so, itās a high school reunion, and youāre sitting with a bunch of old classmates, some classmates you've still interact with, some you barely remember.
the room feel nostalgic, everyoneās laughing, and then someone suggests a stupid game, spin the bottle, but with dares. not just any dares, though. Itās like, spin the bottle meets truth or dare on steroids. someone even yells to flip the bottle and everyoneās hyped. youāre sitting there, lowkey praying the bottle doesnāt point at you, because you know these dares are gonna be wild.
the bottleās spinning, and youāre holding your breath, hoping it lands on your friend next to you. youāre already giggling inside. but then ā oh no ā the bottle starts slowing down, and your heart sinks. it stops. right. in. front. of. you.
fuck my life, you think. pure bad luck. and then you see where the other endās pointing. Itās him. the guy who totally hated you back in high school. you swear, you almost want to curse fate right there. and now heās looking at you, eyebrows raised like heās just as shocked. youāre ready to bolt, already stammering some excuse like, āuh, Iām good, Iāll passāā
but your friends? oh, theyāre no help. one of themās like, āYAY! the dareās set! you two gotta do 7 minutes inside cupboard!ā
locked in a cupboard for seven minutes. seven whole minutes. youāre screaming internally, why this? why him? you glance at him, expecting him to shut it down, because no way heās cool with this, right? but he just shrugs, avoiding your eyes, and mumbles, āguess it canāt be helped.ā
before you knew it, the group was shoving you both toward this tiny closet. the door slammed shut, and you heard the click of the lock. it was so cramped, you could barely move. he was right in front of you, one hand braced against the wall by your head, his body way too close.
you could feel his breath, and it made your skin prickle. the air was thick, and you were already sweating, trying not to panic. you couldnāt even look at him, so you stared at the wall, muttering, ālook, sorry about this. letās justā¦ forget this ever happened when we get out, okay?ā
he didnāt say anything back. youāre still kinda scared of him ā yeah, heās still scary, but heās looking more handsome now, and that actually makes your heart beat way too fast. youāre afraid he might hear it.
then he speaks, voice low, repeating something you just said, āforget this, huh?ā you nod, nervous, but before you can say anything else, he leans in. way closer. your backās already against the wall, and his bodyās practically pinning you. good, youāre trapped. his face is inches from yours, and youāre like, āwhat are youāā
but then he kisses you. slow, soft at first, like heās testing the waters. he pulls back, staring into your soul, one hand gently cupping your face. youāre frozen, heart racing, body tingling. you canāt even form words. itās too much. the air feels thick, suffocating.
then he kisses you again, deeper this time, and you can't help yourself to you lean into it, arms wrapping around his neck. you donāt know if itās the heat of the cupboard or the fact that, deep down, youāve always had a thing for him, but youāre into it.
he whispers your name between kisses, his voice all husky, and his hands start wanderingālower, brushing your thighs. your breath hitches, and you hear yourself whisper, āmore.ā
he pauses, eyes locked on yours, like heās asking for permission. you nod, barely thinking straight. next thing you know, heās undoing his belt, and oh, his dickās out, hard and ready. youāre both moving fast now, like youāre racing the clock. he tugs your panties down, and youāre already so worked up you donāt even care.
he slides in, slow at first, and you gasp, hands flying to cover your mouth so you donāt moan too loud. the cupboard creaks as he starts moving, his eyes never leaving yours. his hairās all messy, sweat dripping down his face, and itās so very attractive of him.
four minutes in, heās got his head buried in your shoulder, kissing your neck, and you whimper his name. you clench around him, and he groans, teeth gritted, clearly feeling it.
youāre both so lost in each other, you forget the timer, forget everything. he picks up the pace, and youāre whispering, ānnhā Iām gonnaāā before you cum, hard, muffling your moans with your hands. He grabs your hips, slamming into you one last time before he finishes, cumming inside you.
youāre both panting, trying to catch your breath, when you realize ā shit, itās been seven minutes. he quickly pulls his pants up, you fix your clothes, and he steals one more kiss before you both try to act normal. exceptā¦ the doorās still locked.
nine minutes passed before the door finally opened. apparently, they āforgotā about you guys. he just tsks, annoyed, and youāre standing there, sweaty and legs a bit wobbling.
your friend question you because of how sweaty you are. you stammer, āI-Itās hot in there, okay? super small cupboard.ā but your face is burning, and youāre barely holding it together, wondering how you went from dreading this toā¦ whatever this was with the guy you thought hated you.
(F1 x Reader | Lando Norris AU | Slow Burn + Power Imbalance)
Title: Flight Risk
Chapter 1: Terms of Arrangement
Monaco glittered like a promise it never intended to keep. Between tram rides, unpaid simulator hours, and a bank balance that mocked her ambition, (Y/n) was running out of runway. Becoming a pilot meant sacrifice, but no one warned her how lonely it would feel to want something this badly in a city built for people who already had everything.
One suggestion. One app. One decision she never thought sheād make.
What she expected was desperation dressed as luxury.
What she found instead was Landoāmeasured, private, and offering an arrangement that came with boundaries instead of demands. Money without ownership. Time without obligation. Kindness without explanation.
Until reality collided with the truth she hadnāt bothered to search for.
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š¬ "Youāre seventeen, (Y/n). Youāreā¦ brilliant. Funny. So grounded. And it terrifies me that I even think about you the way I do."
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Not all risks come with turbulence.
Some change the course of your life quietlyāone coffee, one envelope, one unasked question at a time.
š A story about ambition, survival, quiet generosity, and the moment you realize the man helping you fly has been living at impossible speeds all along.
š Note from the Author:
Hi, my dear Alarwynnites š§”š¤
Iām finally back, freshly escaped from my first semester of university. Not gonna lie, it was exhausting but also very worth it. I survived (barely), learned a lot, and somehow made it through multiple research subjects without completely losing my mindā¦ which honestly deserves a medal HAHAHA.
Overall though, I had a really good time, and now that things have settled down a bit, I can finally write again. Iāve missed this so much. Iām excited to start creating new titles for all of you.
I am thinking of diverting a little from Formula 1 (not leaving it, donāt worry) but maybe expanding the universe a bit. Possibly some anime titles (KNY, MHA š), maybe even K-pop idols, or exploring other drivers in Formula 1 beyond just Lando. Nothing too drastic, just following where the inspiration goes.
Thank you, truly, for still being here and supporting me even when I went quiet. Your patience means more than you know. Love you all, always š§”š¤
The sun, a gentle warmth unlike any felt in the human world, bathed the endless fields of vermilion spider lilies. Each petal seemed to hold a spark of its own, reflecting the light in a dazzling display. A gentle breeze rustled through the blossoms, carrying the sweet scent of nectar and the faint echo of distant laughter. Rengoku, his fiery hair catching the sunlight like a halo, sat beside you, a peaceful smile gracing his features. He reached out, his calloused hand gently brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "It's beautiful here, isn't it?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble, filled with a warmth that resonated deep within your soul.
"It is," you replied, leaning into his touch. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this tranquil paradise. The both of you sat in comfortable silence for a while, simply enjoying each other's presence. The air hummed with an unspoken understanding, a connection forged in a life that felt both distant and intimately close. He plucked a spider lily, its vibrant color a stark contrast against his dark haori. Tucking it behind your ear, he chuckled, the sound as bright and warm as the sun itself. "This suits you," he said, his eyes sparkling with affection.
You reached for his hand, intertwining our fingers. The warmth of his touch sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. "Thank you," you whispered, your heart overflowing with a love that transcended the boundaries of life and death. You both spent the rest of the day wandering through the fields, sharing stories and laughter, the sun a constant companion in our idyllic afterlife. The weight of the past had vanished, replaced by the lightness of eternal peace and the unwavering certainty of a love that would bloom forever in this sun-kissed realm.
OMGOMGOMG I CAME UP WITH AN IDEA ABOUT THE UPPERMOONS AND THE SOULMATE AU WHERE THERE LEAVE HANDPRINTS ON THEIR SOULMATE KEGFSRGJSGJSLGJSLGA
word count:
161 words
Pairings:
Akaza (upper 3) x reader, douma (upper 2) x reader, kokoshibo (upper 1) x reader.
DOUMA (UPPER MOON 2)
His pink, yellow, and pastel blue fingerprints were seen all over your sides and collarbone and a large pair of handprints on either of your sides,
"oh my dearest [reader], don't you look lovely with my marks."
AKAZA (UPPERMOON 3)
His hands left a smeared royal blue handprint on you right hip and left shoulder as he lets go of you from the embrace smiling at you with passion filled eyes.
"[reader], I love you so much"
KOKOSHIBO (UPPER MOON 1)
His hands leave a vibrant red color on your hands and you cheek, he tilts his head and a small almost unnoticeable smile creeps onto his face.
"...You look good with my markings on you like this."
When you are sad and tired, but he's always there for you, he would give you a hug and let you cry if you feel like crying, he would cheer you, making or ordering your favorite food, cuddling you and doing stuff you both enjoy like watching movies, shows and making desserts, he would also ask you if you want to walk in a park and get some fresh air. But if you want to be alone, he will leave you for a moment and come back to you again, he will give you space but he wanted to make sure that you know he's always there for you and wanted to make you happy again :')
The next day whether you feel better or still sad you both go outside as he insists and he will bring you to the mall to go shopping and spoils you <3 and you both will eat at your favorite restaurant or try a new restaurant :)
- Vyn Richter, Marius Von Hagen, Artem Wing, Luke Pearce, Ayato Kamisato, Kaveh, Jing Yuan, Luocha, Shoto Todoroki, Rengoku, Obanai, Megumi (And other CHARACTERS you like)
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Muichiro hummed against their lips, parting lightly. They gently caressed his face with a smile. The two had been making out for a while, sitting atop the highest building in Okutama.
He gazed dryly, "Have you ever... thought about it?"
"Hm?" They tilted their head lazily.
"You never leave," he started. "Through all that happens, you always come back to this spot. Why?"
"Well, you're always here waiting, right?"
"That's true..." Pink dusted his cheeks in the slightest.
They took his hand, connecting their lips once more, "Then call us even."Ā
He kissed back. "Do you love me?" His eyes stood barely shut.Ā
A/N: I've been trying to post this for like 2 hours now and I'm about to explode. Still, I hope this is to your liking dear! I had so much fun writing this!
Word Account: 2460
Requested by: @donthugme1mscared
āTanjiroā¦ Where do you think you are going without your scarf?ā
Upon seeing his older sister on the downhill of their house, Tanjiro smiled awkwardly at her oh-not-so impressed expression while scratching his neck with his right hand. You could only sigh at your brothers antics while walking towards him with the basket that was once full of coal and taking your own scarf off of your neck, you wrapped it around your brotherās. Tanjiro was busy looking at his sister tendig to him and fussing over him though.
Since the beginning, even if they couldnāt really remember, You have always been a part of the family even if their parents told them that you were adopted when they were old enough. But Nezuko and him didnāt believe at all since youā¦ looked like them quite a lot with burgundy hair and eyes which made people confuse you and TanjiroĀ as twins. At those times, you would only smile gently and tell them that āNo, in fact Iām their adopted sister but thanks for the compliment sir.ā which made him and the younger ones sad and as soon as you saw the effects of your words on their little, chubby faces, you would drop everything and rush to them and play with them, promising that you will never say anything like that ever again.
Though, the part where you looked exactly the same was still a mystery to their mother and father. They were sure that they didnāt have any relatives and that they didnāt have any children before but still,that didnāt makeĀ them love you any less.
Another confusing trait of you was thatā¦ even at such a young age, youĀ were quite strong for a little girl. You used to be found with your father, helping him get up and walk, even begging to learn his dance or assisting your mother by carrying two or three of your siblings at the same time.Your parents would worry about you and always ask whether it hurts to carry them or not, in which you always replied with;
āMy siblings can never be a bother to me. Iām grateful to help you both, mom!ā
And you were also very protective of Nezuko since every man- even the older ones- would ask for her hand in marriage and you would always do the same: Challenge them to a little fight. If they win against you, you would let the marriage happen( Not actuallyā¦) and if notā¦ The man would be in a death bed at the end of your fight. Nezuko always warned you to not to do something irresponsible and you would grumble into your scarf which was always around your neck and let her tend to your wounds.
But there was something you didnāt know: There were men around their town, even in the other ones, that wanted to marry you, saying that you truly were a beauty alongside your sister and that you would give birth to strong- Waitā¦ GiVe BiRtH?!
He soon felt her fingers on his forehead but before he would relish in his sisterās soft touch, you flicked his forehead, making him whine in protest. You startd to laugh at your brother and swinged your arm around his shoulder while ruffling his hair.
āTanjiro, you got lost in your dreamland again! But youāre lucky you are cute when youāre too deep in your mind. By the way donāt try to cut your hair. It looks so good on you, dear brother!ā
At your compliment and subtle threat, he flushed and wrapped his arms around your waist as well. You then let go of him to find your other siblings while his mom was wiping the dirt off of his face. Soon, their younger siblings came forward, stating that they wanted to go with their elder siblings which their mom rejected, saying that they couldnāt walk as fast as they can. The children started to beg to their brother but soon was interrupted by their sister who was cracking her back while walking towards them. They tried their chances with her but only thing they had gotten from you was a simple shake of your head with a smile.
Like Tanjiro, you also promised to read to them and tell stories while Takeo was standing behind you with a long face. You chuckled at his behaviour and told him to not act like tsundere which he started to argue with you that he wasnāt. Before you two could go on more, your mother cleared her throat and you only smiled sheepishly and kissed your siblings and mother on the cheek after saying goodbye to them.
Without knowing that your happines wouldnāt last long...
When you two returned back after staying at that old manās hut, a sight that will haunt you forever was in front of you both. Nezuko was laying on the ground with Rokuta under her arms as if she tried to shield him from whoever was there last night. You could only cry softly while Tanjiro was trying to wake her but when you turned your head towards the house, you gasped hardly and widened your eyes, covering your moth with the palm of your hand and making more tears spill out of your eyes. Upon hearing his sister, Tanjiro tried to look up but you immediately closed his eyes and got him away from them while he was trashing in your hold and clawing your forearm, screaming at you to let go of him.
You were still crying over your found-family corpses, the sight was very familiar to you. The smell of blood, the struggle and claw marksā¦ And the horrible smell of someoneā¦ Noā¦ she thought. Whoever was in here last night was the same one who killed her own familyā¦
Then, the memories you tried bury deep inside your heart was surfacing at high speed. You could remember how you wanted to cry over your parentās dead bodies, how you wanted to hug them one last time. You knew you had to run away but before you did, you took your dadās earrings- the same ones as Tanjiroās- and run away, leaving your soul thereā¦.
You shook your head harshly and pinned Tanjiro to the ground and started to scream at him in a high pitched voice.
āTANJIRO! STOP IT YOU CANāT SEE THEM BEACUSE IF YOU DO, THE SIGHT OF THEM WILL FOREVER HAUNT YOU!!ā
He gasped loudly at your words and panted harshly, trying to calm down and when he felt the signs of your grief, your tears, on his cheek, he looked at you with his own Ā tears as well. Even with all of your pain, you smiled reassuringly at him and said,
āPlease Tanjiro, justā¦ Stay here, okay? Iāll go and look at them, please donāt comeā¦ā
āBut what if something is in there!! What if it hurts you like-ā
āWhoever was in there last night, is no longer there. Trust me, I know itā¦ā
He looked at you questioningly but before he would ask what you meant by who , you heard a rustle and when you and your brother turned to see, you saw that Nezuko was huffing softly. Tanjiro immediately bolted to her and took her on his back, walking down the hill alongside with you trying to cover her from the harsh cold.
Both of you promising to yourselves that at least one of your siblings would live...
And these were all 2 years ago. Itās been a little bit more than two years that Urokodaki sensei took them in and taught them everything he knows. You could still remember how hard your training were, how many wounds your brother had gotten due to hand-to-hand combat and the endless running.
Not every part of it was bad though. You both met new people and helped them by saving their loved onesā¦ Even though you now have two more crackheads who are just too loud for their health, one being obsessed over the idea of fighting you since he saw how strong you were; and the other being dead set on marrying either you or your little sibling, made you fist your burgundy locks in frustration. But still you loved and cared for them with your heartā¦
But right now, your biggest concern was your brother who was laying down on the ground while theseā¦ Extraordinary people were standing there, stating that you two should be executed for carrying a demon. You didnāt care about what they said though, just sitting there calmly and looking them with an expressionless face which confused them people before you. Aren't you supposed to be freaking out?
āExcuse meā¦ But why are you so calm about this whole situation? Arenāt you even a little bit scared...?ā
When you heard the honey-like voice of a woman, you turned your head to her and upon seeing her pink and green hair, you looked at her in amazement and said,
āItās irrelevant but your hairā¦ looks so amazing and cuteā¦ Has it always been like that?ā
At what you said, the Love Hashira squealed internally while thinking "She is the one to say that! Her face and eyes and hair looks just as amazing!! What a kind and beautiful girl!". The others looked at you in shock, not believing that you trully didnāt care that they were right here, wanting to kill you and your siblings. Even Tanjiro who just told your story and took water from the short, purple haired woman was in shock at your calmness. He smelled you in case you were hiding your fear but when he smelled nothing and that you were utterly calm about this whole ordeal, he was about to crawl to you before others started to talk again.
āStrangeā¦ You seem like you donāt care about your siblingsā life at all.ā
āOh, itās not like I dontā¦ I just know that you wouldnāt do thatā¦ā
āAnd why wouldnāt we, young lady?ā
āBecause one, we already told our story and even said the name of our mentor, which by the way you can go and search. Two, you can easily find the places we were sent to and qustion the people there about our sister, and if you think you canāt find them, I can easily give you the addresses. Three, we are demon slayers not human slayers but still, of course you can go and try to kill us but without talking to the masterā¦ Well, I do believe that you wouldnāt really do anything without him knowing.ā
At the end of your sentence you smiled at them softly and laughed internally at their shocked faces since they all thought you didnāt know anything about the Corps.
"Patheatic... They think I never heard stories about them from my father when I was a little kid..." you thought. Before you could go on more, you heard a girl begging for the man in front of you who had scars all over his body with no eyebrows to let go of the box, you turned to him and cocked an eyebrow at seeing that he was holding your sisterās box. The purple haired woman in front of you got up slowly and when you sensed her anger, you looked at her strangely but the man didnāt even care about her and started to talk.
āWhat about this demon, boy? You say she can protect people and fight fort he Corps?ā
āThatās incredible! Amazing! Why, thatāsā¦
ā COMPLETELY IMPOSSIBLE, YOU FOOL!!ā
And when the man named Shinazugawa stabbed your sisterās box, making her whine in pain, it was as if someone else was talking to you inside your mind. Protect your family...
Without thinking, you snapped the ropes around your wrists and took your small version of nichirin blade which you always kept hidden inside your uniform. When everyone saw that you easily cut the rope with your sheer power and lunged to Shinazugawa, they only hoped that you wouldnāt end up dead.
Seeing that you were coming at him, Shinazugawa dropped the box harshly and got ready to swing his sword at you but at that moment, something unexpectable happened: you suddenly disappeared from their sights and appeared behind Shinazugawa and kicked him hard on the back, making him bleed through his mouth and when he fell to the ground, you stepped on him with your foot harshly while pointing his sword right at his face. He grunted and tried to move but you put more pressure on his back, creating a cracking sound. The Hashiras were both amazed, shocked and worried about both you and the Wind Pillar. They have never seen someone beat Shinazugawa that easily and they surely havenāt seen someone that powerful and fast either.
Tanjiro could only mutter and amazed āNee-chanā¦ā at you and what you did. Without hearing anything or anyone, you started to threaten the man under you.
āLook at me, you no eyebrows. I donāt fucking care whether you kill me or not, I donāt care about what happened to you because of the demons but know this: Most demons didnāt turn into one willingly, they got manipulated. There are good ones who regrets what they had done even when they die. What kind of unreasonable people are you to not search about what we say? We are already telling you everything but all of you still think that you knew the best!ā
āYou bi-ā
āIāM NOT DONE!! I donāt care what you think about me or if you want me to do seppuku but if you touch my siblings, even insult them, Iāll know it. You saw what Iām capable of, Iāll not hesitate to kill youā¦ Wind Pillarā¦ Understood?ā
Shinazugawa was getting ready to insult you again but he felt a burning sensation on his cheek and when he turned his head to look at it, he widened his eyes at seeing that it was becoming a burning red slowly. He raised his eyes to your face and nodded, being a little scared of you. You then went back to your smiling state and dropped his sword and went to stand next to your brother whose eyes were so widened that you worried they would really pop off of his skull. You saw that the Hashiras had questions about you but before they would utter their words, a synchronized set of girl voices were heard, saying that Oyakata-sama came.
You, alongside the Hashiras knelt in front of the leader of the Corps in respect which shocked the Hashiras again. He slowly walked to the porch with the help of his daugters and started to talk in a calm voice.
"Welcome, my dear children..."
All rights goes to Koyoharu Gotouge. Don't copy, share or translate my works without my consent.
-this was such an ambitious story lmao. Been working on it since last year and only a few weeks ago published the first chapter on Quotev. Here is the prologue. Please check it out on Quotev! This has consumed nearly 85% of my time, haha.
-Here is the full story
Summary: Chisaki (Y/n) is a girl who brings out the best in people. She doesn't realise it, but that becomes the very reason many people can't hate her. When she is transported to the past, she befriends a demon and survives until the final battle until dawn. (Y/n) dies, but before she can cross over to the other side, she is thrust back home with a second chance. In her hasty return, Chisaki Kai learns of the devastating life his sister endured and begins to doubt his unethical plans. In a futile attempt to stay focused, Kai agrees to allow (Y/n) the chance to apply to U.A., the #1 hero school in all of Japan. Unfortunately, the comeback of the world of demons disrupts her bright future in the path to hero.
At the age of six, Chisaki (Y/n) had been taken off the streets by a kind, old man. He treated (Y/n) and her brother like they were his own grandchildren. They were fed, bathed, clothed, and taught in a respectable manner despite the circumstances--despite the fact that the Chisaki siblings were nobodies.Ā
At the age of seven, (Y/n) finally understood whoĀ the old man was: a crime lord too tired to thoroughly engage in the usual 'white-collar' crimes. Whatever that meant. He didn't seem all too interested in being as hands-on as in the past. Oyaji had three children to take care of now, not just one (and he was fine with that). There was nothing more satisfying than living comfortably and seeing his family grow.
By the age of eight, (Y/n) had stuck close to her brother's side, learning and observing the work he would eventually pick up as the heir. It was a dirty business filled with crime, yet somehow, Oyaji refused to engage in the dealing of drugs, or 'adult entertainment'. It was ingrained in Kai and (Y/n) never to mess with drugs because they were 'a poison that benefited only those who sold it'.
When (Y/n) turned ten, everything changed. It began on a cold December at the cusp of the New Year. The sun had barely shone over the horizon, but it was time to head to school. (Y/n) rose to her alarm clock with a long sigh. She quickly dressed, taking care to keep herself looking smart and tidy. When she made her way to the kitchen, savoury smells of soy sauce and egg filled her nose.
"Good morning, (Y/n)." oyaji greeted. He turned off the stove and motioned to a plate at the table tucked in the corner. Kai lazily yawned from his seat. "Hi."
(Y/n) greeted everyone with a groggy wave and a noise in the back of her throat. It was too early to speak to anyone. She turned to lazily grab a bowl of rice. When she made her way to the stove, the Old Man helped place a fried egg over her rice with a spoon of soy sauce and a sprinkle of sesame seeds.Ā
(Y/n) slid into the seat beside Kai and their oyaji sat across from them. "I have some business to take care of this week." he announced. "I'll be back by Saturday evening, so until then, you both take care of each other." (Y/n) mustered a nod as Kai muttered a brief 'okay'. The Old Man occasionally had business across the other side of Japan. Whatever it was that was so important, (Y/n) would never know.
As long as the Old Man didn't run into trouble, she was fine with seeing him leave. It would only be a little while. Then, she could see him all she wanted when he came home. "Kai," Oyaji said, "watch your sister while I'm gone. Take care of her, you're fifteen now. And cook in the morning too, don't wake up just to read a book." Kai nodded in understanding. When the Oyaji spoke, his word was law, and for good reason too.
"I understand." Kai said. "What exactly are you going to be doing?" Oyaji waved him off. "I'll tell you when I come back." (Y/n) spooned a bit of rice into her mouth. When she finished her food, she went to wash the dishes. Cool water splashed between her fingers as Kai and Oyaji discussed business--business (Y/n) wasn't needed in. Her hands were not clean, but her mind, etched with information and pictures of world, spoke of years she didn't need to live so early.Ā
"It's almost six thirty," (Y/n) noted. "We should leave." Oyaji ruffled (Y/n)'s dark locks affectionately. "I will see you both Saturday." He did the same to Kai. "Take care of each other."
The ride to school was uneventful. In the warm car sheltering the siblings from the winter chill, they were nice and toasty and unfortunately sleepy. Hari sat beside Kai, half asleep. He snored lightly.
"You're so grumpy today." (Y/n) remarked, kicking Kai's leg. She watched the scenery flash by as he yawned. "I want to sleep, why else would I be grumpy? It's Monday, who in the world likes Monday?" (Y/n) snorted. "Me too, but if I don't talk enough, then I'll fall asleep."
"Here," Kai handed her his water bottle. Even with the heat blasted on high, it remained half frozen solid (that's what Kai got for leaving it in the car overnight). "Cold water keeps me awake." (Y/n) took the bottle and pressed her cheek to its surface. "This is nice, but it makes me so relaxed I think I'll sleep anyway." A huff left Kai's lips. "That's as far as I can help, Imouto. That's a 'you' issue now."
Hari yawned wide. "I'll gladly take it if you don't want it, (Y/n)." She handed it to him, chuckling lightly. "Not sure it's gonna help."
The car came to a stop. (Y/n) got out with a wave to the two boys. Kai and Hari were a juniour high students, so they went to a different school not too far from here. They waved back. As (Y/n) turned towards the gates, the swerve of a car hit her ears. Everything happened so suddenly. The car barreled out of control, veering frantically to the side and straight towards (Y/n).Ā
Cold. That was the first feeling that erupted in (Y/n)'s bones. Misty white clouds left her lips as she stared up into the gray skies of winter. Passersby stopped to crowd the scene, some honking their cars while others watched in a stunned sense of fear. A strong pair of arms held fast and tight to her body. Something...something inside her shifted, and then her numb limbs began to explode in pain. Spots danced in (Y/n)'s vision as she turned to look up.Ā
"Don't close your eyes." Kai commanded, cheeks red from the cold. "Hari called 119 already, they're coming soon, okay?" (Y/n) weakly leaned towards Kai's warm chest. She didn't want to hear his loud voice, it was scary when he got angry.
"Stay awake!" Panic bubbled in Kai's throat. For some reason, (Y/n) wasn't getting better. She looked paler than before, the colour drained from her cheeks. Was there anything more he could do with his Quirk? Reassembling (Y/n)'s broken bones, vessels, and flesh wasn't enough. But why? Why when his Quirk always worked before?
There must be something else Kai couldn't see. A broken part, or perhaps internal bleeding? He placed a hand over (Y/n)'s stomach and activated his Quirk. She violently coughed, a sea of blood dripping down her chin. No, no, what happened?
Hari knelt beside Kai, eyes wide. "Why is your Quirk not working?" Kai could only shake his head. He didn't know what to do and that scared him. If he didn't know what to do, then how was he to help? Kai took a look at the red coating his bare hands and then the gloss like ice over (Y/n)'s eyes.
She would die from blood loss long before the ambulance showed up. If he didn't do something, anything, then the blood would forever stain his hands. Kai brushed dark strands of hair away from (Y/n)'s freezing face. This was filthy, dirty work, but for his sister? Oh, Kai would do anything.
"Don't--don't close your eyes." He cursed the faint crack in his voice. "You have to stay awake." He placed his index and middle finger to (Y/n)'s cold wrist, where a faint pulse drummed against his warm hand. He pulled out a handkerchief and blotted at the blood tainting (Y/n)'s delicate face.
"It's going to be okay," Kai heaved out a shaky breath, "your Nii-chan won't leave you."
An onlooking mother covered her mouth and burst into tears, terrified sobs so distant to Kai's ears. "(Y/n)," his golden eyes were the only source of light, "you have to stay with me, too. Fight!"
Chisaki (Y/n)'s eyes fluttered open and closed. The nagging want to sleep and wait this whole thing tempting. Haunting. It would make things easier, but Kai was begging her. She had to stay awake, for him, for Hari, and for herself. If she fell asleep, there would be no telling whether she'd wake up again. But oh, did everything burn and flare up in pain. It was as if someone had frozen every limb to her last finger, where the merciless chill of frost bit away at her body.
(Y/n)'s breaths were shallow. Pain filled her system and dots danced in her eyes with each deep breath. "That's it," Kai said, voice wavering like the wind. Tears threatened to blind his vision the longer he watched.
I will see you both Saturday. Take care of each other.
If (Y/n) died, would it be his fault? He could already see Oyaji's face filled with rage, filled with anguish, all because he couldn't protect his dear little sister. "I'm sorry," Kai whispered with a shake of his head. (Y/n) wasn't going to die, she couldn't because she was strong. So strong. Resilient. The best sister he could ever ask for.
Kai wasn't fifteen anymore, but that eleven year old stuck in the dirty streets of a bad city. (Y/n) was six, with only the clothes on her back and a (f/c) blanket she forced Kai to share with her. December had been unkind all those years ago, with icy snow and strong gusts of wind. There were no heroes to save them, but at least the rats had finally died from the cold.
"Nii-chan!" (Y/n)'s voice couldn't have been any sweeter. Despite the cold and lack of warmth provided by her thin clothes, she looked happy, maybe a little too happy. Kai raised a brow as (Y/n) skidded to a stop in the late December snow. "What happened to your face?" he grumbled, rubbing at her cheeks with his sleeve. "You're all dirty, again. Did you fall on your way here?" (Y/n) ignored his comment in favour of holding up a plastic bag. "Doesn't matter, look."
Kai jabbed a finger at the Kanji printed over the bag. "I can't read that, what is it? You didn't steal it, right?" The grin on (Y/n)'s lips only widened. "I'm not a petty thief. I was passing by that chicken place near main street when Haku-san gave me this. He hopes we're okay." A scoff left Kai's lips. A random person showing a simple act of generosity? "I don't buy it. Why would someone willingly give you food if not to poison you? There's nothing in it for the other party."
"Maybe this will change your mind." (Y/n) opened the bag and pulled out a paper carton. A savoury scent of honey and garlic hit his nose as (Y/n) handed him a plastic fork. "It's fried chicken!" she excitedly exclaimed. "There's rice too in here, isn't that great?" A frown pulled at the edges of Kai's lips. He still couldn't believe their luck. It had been half a week since either of them had a proper meal, only ever feeding on the scraps gathered after the bakeries and cafes closed (they threw out food they couldn't sell throughout the day).
"Not poisoned?" Kai inquired, poking at the fried chicken cautiously. (Y/n) rolled her eyes, that grin sliding off her lips in favour of a frown to match his own. "Either way, it's eat or die. Itadakimasu." She stuffed some food into her mouth.
"Hey--"
"It's good. Your choice, Nii-chan, starve or enjoy this wonderful chicken with me." The crunch of the chicken couldn't have been anymore satisfying than its taste. Along with the hot side of rice, (Y/n) was content. She shoved the carton towards Kai. "Just be thankful that Haku-san gave us food." she said. "Now eat, or else it'll get cold."
And that was how the Chisaki siblings found themselves sat on a park bench in nothing more than their summer clothes and a single, tattered blanket. "You know," (Y/n) said, "I'm glad you're my brother." Kai knitted his brows together, gaze falling to a tree on his left. "Oh really?" His cheeks grew warm, it was the first time someone had complimented him in a while. "Why are you glad I'm your brother?"
"Because I know you'll never leave me." Kai blinked before bonking (Y/n) on the head. "What are you talking about? Why would I leave you?" She let out a long, annoying whine. "That was a compliment, you dodo bird!"
"Who are you calling a dodo bird?"
"You!" (Y/n) stuck her tongue out at him. "Meanie!" An irritated chuckle left Kai's lips. He raised his hands and poked at her sides with an evil grin. "For that, you'll have to face my mighty wrath!" He took the carton of chicken, set it on the bench, and tickled (Y/n) mercilessly. Her giggles echoed in the quiet of winter, serene and joyful to the chilly nip of its cold.
"Stop it!" she laughed. "I'm--I'm sorry!"
"Never!" Kai exclaimed. "You're say the dumbest things sometimes, I swear!"
The food kept their bellies warm and hearts full with the hope that maybe, just maybe, things would get better. As (Y/n) smiled under the flurries of snow, Kai couldn't have been more content. Life was hard, but as long as they had each other, they would pull through. He knew it deep in his bones.
The memories came flooding back to Kai in a whirl of tears. That December day was just like today. The same snow, the same sky, the same two people on the same Earth. Why were they able to live through that, only to be torn apart by this?
Kai wouldn't stand for such sacrilege. He placed a hand to (Y/n)'s cheeks as a snowflake landed on her red nose. "Don't close your eyes!" He was losing her. "(Y/n), please!"
Life was hard, but as long as they had each other, as long as they were together, it would be okay. It had to be. It had to. "(Y/n)..." Tears trailed down Kai's cheeks and froze against (Y/n)'s ashen face. Was her pulse getting weaker? Why did her eyes keep closing? "Get up, you're fine, you can move. What will Oyaji say when I have to tell him this? He'll be...do you know how he'll react...?"
How could Kai ever go back to normal if not without his dear, younger sister? "And Hari! Hari's waiting for the ambulance right now! (Y/n), you have to stay awake!" Her eyes had already shut, those liquid golden hues hidden under snow covered lashes. "Come on, you can't leave me...!"
A woman reached out to place a hand on Kai's shoulder. He slapped her away. "Don't touch me!" She only frowned sadly. "Young man, your sister--"
Kai ignored her. He turned back to (Y/n), only to pause in horror. (Y/n) was gone--literally. Her body had disappeared from his arms, and if not for the crimson stains across the road, Kai would have thought no one had been there in the first place.
A teenager bundled tightly in scarves dramatically pointed to the spot (Y/n) had been seconds ago. "Did you guys see her disappear, too?!" A mumble of 'yes' and a few swears rippled through the crowd. Their voices were far away, a mere echo of the source of attention. Kai stared at spot (Y/n) had laid in moments ago as snow blanketed it softly. A gust of wind kissed the sides of his face, as if to apologise for what could not be undone.
"You know," (Y/n) had said, "I'm glad you're my brother." Kai didn't think much of her words at the time. There were more important things on his mind, like surviving another frosty night, or fending off criminals who would dare mess with them. Looking back on it, Kai wished he had said something different.
"Oh really?"
What a stupid response.
"Why are you glad I'm your brother?"
(Y/n) had smiled after. Kai thought it was out of happiness or content, yet in those liquid golden eyes, he finally understood. It was not joy, or satisfaction, but fear. Of dying alone in the cold, of losing the only person she cared for. "Because," --(Y/n) forced the brightest smile she could muster-- "I know you'll never leave me."
Ironic. Kai could stay by his sister's side as promised, yet she couldn't do the same. But this was his fault, wasn't it? If only he had done what Oyaji had asked ('Take care of each other'), then none of this would have happened. If only Kai had been quicker. If only Kai had known what to do. If only he had a gosh dang plan. Tears rolled down his cherry-tinted cheeks.
"You can't leave." His hoarse voice was lost to the wind. "(Y/n), you can't leave me."
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