that to you. Maybe. I dunno. Probably not, especially if you start crying or screaming. I want to have fun with you like I used to, not traumatize you for a second time.Ā
What am I supposed to do now with you cooped up in Ramshackle all day? Everyone is so irritating. Some are stupid enough to actually think you would accept us back if we grovel and apologize and it makes me want to beat some sense into them. As if some lame 'SORRY' can make everything okay again.
I'll say sorry if you tell me that's what you want to hear, but that won't change the fact that I'm not really sorry about everything that happened. I'm sorry it was you, that's about all I'll apologize for. Because really if it was an imposter and I got my hands on them, I totally would've done all those things I said I would. ALL of them. Not even Azul or Jade would have been able to stop me. Nah, I think Jade would have joined me. It was like our way of getting back at them for taking you away from us and from me. Oh, but I'll say I'm sorry for scaring you if that makes you feel better. That's something I do mean!
Everyone's been insufferable. Azul kept going on and on about trying to put on a positive front, but it sounded like he was five seconds away from either yelling at us or crying about you again. So, most of the stuff you've gotten from me has gone under his radar. It pisses me off when someone tries to tell me how I should interact with you. I still wish I could tell you all this in person. It'd be faster that way and so I make sure you hear everything I say. Azul probably keeps telling me that stuff because he knows I would chase you just so you listen. He's probably as pissed off as Jade and I are about everything but he's still a crybaby deep down...
I'm not mad at you, just so you know. I'm mad at everyone else. I'm mad at the whole world for putting us in this situation. Yeah, I met you, but it was all wrong. It wasn't supposed to go like that. The day I actually met you face to face was supposed to be fun, you were supposed to laugh and have a blast with me. We'd hang out with Jade and poke fun at Azul. But that didn't happen. I'm mad that I can't even see you anymore. You're literally here, and I can't be with you.Ā
Everyone else is trying to get your attentionā
So why is it bad when I try to do it too? That's not fair.
The guys at Diasomnia get to guard your place and chase everyone away, the two in Ignihyde are acting all secretive, and those fancy Pomefiore people are trying to make themselves more shiny and pretty in case they see you. That's not even mentioning Otter's sad attempt at another party which is obviously gonna be a bust.
Everyone gets all mad when I try to see you. How is that bad? You should see them, you know. They wanna protect you so bad, as if they weren't also the reason why you're hiding all the time now. At least I'm not delusional enough to believe that you're not hiding from me too.
You know the only reason I haven't tried to beat up everyone is cause I know that'd probably make you more mad at me, right? I know Jade has thought about it too, especially when he stares a little too long at people we know for sure hurt you. The other reason we don't do it? Because we know the others probably feel the same. They probably want to beat us up too for how we chased you and everything. I don't blame them. The only thing stopping anyone from going after someone else is the thought of what you might think of it. It's crazy tense. I probably would've thought it was fun before, but not so much now.Ā
Although if someone does try to make a move like that, I won't mind. Nah, actually, I hope they do it. That'll get you upset at them and then you can see I'm not that bad. My bet's on Urchin or Crocodile acting out first.
Hey, hey, I hope you actually look at my letter next time. I was thinking about ripping this one up and throwing it away too, but next time, I'll definitely write and keep the letter in one piece to be the first one to tell you if someone starts fighting. And! I can even stop it if you want. Stop the fighting, I mean. It's not like it would be hard. Or even if you want someone punished for what happened, I can grab them for you. Even if it's me. I don't mind. I just want to see you again...
I'll keep an eye out. Okay, that's it.Ā
ByeeeeĀ
Floyd LeechĀ
They came in a pair, the Leeches. The paper you had used to organize the shredded letter on, happened to be from the other Leech.Ā
The envelope was blue like the deep dark oceans at night. Its secrets under the surface were concealed by thin gray string tied with stems of what looked like an herb and a flower. At least it smelled nice, but you didnāt know exactly what it was.Ā
The letter was very unlike the previous one, as this one was wholly intact. The penmanship is tidy, not too over the top nor too muddled. Itās simple, and thatās what makes you uneasy. All the written letters before had any urgency clear as day by the lines or it was composed so flawless that you knew the writer was hiding something. With this one, you couldnāt quite tell at a single glance.Ā
Greetings Player,Ā
I hope this message finds you well.Ā
I offer my most sincere apologies for everything that transpired. You must think me a foolish vicious sadist. Well, that is an accusation Iām in no place to deny after the events you bore witness to. It pains me to consider what you must think of me, but said pain is not as strong as the ache I feel in my chest when my thoughts dwell too long on how miserable you must feel all alone. At the very least, I know you have Grim as good company. Iām a tad jealous.Ā
Do not be alarmed by this attempt at contact. I only wish to soothe your woes and serve you to the best of my abilities. That has always been my wish, although I have proven to be rather lacking. Apologies. Perhaps, I can be of assistance in other ways. I know of many intriguing happenings, if you would care to hear them?
It would be an honor to see you and tell you all that I know. This sort of information is invaluable, truly. As a gesture of goodwill, I will brief you on the happenings in my own dorm. I need not explain what Floyd is doing, as my brother wears his heart on his sleeve and is not one to beat about the bush. The dorm leader, howeverā¦ Well, you are likely now privy to his true feelings as Floyd discreetly switched one of Azulās first drafted letters from the trash for the perfected one he meant to send. As you can imagine, Azul felt particularly mortified when he discovered the letter was not able to be retrieved once sent. Heās in quite the state.Ā
The same could be said by most of those you are familiar with. They are in a state. This is not a fact you need reminder of. The repetitive attempts by many of them, peers from every single other dorm, I find to be not only in poor taste but particularly grating. It is not just impossible to ignore, but it would be irresponsible to not warn you. There is much more to be said about them but as much as I wish to share, I simply donāt have enough ink to write about the details in length. What a shame. The secrets I have learned are far better shared in-person, I assure you. If you require more intel, that can easily be arranged.Ā
As I imagine Azul has invited you already to Octavinelle, I personally feel that it would be far more convenient for yourself should I drop by Ramshackle Dorm for a visit. However, I am not so presumptuous to invite myself to your abode and safehaven for a cup of tea. It is still an option should you desire company that is not just Grim and the resident ghosts haunting the halls of the estate you call home. It must get dreadfully boring. That is something I can amend, should you permit it.Ā
Admittedly, I have been quite lonely without your company.Ā
These days without your warmth have been rather dreary. I find myself longing for your presence, but the mere mention of you does nothing but fuel these thoughts.Ā
Itās very troubling. The only sort of reprieve that would ease my suffering must be from you. And yet, I canāt imagine that you would entertain the mere notion. Once I told you how I would regard someone who had betrayed me. You likely view this entire situation as something like a betrayal. In that moment I failed to recognize you, I betrayed you.Ā
You would not wish the same suffering upon me that I would upon a backstabber. No, you are far too kind for that. Such a forgiving trait is one I normally think to be extremely unpleasantāāforgiving may be the wrong word. You arenāt going to forgive me right away, if ever. I know I wouldnāt. I would inflict far more suffering onto anyone who crossed me. Nevertheless, despite knowing this, I still want to serve you. I wish to invite you on a hiking escapade so you might experience a change of pace, share with you the wonders of land that I have come to learn of, and teach you of this world you have found yourself in. These are valid offers that will stand and should be considered by you.
In a way, it feels like you are inflicting more suffering upon me with your continued silence. While I find some attempts by the others to be loathsome, I do understand their desire to be seen by you in some shape or form.Ā
I would rather stand before you and accept a torrent of unmitigated verbal abuse from your own lips than not be by you at all. Even the concept of being binded and drowned beneath the waves or electrically shocked sounds far more bearable than having to endure this continuously. Every moment like this is far worse than any sort of torture my imagination could conjure. Which is why I bid you to reconsider. My offer still stands, I still wish to assist you in any way possible.Ā
Summary: Rage fueled by failure, Izuku finds comfort in a bar, only to come home to a broken promise and a furious darling. He didnāt mean for this to happen.
WARNINGS!: blood, violence, alcohol (Izuku under the influence)
Category: Angst, one-sided fluff
Word Count: 9k+
A/N: This is my first yandere fic! Iām nervous as hell, I have no idea if I got this right lol. Though I did spend months perfecting it to the best of my abilities! Hope you enjoy~
Just To Clarify:
Youāre both adults
Itās Friday
Itās cold and rainy (naturallyā)
Izukuās bedroom has a walk in closet and a bathroom
Assuming Twisted Wonderland follows similar laws to the real world, Azulās contracts are not legally binding. Contracts made in which one or more parties are a minor are illegal.
I am unsure about what the law is like in other countries, but in the US, contracts with minors are not illegal, they're voidable. (An illegal contract is akin to hiring a hitman (Malum in se) or a contract to gamble where its illegal(Malum prohibitum.)
These contracts are only voidable on the minors end, so Leona and other 3rd years would not have been able to void the contract. Yuu, Deuce, and Ace would have been able to tho! As would Azul if he decided it would benefit him.
They would have to return the cheat sheets that Azul gave them though, since the Uniform Commercial Code dictates it. (This prevents the unjust enrichment of the minor.)
So maybe they all threw away the cheat sheet, didn't know their contractual rights, or maybe Azul's contracts wouldn't be considered a legal matter, but a magic matter. Idk how magic law works. Also, tbh, I don't think Azul would honor their right to void even if they did bring it up. They'd have to go through the courts which, in the US at least, costs a lot of time and money.
There aren't many cases of minors getting into a contract with another minor, so idk what a court would rule if this case was brought forth. My guess is a contract between minors would be considered voidable by both parties or void.
But, yeah. Knowing that Adeuce could just legally void the contract took away a lot of my enjoyment of the book tbh š . (Idk about Grimmy's contractual rights, which is why he isn't included.)
Its so interesting that its illegal where you're from! Capacity to contract is one of my favorite parts of a legal system so I love learning about it.
Ngl, its kinda funny to imagine Azul getting the cops called on him because he assumed the contracts were simply voidable when they're fully illegal on Sage's Island. And I'm sure Crowley would also throw a fit because the cops being there 'ruins the reputation of this pristine magical academy!'
(Also, I wonder what irl legal system is the closest to what they have in Sage Island. One could assume Japan, but Sage Island clearly isn't exactly like Japan, so I wonder if the law is the same.)
Assuming Twisted Wonderland follows similar laws to the real world, Azulās contracts are not legally binding. Contracts made in which one or more parties are a minor are illegal.
I am unsure about what the law is like in other countries, but in the US, contracts with minors are not illegal, they're voidable. (An illegal contract is akin to hiring a hitman (Malum in se) or a contract to gamble where its illegal(Malum prohibitum.)
These contracts are only voidable on the minors end, so Leona and other 3rd years would not have been able to void the contract. Yuu, Deuce, and Ace would have been able to tho! As would Azul if he decided it would benefit him.
They would have to return the cheat sheets that Azul gave them though, since the Uniform Commercial Code dictates it. (This prevents the unjust enrichment of the minor.)
So maybe they all threw away the cheat sheet, didn't know their contractual rights, or maybe Azul's contracts wouldn't be considered a legal matter, but a magic matter. Idk how magic law works. Also, tbh, I don't think Azul would honor their right to void even if they did bring it up. They'd have to go through the courts which, in the US at least, costs a lot of time and money.
There aren't many cases of minors getting into a contract with another minor, so idk what a court would rule if this case was brought forth. My guess is a contract between minors would be considered voidable by both parties or void.
But, yeah. Knowing that Adeuce could just legally void the contract took away a lot of my enjoyment of the book tbh š . (Idk about Grimmy's contractual rights, which is why he isn't included.)
Ah, the fusiform face area (FFA). It's the part(s) of your brain that recognizes faces, and, depending on your experience, other features (the example given in my class was a birdwatcher used his FFA to recognize bird species).
I have a habit of drawing the different parts of the brain as cute girls, and this is probably one of my favorite designs. She's based off of the Japanese noppera-bo (a yokai and/or ghost with no face) and some masks from noh theatre.
You know that you exasperate him- and that you do so often. Tenya tells you that doing so must be your favorite pastime, usually with a huff and a sigh as he braces his fists on his hips like a beleaguered mother of one. He has to be right because the sound of his disappointed grumble haunts you in your dreaming moments just as it does in your waking ones.
You can see him as clearly in your mindās eye as you could if only you turned around to look at him.
But you canāt.
You canāt turn around. You canāt look. If you look then youāll see- and if you see then youāll have to confront him and, more terrifyingly, what heās done.
You canāt confront him.
You canāt even bring yourself to move.
The decision to continue from this moment to the next isnāt left to the frantic scurrying animal of your mind. Instead, he comes to you, making his way with careful steps. Never loud enough to compound your horror, and not so quiet as to give the impression of sneaking. Tenyaās not that kind of guy. Stealth is one of the many things heās bad at, not that heād ever admit it. But heās good at other things. You know he is. Heās calculated. Heās practiced. He knows how to approach a victim.
Itās the same way he approaches you when youāre upset. When your back is turned to him and youāre trying not to make it obvious that youāre crying or youāre angry or youāre just plain bummed out. He orbits you as if drawn into your gravity. A planet of enormous possibility- and unbelievable care. Never pushing, never coming so close as to frighten you.
Youād never thought he could.
Youād been wrong, of course.
Youād been wrong about so many things- but youād never imagined that Tenya could be one of them.
Itās a small, ineffectual, mercy that you canāt see his face through the screen of tears that blurs your vision. Like this you canāt see his hair or his hands. The details all wash together. Even so, the streak of red that is so out of place in the wet splotch that the man you love becomes in your muddied line of sight as he tiptoes into it draws your attention despite all attempts to ignore it.
You think of simpler things. Simpler colors. Safe colors that make you linger on thoughts of home and calm and of how gently your Tenya has threaded himself into the patchwork of your life.
The snowflakes are white. The steam wafting from the pipes is white. The sky is white.
The street gutters are gray. The dumpster is gray. The concrete is gray.
Tenyaās eyes are blue. Tenyaās hair is blue. Tenyaās shirt is blue.
But Tenyaās hands- Tenyaās hands are red.
You choke on a sob. Thereās no need to make out his features to know that your shuddered scream makes him frown. You can picture the crease that forms between his stupid eyebrows. The image that flashes in your mind's eye makes you begin to cry in earnest- fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you look at the warped image of the man who has given himself to you so wholly. So unselfishly.
What has he done?
Had he done it before?
Would he do it again?
Tenya steps towards you and you scurry back, trying not to look down as something squishes beneath your boot. Your heel slips for a second and you stumble. The concrete is wet in a way you donāt expect. In a way that is unfamiliar to you. Itās slippery. Slick almost.
Thicker than water, thinner than mud.
You fight the instinct to look up as he stops in his tracks.
You can guess what heās thinking. What heās feeling. What heās trying to figure out next- but you donāt. All you can hear is the wet, pulping thud of fist to flesh and it robs you of breath just as surely as it robs you of thought. You close your eyes and see red. You cover your ears and you hear nothing but bare hands on tenderized skin. Of bone against bone until something gives. Something always does.
And this time- this time itās Tenya.
He falls to the ground before you, a blur of blue that comes to kneel at your feet.
āItās okay,ā Tenya says in that smooth, calm way that had once enraptured you. You realize, in the part of your brain that isnāt throwing up every emotion you have, that Itās the same cadence you use on scared dogs or shy cats. Itās the same tone he uses to coax you into his arms after an argument or when you feel the world has closed in around you. āIāve got you.ā
The fog lifts from your eyes in the form of tears running down your cheeks. You look at him and he tilts his head up at you. He scoots forwards and when you donāt stumble away this time he moves closer once more. Softly murmured reassurances tumble from his lips as he crawls to you on his hands and knees.
āYouāre safe with me.ā
But are you? Really? The aural memories assault you once again and you shake your head as if that could make them dissipate out of you like so much dirty water.
Of course youāre safe- youāre safer with Tenya than you could possibly be anywhere in the world.
You always have been.
As if to prove his devotion, he reaches out. Slow and steady. Watching you as your breath hitches before you manually force yourself to exhale. The pinched corners of his eyes grow soft. With sure hands, he places his thumb on your boot and wipes away the streak of red that threatened to stain the well shined leather. Its a familiar position to how the two of you were just this morning- him tying your shoes and scolding you for acting like a child as you grinned down at him, an adoring if exasperated smile mirrored on his face.
But heās not smiling now. Instead his firm, pink lips twist into a frown. The blood on your shoes is smeared across his palms. Itās drying on his knuckles, too. You swallow thickly as he cradles the back of your ankle in his hands. You should be scared. You should be terrified.
You know now, more than ever, just what Tenya can do with the strength that heās spent a lifetime honing- just how easily he can crush bone and tendon and muscle between his fingers.
But youāre not, and you think thatās worse than being scared.
Are you stupid then? Or just arrogant?
His fingers pinch along the seam of your boot, feeling where the heel has come away from the sole, leaving your sock soaked through and clammy against your skin. Youād like to think itās just water. Melted snow. Hell, it could even be the worst case of foot sweat known to man, youād take it.
You know itās not- not with the way Tenyaās lips purse.
Gently, and excruciatingly tender, he moves his hands along your calf. Goosebumps rise beneath his touch as he follows the length of your boot with one hand while the other goes to hold your foot steady.
āLetās take this off,ā he says, voice measured as he pinches the zipper between his fingers. Something shivers through you as the metal rasps and you can feel the light, almost nonexistant, whisper of the tab being pulled. He removes your boot with the utmost of care.
As he cradles your foot close and careful.
It drops to the ground with a thump. The heat of his skin is searing through your soaked sock. You move to glance down only for him to click his tongue at you. The instinct to retort almost knocks you out of your daze. Instead, you busy yourself with keeping balanced as his free hand grips your leg just beneath the back of your knee.
āDonāt look,ā he snaps and then, gentler this time, says, āBaby doesnāt need to look.ā
Baby doesnāt need to look.
For a second youāre transported back to the cozy life you and Tenya have built together. A scary movie that he had no say in playing on the television as the two of you curled up on a couch. You 'watching' it between the slits of your fingers, heart racing even as you tried to look. Trying to witness everything even as the anxiety of doing so hounded you. The ache of your teeth clenching as your entire body tensed like the spring of a bear trap- until he slid a hand around you waist. The other moving to cup the back of your head and bury your face in the wide berth of his shoulders. His lips at your ear as he murmured low with a voice full of teasing and mirth and so much adoration that it blotted out all of your fear.
Baby doesnāt need to look.
So you donāt.
His fingers dip beneath the elastic band of your sock. The calloused tips of them rasp against your skin as he unrolls the nylon down and down. Tenya's knuckles brush your ankles and- and you try not to think of them as they are now. Lightly bruised and flushed with blood. You sink into sensation and the way his nails, cut neat and close in that utilitarian way of his, scratch along the sides of you foot. If this had been any other moment, any other place, any other time, youād have giggled at the sensation.
Instead, you reach down with your hands. You place them on his shoulder and he shudders quietly beneath your touch as as he slides the sock off. The ring on his finger, the one youād bought him for his birthday and that heās continued to wear every day despite his protests that it would just get in the way of him using his hands for work, glides across the edge of your pinky toe.
He pinches the tiny digit between his thumb and pointer absentmindedly. Habitually. Tacky and wet against your skin.
You want to cry.
āIām here,ā he soothes as the sound of a sob catching in your throat alerts him to your mounting distress. The blood soaked sock drops to the ground beside your ruined boot. He begins to rise to his feet and, in a move that threatens to break your heart even as it comforts you with its familiarly, he catches your waist on the way up. Practiced and easy and fueled by muscle memory, he stands and lifts you into his arms in one fluid motion. An hand supporting your thighs as your legs spread about his midriff. The other following the curve of your back to cradle your head to his neck.
Tenya presses a kiss to the top of your head.
He holds you close, as if it could be any regular Tuesday. Blush high on his cheeks as your breath fans over his pulse. The heat of him dulls the ache in your heart.
Hi! I saw a recent post on the twst reddit where someone was asking If we got isekaied as Yuu at the start of the game, whoās one character you would tell of our situation?
Most of the replies on there already said theyād tell Idia and then followed by Lilia as the second most popular option.
I was thinking about this myself too, & i agree with both options, but I was more focused on if someone chose a different character, like the factors of trust, will they spill, will they believe you, will they use this against you? (probably? most likely? itās NRC!)
I was wondering who would you pick first Raven, & why? Also, whoās the character youād be LEAST likely to tell?
[ The original Twst subreddit thread on the topic can be found here! ]
Yāall are going to STUDENTS for help?? š
Mmmmā¦ I do think Idia might be more willing to believe the absurdity of my story given that heās an otaku familiar with isekai + quickly buys a similar story that Ortho tells him in book 7. However, assuming that the events play out in the same order as the main story, I donāt see Idia being useful or even trusting a newcomer enough to bother helping with them or even wanting to converse in the first place. Prior to book 6 (which takes place all the way in February), Idia is extremely closed off, down about his future, and basically only willing to interact with Ortho. I donāt think heād give me a chance to talk, much less drop everything and jump to aid this random normie at the start of September.
Of the two popular choices, Iād say Lilia is the better option since heās wise and friendly right off the bat. We even interact with him early on, all the way back in book 1 during a cafeteria scene. However, I would personally be hesitant to tell Lilia because heās honestly not a consistently responsible or reliable person š§āāļø The way he behaves feels so slap dash and without consideration for potential consequences, and I feel this could exasperate the situation rather than help. For example, he insults and eggs on Leona (which causes him to OB) in book 2, enables many of Malleusās worst tendencies + doesnāt commit to telling him off, delays telling Silver he is adopted and laughs about the reveal(which causes Silver emotional distress + to run off), etc.
My first pick in this case would honestly be a responsible and dependable adult (which knocks out Lilia, Crowley, etc.) and preferably a teacher (since they would have more sway at NRC + more knowledge of the world). I would probably go with Trein (since heās the oldest staffābesides Crowleyā and the one the headmaster entrusts with leading school trips and overseeing the school while he is away). My second place pick is Crewel, since he is our homeroom teacher (thereby being very accessible). They, as actually responsible adults with an understanding of the world, would listen to my story and surely be able to guide and advise me. Trein especially, since I feel he would know a lot more about weird magical shenanigans. Me supposedly being a seer wouldnāt be so strange in the grand scheme of all the other crazy stuff that has happened in Magic History. They would also be in a position to raise the alarm bells to people and organizations (school board, department of magic education, etc.) that would be able to intervene or at least prepare themselves for the eventual OBs.
Someone we meet relatively early on in the main story (to maximize the gain + assistance Iād get from them)
Someone willing and able to believe me
Someone intelligent
Someone with access to resources
And Leona just so happens to fit ALL of these.
Leona is someone we meet relatively early (around October). At that point, one OB will have already occurred and I could use this to my advantage by leveraging it to imply I have useful information on future OBs. Even if Leona doesnāt believe me (which is highly likely) and the events of book 2 still unfold, I could use that opportunity to spout out highly specific predictions at him post-book 2. When they come true, heāll have no choice but to stop and consider me because thereās NO other explanations for how I was able to pull āOn XX/YY, Ace will score 92, Deuce will score 88, and Grim will score 85ā¦ 220 students will be anemoneād by Azulā¦ exactly 30 students will score perfect 500sā¦ā out of thin air and be correct on all accounts.
In the current main story, Leonaās already noticing tons of things the other characters donāt, like the fact that there are traces of magic leftover from Vilās OB around the stage. He makes note of Grim eating blot stones but doesnāt outright remark on it. Leoba also susses out that Kalim and Ruggie are imitations created by S.T.Y.X. technology in book 6. Surely Leona would have the capacity to realize Iām not bsing him just based on my behaviors or something.
Book 3 also established if you annoy him enough, you can break him and get him to do what you want. Do NOT underestimate me, Kingscholar. I WILL throw myself on the floor and kick and scream all night to disrupt your sleep until you agree to help this wimpy human out š¤ WHINING ALWAYS WORKS/j
Likeā¦ in all seriousness, Leona is nothing if not opportunistic. Even if he doesnāt necessarily give a shit about ME in particular, he will want to preserve himself and his own interests. If I told him so-and-so is next to endanger the world, heād do what it takes to save his/his dormās own ass(es). Iād imagine heās put even more effort into preventing it if itās an excuse to get a dig in for someone he dislikes, such as Malleus.
Finally, Leona actually has the assets to be helpful. Heās got the brains to plan things out, heās got the money and the connections (including knowledge of S.T.Y.X.) too. Moreover, he doesnāt care what he has to do with these h things to achieve what he wants. Other characters that have similar levels of wealth, power, or connections would hit roadblocks. For example, Kalim has all of those things would lacks the ability to strategize or would be held back by things like morals or other characters (like Jamil) acting skeptical. Leona is okay with playing dirty if it means getting what he wants, and thatās useful to have on our side.
As for the person I wouldnāt want to tellā¦ yeah, itās Azul š Maybe heād believe me, maybe he wouldnāt. It doesnāt matter, cuz I would NOT trust that guy (especially pre-book 3) with information this valuable. Azul would turn right back around and use it for blackmail or to orchestrate situations to work out in his favor. Then weād all must end up in an octopus-run dystopian future because I fucked up and blabbed to the Wrong Guy.
Do you think you could list the places where the TWST Cast is from?
Hello hello, thank you for this question! š Yes yes!
ā» Note: character placement does not indicate canonical locations of hometowns, only a visual guide.
It is maybe possible that, beyond country names, we only know the specific locations for five people:
Deuce: Clock Town
Epel: Harveston
Kalim and Jamil: Silk City
Leona: Sunrise City (thank you @/justalilhime !!)
Not shown on the map above are Crowley, Sam, Kalim and Jamil, as Crowley's hometown is a mystery, while Sam, Kalim and Jamil's places are not shown on the map.
And here is the information as can be found in the game itself, for reference!
Queendom of Roses:
Riddle, Trey, Ace, Deuce (Clock Town), Crewel
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