One day my health teacher in middle school just like ⌠didnât show up for class. And so of course we were all âoh if he doesnât show up in fifteen minutes weâre legally allowed to leaveâ, giggling about it and all the bullshit. He did eventually show up, ten minutes into the class time. He looked haggard as fuck, sweating all over, hair messed up, beaten to hell and back. We stared at him and were about to ask what in the world happened to him when he stopped in front of his desk and smacked his bicycle helmet down on it.Â
His helmet had this odd discolored patch on it. Like, white against white, but ⌠weird? Itâs then that I realized his helmet didnât have a discolored patch, it had a patch missing. A big chunk of his helmet had just been shaved away, the curve of the helmet gone and sanded flat by whatever it had been scraped against. And running through that patch, from one side of the helmet to the other, was this big crack, like the whole helmet had split like an eggshell.Â
Our teacher took a couple deep panting breaths and then told our class:Â âAnd this,â he took another deep breath, âis why you always wear your helmetâ.Â
And thatâs the story of how an entire class of middle school students took helmet-wearing very seriously for the rest of their lives.Â
⢠First two letters of your last name
⢠First vowel of your first name
⢠Third letter of your middle name (or parentâs first name if you donât have a middle name
⢠Last consonant of your last name
⢠Add IEL or EL to the end!
LISTEN how many times throughout the show has Lance doubted himself, felt like he wasnât good enough, and constantly struggled to feel as if heâs an important part of the team
And Keith is the ONLY person whoâs told him that heâs perfect the way he is, that heâs important and valid no matter what, that sees his potential. He truly understands him the most
Female version of chapter 1 blue exorcist x male reader!
Everything feltâŚ. Light. (Y/N) couldnât see anything. Her body felt like a feather, almost like she didnât even have one. âWhat is this? Where⌠â (Y/N) trails off as she hears a dull muffle, the sound soft but faint.
âSomeoneâs speaking, what are they saying? They sound⌠angry..â The sound grew louder, hearing it ring in her ears.She tried to make sense of the muffles, but it was as if she was underwater. She tried to move but found no success. She couldnât feel her body.
(Y/N) began to panic, confused as to why her senses were gone. The moment her panicked thoughts began to grow so did the voice. A few more voices joined, and chaos ensued.
But just as quick as the voices grew, everything stopped. The light was gone, replaced with a deep darkness. She couldnât see anything but could now feel her body. She flexed her fingers, her breaths uneven. She felt her feet on the ground but looking down she saw nothing but black. (Y/N) saw her bare feet seemingly on flat ground, her brain having trouble making sense of any of this. âWhere am I..?â Her shaken voice echoed off invisible walls.
Whispers. (Y/N)âs head whips around, looking around with fear as she hears quiet whispers echoing around her. Her hands reached up towards her head, covering her ears as they grew in numbers.
âStopâŚâ (Y/N) weakly whispers with her eyes screwed shut.
âI said stop!â She shouts into the dark abyss, silencing the low chorus of whispers. She slowly opens her eyes, staring down at her feet. Color drains from her face, seeing a red glow shine on her legs. Her breathing became uneven as her hands trembled. Her mind begged him to not look, fearing for what would be revealed. Her eyes slowly inch up from her feet to meet two glowing red orbs, the eyes pierced her soul, a chill running down her spine. Her heartbeat races, creating a harsh thumping in her ears. Sharp glistening white teeth stretched into a sickening grin, giving her awful images of how they could easily rip her body to shreds.
(Y/N) trembles before the creature as it began to let out a spine-chilling laugh, her mind screaming at her to move but found her body frozen in place once again. The creature made steps for her, their sadistic laugh growing in volume before lunging for the female.
âNo!!â
(Y/N) bolts up into a sitting position, her chest heaving while her eyes were wide open. Sweat shined on her (S/C) skin and dampened the roots of her (H/C) locks, is hands gripping tight to the heated sheets beneath her. Her eyes strained in the dark to scan the room, searching for the red eyed beast that taunted her mind. (Y/N) looks down to her hands, releasing the sheets to run a shaky hand through her hair.
Once relaxed a soft groan rumbled in her throat, pulling her legs over the edge of her bed and letting her feet make contact with the cool flooring. The teen looks towards her desk, seeing the bright red blocky numbers of her alarm clock which displayed 7:48 AM. (Y/N) willed herself to stand to her feet, scratching the side of her neck while she moved towards his door. She definitely needed a shower. Both to relax her muscles and to wash away the now cooled off sweat adorning her skin.
(Y/N) was glad that her father was gone at work because she didnât know if she could come up with a lie as to why she looked like she ran a marathon and why she had shouted ânoâ in his room. She scratches her head a bit, glancing at her fatherâs door before turning into the bathroom.
She was met with her reflection when she flips the light switch on, now able to see her physical appearance. Slight bags under his eyes, bedhead hair matted together by sweat and pale skin to bring out her tired eyes.
Dreams like this have been going on for quite some time, starting just the beginning of last year. First it was a onetime thing, one nightmare thought to never come back again. That was until three months later she had a different but related dream. Nightmares soon became frequent, telling her father about it once or twice but never telling what her dream was about. She figured she should keep it to herself, hoping they would go away eventually.
âA year later and theyâre still here...â (Y/N) sighs through her nose and began to take off her clothes, ready for her shower before work.
She only worked on weekends, the only time she had off due to classes. What irked her was that her father worked every day of the week, weekends included. Being an accountant, (Y/N) didnât understand why he wouldnât have any sort of days off however she never questioned it, thinking that was the harsh adult life.
A nice calming shower later, (Y/N) emerges from the bathroom while drying her damn (H/C) locks from any water. She quickly changes into her work clothes, grabbing her wallet phone and keys before rushing downstairs. She planned to head straight out the door until a small orange note caught her attention from the corner of her eye. She glanced over, reaching towards the small paper to pluck it off the fridge.
âIâll be back earlier tonight than usual, work let me off early. Make sure to eat and if you do not eat then donât think I wonât find out young lady. Love dad.â (Y/N) rolled her eyes at the note but a small smile growing on her lips. She figured she would eat once she got to the store. âAt least dad will be back earlier.â
ââââ
(Y/N) opens the door to the small store causing a soft little bell to go off, announcing her presence. A few people were inside looking around and she could see two of her coworkers were still there.
â(Y/N)! About damn time! Thought you might have been dead.â (Y/N) snickers to hear the voice of Bill, another teen who was a good few years older than her.
âOh shut up Iâm on time!â (Y/N) strolls over behind the counter and hung her bag on a few hooks for the employees. She plops down onto a stool, watching and Bill helped out a customer at the cashier a few feet next to her. There was another woman, Lisa, in her mid-thirties who also worked there, always fixing things in the back or helping customers around the store.
âSo, anything new?â (Y/N) question and stares at the male who waved to the woman leaving the store.
âNope. Not much goinâ on over here. I did finish moving though,â the green-haired male turned to (Y/N), âhow about you? Any chance at getting a date?â (Y/N) blushed brightly and waved her hand with a nervous laugh. âOf course not, no sane person would dare come in a twenty-mile radius of me.â
(Y/N) has never been the best at dating others. She often had crushes, falling for many and going on a few dates. But once she dated them for anything longer than a week, they would always come back the next day bruised and shaken up. They would break up with her, scared half to death and giving no reason before avoiding her like the plague. She never understood why no matter how hard she tried to figure it out and eventually stopped going out, keeping her crushes a secret so they wouldnât leave her a week later.
Needless to say, she wasnât doing so great in the dating department.
(Y/N) shook off the conversation and changed the subject, beginning to take a stack of clothes and placing colored sale stickers on each one. The rest of the day was filled with some work, the occasional customer and charting with Bill.
(Y/N) opens her mouth to speak once again to Bill, wanting to continue their conversation on Billâs fears of Bakemono and him explaining why he hates cats but stops when a female walks up to the counter.
âHello! Can you help me? I want this shirt but there arenât any in my size.â A short female with long brown curls spoke, holding up a plain black tee. Bill was currently helping another customer at the cash register so (Y/N) smiled, standing up from her stool to hep the pretty girl.
âOf course! Follow me.â (Y/N) says and gently took the shirt, checking the tag and brand before she began to walk to the back where the storage room was directly across from the break room. She takes out her keys and unlocks the door, going straight to one of the many boxes along the walls, with her back turned towards her. She knew where most of it was by heart, having come back there all the time for sizes clothes not on shelves or to check for extras. She took out a small stack, looking through them all.
âSo what size were you looking f-â (Y/N) turned back around to face the female only to be cut off by a rather strong hand around her throat. A choked gasp left her lips, dropping the clothes in shock when her head and back collided with the wall.
There in front of her stood not the short cute girl from before but black shadowy being with black mist radiating off of it. It had no facial features or no features of any kind, just a shadowy humanoid figure. What sent chills of terror down her spine was the deep glowing blood red eyes with no pupils and a razor-sharp toothed grin that unnaturally stretched across itâs face.
(Y/N)âs eyes were as wide as dinner plates as she gripped and clawed at itâs arm that kept her in such a tight grip, her feet just centimeters above the ground. If it werenât for itâs inhuman grasp cutting off her air circulation she would be hyperventilating.
â(Y/N)~â The voice that left the thingâs lips sounded deep and guttural, a manâs demonic voice, different than the sweet voice she previously had as it tightened her grip on her neck. (Y/N) began to kick and claw at its wrist, using every bit of strength she had to try and pull the thingâs hand away as dark spots slowly fill her vision. The deep laugh left itâs mouth, but she could just barely hear any sort of sound, the female grunting as she lifts her foot and delivers a rough kick to itâs stomach.
This made it grunt and stumble away, releasing her neck from its harsh grip. (Y/N) fell to her knees, taking in large gulps of oxygen while her hand held her burning throat. She looks up, seeing the creature stand up with the same sickening grin.
Though her mind screamed to run and shout for help, her trembling body reacts on its own, a new surge of adrenaline pumping through her veins.
(Y/N) pushed herself up and lunged at it, roughly shoving it out the door way and into the hall. When the demonic being gripped her arms, digging itâs nails into her skin, she ripped her arms away, leaving red scratches. In a motion one would use to try to ram a door, her shoulder collides with its body, effectively knocking it down and into the break room. In the spur of adrenaline, she didnât wait for it to get back up and slams the door shut, locking it faster than she could even process it. She steps back, heavily breathing while her wide eyes stare into the window of the door, seeing the thing now lying on the ground. The black mist that previously surrounded it began to pour off its body, revealing the short brown-haired girl from before.
âWhat...?â She whispers in disbelief, her body beginning to feel sluggish while his neck held a throbbing pain. Her breathing was uneven, staring at the unconscious girl through the door. âWas she possessed...? It was that thing... It was the-â
âHey (Y/N) darling, could you get me a size medium in the black jeans for me? (Y/N)?â (Y/N)âs head whipped towards Lisa who stared at her in growing worry. She saw that the poor teen was clearly shaken up, fear evident in her eyes, looking as if she just saw a ghost.
â(Y/N) darling whatâs wrong?â She asks and comes closer and gently placed her hand on her shoulder only for the female to flinch. Her frown deepens, looking into her eyes.
âWhy donât you go home (Y/N). I can tell you have trouble sleeping so itâs best you get some rest okay? Me and Bill can close up the place for today.â (Y/N) looks at the female, too scared to move but glances at the break room. The brown-haired girl began to sit up, brows furrowing in pain and confusion as she reached a hand up to hold her head.
(Y/N) nods slowly, offering a weak smile to which she returned. She walks down the hall quick, grabbing her bag and leaving the store. Her hands held a tight grip on the straps, (E/C) orbs staring down at the concrete ground beneath her feet.
Thoughts and questions bounced around her mind, each making her head thump with a dull headache. âThat was a demon...it had to have been right? Is it the reason I have those nightmares? Am I going crazy? Did anyone else see it? What if itâs my imagination? â
(Y/N)âs hand reached up, gently touching the skin on her neck where the thing had grabbed her and flinching when she felt pain. âIt couldnât have been.â
The female shook her head, walking faster to get home but glancing over her shoulder every few steps. Paranoia settled in her mind, but she pushed it back, relaxing her hold on the poor bag. âMaybe I shouldnât have stayed up watching reruns..â
ââ
By the time (Y/N) got back home she was a lot calmer then before but that didnât stop her stares going off into the distance, thinking of the millions of questions filling her mind.
She opens the door to his home and was seconds away from making a B line to her room when a familiar voice stopped her.
âHey (N/N), youâre back early.â (Y/N)âs dad stood in the open kitchen connecting with the living room, smiling at his daughter. Upon closer inspection a frown settled on his lips.
âYou okay sweetheart? You look...exhausted..â He mumbles and reached out to place a hand on her shoulder. (Y/N) shook her head and flashed a grin towards the black-haired man.
âYeah! Lisa let me off early, store was slow. Iâm just gonna go take a nap âkay?â Yoshi frowns while he looks at (Y/N), his hand lightly squeezing her shoulder before pulling away.
âAlright then.. Just donât sleep for too long, I will be making my famous rice cakes for dinner.â (Y/N) nods and sets her bag down onto the couch, leaving for her room quite quickly in hopes to sleep this day off if her nightmares could graciously not plague her dreams once again.
Yoshi watched his daughter leave, staring for a few moments before turning back to continue making dinner. His brows were creased, his steal grey eyes staring down at the stove. He turns towards the counter and grabs his phone, beginning to shift through many contacts. He glances over his shoulder for a second before dialing, holding the phone up to his ear. He waited as it rung, his stern gaze looking to the ground once the phone picked up.
âWell if it isnât Yoshi Sukiyaki~ Itâs been quite some time hasnât dear old friend?â Yoshi didnât waste any time, not caring to make conversation with the flamboyant man.
âItâs getting worse. Sheâs been attacked by one of those things.â Yoshiâs voice held pent up anger, saying âthingsâ with poison in his mouth, scowling at the very thought.
With these words the male on the other line went silent, soon followed by a long sigh.
âI was hoping it wouldnât have come to this so soon but I guess thereâs no helping it. You leave by tomorrow. The longer you wait the more will find and come after her.â Yoshi was shocked, his fist clenching at his side but reluctantly huffs. âThatâs too soon...â His thoughts echoed but he shook his head.
âI....Fine. I rather have her hate me for a few days then in danger...or even dead.â
Blue exorcist x male reader chapter one (comment if you want me to make a female reader version) (prepare yourself, its hella long)
Everything feltâŚ. Light. (Y/N) couldnât see anything. His body felt like a feather, almost like he didnât even have one. âWhat is this? Where⌠â (Y/N) trails off as he hears a dull muffle, the sound soft but faint.
âSomeoneâs speaking, what are they saying? They sound⌠angry..â The sound grew louder, hearing it ring in his ears. He tried to make sense of the muffles, but it was as if he was underwater. He tried to move but found no success. He couldnât feel his body.
(Y/N) began to panic, confused as to why his senses were gone. The moment his panicked thoughts began to grow so did the voice. A few more voices joined, and chaos ensued.
But just as quick as the voices grew, everything stopped. The light was gone, replaced with a deep darkness. He couldnât see anything but felt his body. He flexed his fingers, his breaths uneven. He felt his feet on the ground but looking down he saw nothing but black. (Y/N) saw his bare feet seemingly on flat ground, his brain having trouble making sense of any of this. âWhere am I..?â His shaken voice echoed off invisible walls.
Whispers. (Y/N)âs head whips around, looking around with fear as he hears quiet whispers echoing around him. His hands reached up towards his head, covering his ears as they grew in numbers.
âStopâŚâ (Y/N) weakly whispers with his eyes screwed shut.
âI said stop!â He shouts into the dark abyss, silencing the low chorus of whispers. He slowly opens his eyes, staring down at his feet. Color drains from his face, seeing a red glow shine on his legs. His breathing became uneven as his hands trembled. His mind begged him to not look, fearing for what would be revealed. His eyes slowly inch up from his feet to meet two glowing red orbs, the eyes pierced his soul, a chill running down his spine. His heartbeat races, creating a harsh thumping in his ears. Sharp glistening white teeth stretched into a sickening grin, giving him awful images of how they could easily rip his body to shreds.
(Y/N) trembles before the creature as it began to let out a spine-chilling laugh, his mind screaming at him to move but found his body frozen in place once again. The creature made steps for him, their sadistic laugh growing in volume before lunging for the male.
âNo!!â
(Y/N) bolts up into a sitting position, his chest heaving while his eyes were wide open. Sweat shined on his (S/C) skin and dampened the roots of his (H/C) locks, is hands gripping tight to the heated sheets beneath him. His eyes strained in the dark to scan the room, searching for the red eyed beast that taunted his mind. (Y/N) looks down to his hands, releasing the sheets to run a shaky hand through his hair.
Once relaxed a soft groan rumbled in his throat, pulling his legs over the edge of his bed and letting his feet make contact with the cool flooring. The teen looks towards his desk, seeing the bright red blocky numbers of his alarm clock which displayed 7:48 AM. (Y/N) willed himself to stand to his feet, scratching the side of his neck while he moved towards his door. He definitely needed a shower. Both to relax his muscles and to wash away the now cooled off sweat adorning his skin.
(Y/N) was glad that his father was gone at work because he didnât know if he could come up with a lie as to why he looked like he ran a marathon and why he had shouted ânoâ in his room. He scratches his head a bit, glancing at his fatherâs door before turning into the bathroom.
He was met with his reflection when he flips the light switch on, now able to see his physical appearance. Slight bags under his eyes, bedhead hair matted together by sweat and pale skin to bring out his tired eyes.
Dreams like this have been going on for quite some time, starting just the beginning of last year. First it was a onetime thing, one nightmare thought to never come back again. That was until three months later he had a different but related dream. Nightmares soon became frequent, telling his father about it once or twice but never telling what his dream was about. He figured he should keep it to himself, hoping they would go away eventually.
âA year later and theyâre still here...â (Y/N) sighs through his nose and began to take off his clothes, ready for his shower before work.
He only worked on weekends, the only time he had off due to classes. What irked him was that his father worked every day of the week, weekends included. Being an accountant, (Y/N) didnât understand why he wouldnât have any sort of days off however he never questioned it, thinking that was the harsh adult life.
A nice calming shower later, (Y/N) emerges from the bathroom while drying his damn (H/C) locks from any water. He quickly changes into his work clothes, grabbing his wallet phone and keys before rushing downstairs. He planned to head straight out the door until a small orange note caught his attention from the corner of his eye. He glanced over, reaching towards the small paper to pluck it off the fridge.
âIâll be back earlier tonight than usual, work let me off early. Make sure to eat and if you do not eat then donât think I wonât find out young man. Love dad.â (Y/N) rolled his eyes at the note but a small smile growing on his lips. He figured he would eat once he got to the store. âAt least dad will be back earlier.â
ââââ
(Y/N) opens the door to the small store causing a soft little bell to go off, announcing his presence. A few people were inside looking around and he could see two of his coworkers were still there.
â(Y/N)! About damn time! Thought you might have been dead.â (Y/N) snickers to hear the voice of Bill, another teen who was a good few years older than him.
âOh shut up Iâm on time!â (Y/N) strolls over behind the counter and hung his bag on a few hooks for the employees. He plops down onto a stool, watching and Bill helped out a customer at the cashier a few feet next to him. There was another woman, Lisa, in her mid-thirties who also worked there, always fixing things in the back or helping customers around the store.
âSo, anything new?â (Y/N) question and stares at the male who waved to the woman leaving the store.
âNope. Not much goinâ on over here. I did finish moving though,â the green-haired male turned to (Y/N), âhow about you? Any chance at getting a date?â (Y/N) blushed brightly and waved his hand with a nervous laugh. âOf course not, no sane person would dare come in a twenty-mile radius of me.â
(Y/N) has never been the best at dating others. He often had crushes, falling for many and going on a few dates. But once he dated them for anything longer than a week, they would always come back the next day bruised and shaken up. They would break up with him, scared half to death and giving no reason before avoiding him like the plague. He never understood why no matter how hard he tried to figure it out and eventually stopped going out, keeping his crushes a secret so they wouldnât leave him a week later.
Needless to say, he wasnât doing so great in the dating department.
(Y/N) shook off the conversation and changed the subject, beginning to take a stack of clothes and placing colored sale stickers on each one. The rest of the day was filled with some work, the occasional customer and charting with Bill.
(Y/N) opens his mouth to speak once again to Bill, wanting to continue their conversation on Billâs fears of Bakemono and him explaining why he hates cats but stops when a female walks up to the counter.
âHello! Can you help me? I want this shirt but there arenât any in my size.â A short female with long brown curls spoke, holding up a plain black tee. Bill was currently helping another customer at the cash register so (Y/N) smiled, standing up from his stool to hep the pretty girl.
âOf course! Follow me.â (Y/N) says and gently took the shirt, checking the tag and brand before he began to walk to the back where the storage room was directly across from the break room. He takes out his keys and unlocks the door, going straight to one of the many boxes along the walls, with his back turned towards her. He knew where most of it was by heart, having come back there all the time for sizes clothes not on shelves or to check for extras. He took out a small stack, looking through them all.
âSo what size were you looking f-â (Y/N) turned back around to face the female only to be cut off by a rather strong hand around his throat. A choked gasp left his lips, dropping the clothes in shock when his head and back collided with the wall.
There in front of him stood not the short cute girl from before but black shadowy being with black mist radiating off of it. The being had no facial features or no features of any kind, just a shadowy humanoid figure. What sent chills of terror down his spine was the deep glowing blood red eyes with no pupils and a razor-sharp toothed grin that unnaturally stretched across her face.
(Y/N)âs eyes were as wide as dinner plates as he gripped and clawed at its arm that kept him in such a tight grip, his feet just centimeters above the ground. If it werenât for its inhuman grasp cutting off his air circulation he would be hyperventilating.
â(Y/N)~â The voice that left its lips sounded deep and guttural, a manâs demonic voice different than the sweet voice he previously heard as it tightened its grip on his neck. (Y/N) began to kick and claw at its wrist, using every bit of strength he had to try and pull the thingâs hand away as dark spots slowly fill his vision. The deep laugh left it, but he could just barely hear any sort of sound, the male grunting as he lifts his foot and delivers a rough kick to its stomach.
This made the thing grunt and stumble away, releasing his neck from its harsh grip. (Y/N) fell to his knees, taking in large gulps of oxygen while his hand held his burning throat. He looks up, seeing the thing stand up with the same sickening grin.
Though his mind screamed to run and shout for help, his trembling body reacts on its own, a new surge of adrenaline pumping through his veins.
(Y/N) pushed himself up and lunged at the thing, roughly shoving it out the door way and into the hall. When it gripped his arms, digging its nails into his skin, he ripped his arms away, leaving red scratches. In a motion one would use to try and ram a door, his shoulder collides with its body, effectively knocking it down and into the break room. In the spur of adrenaline, he didnât wait for the thing to get back up and slams the door shut, locking it faster than he could even process it. He steps back, heavily breathing while his wide eyes stare into the window of the door, seeing the thing now lying on the ground. The black mist that previously surrounded it began to pour off its body, revealing the short brown-haired girl from before.
âWhat...?â He whispers in disbelief, his body beginning to feel sluggish while his neck held a throbbing pain. His breathing was uneven, staring at the unconscious girl through the door. âWas she possessed...? It was that thing... It was the-â
âHey (Y/N) darling could you get me a size medium in the black jeans for me? (Y/N)?â (Y/N)âs head whipped towards Lisa who stared at him in growing worry. She saw that the poor teen was clearly shaken up, fear evident in his eyes, looking as if he just saw a ghost.
â(Y/N) darling whatâs wrong?â She asks and comes closer and gently placed her hand on his shoulder only for the male to flinch. Her frown deepens, looking into his eyes.
âWhy donât you go home (Y/N). I can tell you have trouble sleeping so itâs best you get some rest okay? Me and Bill can close up the place for today.â (Y/N) looks at the female, too scared to move but glances at the break room. The brown-haired girl began to sit up, brows furrowing in pain and confusion as she reached a hand up to hold her head.
(Y/N) nods slowly, offering a weak smile to which she returned. He walks down the hall quick, grabbing his bag and leaving the store. His hands held a tight grip on the straps, (E/C) orbs staring down at the concrete ground beneath his feet.
Thoughts and questions bounced around his mind, each making his head thump with a dull headache. âThat was a demon...it had to have been right? Is it the reason I have those nightmares? Am I going crazy? Did anyone else see it? What if itâs my imagination? â
(Y/N)âs hand reached up, gently touching the skin on his neck where the thing grabbed him and flinching when he felt pain. âIt couldnât have been.â
The male shook his head, walking faster to get home but glancing over his shoulder every few steps. Paranoia settled in his mind, but he pushed it back, relaxing his hold on the poor bag. âMaybe I shouldnât have stayed up watching reruns..â
ââ
By the time (Y/N) got back home he was a lot calmer then before but that didnât stop his stares going off into the distance, thinking of the millions of questions filling his mind.
He opens the door to his home and was seconds away from making a B line to his room when a familiar voice stopped him.
âHey (N/N), youâre back early.â (Y/N)âs dad stood in the open kitchen connecting with the living room, smiling at his son. Upon closer inspection a frown settled on his lips.
âYou okay bud? You look...exhausted..â He mumbles and reached out to place a hand on his shoulder. (Y/N) shook his head and flashed a grin towards the black-haired man.
âYeah! Lisa let me off early, store was slow. Iâm just gonna go take a nap âkay?â Yoshi frowns while he looks at (Y/N), his hand lightly squeezing his shoulder before pulling away.
âAlright then.. Just donât sleep for too long, I will be making my famous rice cakes for dinner.â (Y/N) nods and sets his bag down onto the couch, leaving for his room quite quickly in hopes to sleep this day off if his nightmares could graciously not plague his dreams once again.
Yoshi watched his son leave, staring for a few moments before turning back to continue making dinner. His brows were creased, his steal grey eyes staring at down the stove. He turns towards the counter and grabs his phone, beginning to shift through many contacts. He glances over his shoulder for a second before dialing, holding the phone up to his ear. He waited as it rung, his stern gaze looking to the ground once the phone picked up.
âWell if it isnât Yoshi Sukiyaki~ Itâs been quite some time hasnât dear old friend?â Yoshi didnât waste any time, not caring to make conversation with the flamboyant man.
âItâs getting worse. Heâs been attacked by one of those things.â Yoshiâs voice held pent up anger, saying âthingsâ with poison in his mouth, scowling at the very thought.
With these words the male on the other line went silent, soon followed by a long sigh.
âI was hoping it wouldnât have come to this so soon but I guess thereâs no helping it. You leave by tomorrow. The longer you wait the more will find and come after him.â Yoshi was shocked, his fist clenching at his side but reluctantly huffs. âThatâs too soon...â His thoughts echoed but he shook his head.
âI....Fine. I rather have him hate me for a few days then in danger...or even dead.â
âMarvelous! Iâll see you very soon Yoshi.â
Author: OH my dear LORD is this a long first chapter. I have a huge story planned and I hope you guys like it and if you have any criticism feel free to tell me! I hope this doesnât suck, I really think that sometimes I can be too detailed and too repetitive with what I say but I tried ~.~â
