Megumi from another universe kidnapping Yuuji from the current universe. Along with the current universe that only Yuuji gets to live so long (and lonely) there’s also a universe in which Megumi is in the same situation.
featuring: Hajime Umemiya x Sakura's sister Reader
wc: 1.4k
warnings: reader is sakura's elder sister, not fully proofread, mild violence at the end
the first thing people noticed about sakura saruka was his attitude.
the second thing they noticed was his hair.
the third thing, if they were lucky enough to meet her, was his older sister.
unlike sakura, who seemed permanently ready to pick a fight with anyone who looked at him wrong, you carried yourself with an easy confidence. maybe it came from being older, or maybe it came from moving around so much.
either way, when you arrived in makochi, you adjusted quite quickly.
"stop coming to my school," your brother groaned, side-eyeing you from the sidewalk.
you sighed, offering him a small bento with an adorably cute wrap around it. "haruka, i'm literally bringing you lunch."
"i didn't ask you to."
"you forgot it."
"i would've survived."
"you would've starved."
sakura's eye twitched, and you smiled sweetly. it wasn’t like your little brother hated you or anything! he just found it annoying that you had no clue what boundaries were.
"just take the lunch,” you chided, making him grumble under his breath. he snatched the bag from your hands. about to say goodbye, you had barely arrived at furin high's gates when a cheerful voice called out from behind you.
"oh? are you sakura's sister?"
you turned–
and immediately forgot how to breathe.
standing a few feet away was a tall young man with soft white hair and light blue eyes. a friendly smile stretched across his face as if smiling was simply his natural state. the afternoon sunlight seemed to gather around him. and for a moment, everything else faded into the background.
. . .
“y/n?” sakura called, though voice sounded incredibly distant.
your heart slammed against your ribs, and you couldn’t stop thinking about how screwed you were! i mean, the man in front of you was gorgeous.
"um..." the stranger tilted his head, the smile reappearing on his face. "i'm hajime umemiya."
oh, you were done for.
-
and after that day, you developed a problem.
you found reasons to visit furin constantly. sometimes you brought sakura lunch. other times, it was snacks or water. but most of the time, it was things he definitely didn't need.
once, you came back to the school three times– solely to give him umbrellas!
now, it was a known fact that sakura was overly sensitive to people being affectionate. he suddenly understood everything when you handed him a polka dot umbrella while staring at the white-haired upperclassmen watering flowers. his face heated up, and he choked on nothing while having a really difficult time understanding everything going on!
unfortunately, the one person who didn't understand anything was ume himself.
-
"she's really nice!” umemiya beamed, praising you when the topic of sakura’s sister came up. "and she always comes to see sakura, helping him in many ways”
nirei nodded, replying with a, "...right." but in his head, he wanted to say, isn’t it obvious why she’s here?
"it's cute how much she cares about her little brother." ume gushed, his face propped up on the palms on his hands as he talked about you.
nirei blinked. "umemiya."
"hm?"
"have you considered that maybe she comes here for another reason?"
umemiya smiled. "of course."
nirei brightened.
finally.
finally.
"she probably worries about all of us."
…
was nirei talking to a wall?
-
the worst part was that umemiya genuinely adored spending time with you.
he always greeted you first. always shared whatever food he was eating, and always looked happy whenever you arrived.
which should have been encouraging– except every single thing he said made it painfully obvious he thought of you as family.
"you remind me of an older sister."
your soul shattered. "...really?"
"yeah!"
“haha.. probably because I am one! .. to haruka, haha…”
though you tried to laugh it off, you wanted the ground to swallow you whole.
-
you had stopped by furin again, carrying a bag full of food because apparently neither your brother nor his friends knew how to feed themselves properly. and the moment you were near furin, several familiar faces greeted you.
"i'm beginning to think i'm more popular here than sakura,” you commented.
"that's not difficult." he agreed, turning back to look at sakura who was standing nearby, looking offended.
everything felt normal, comfortable, and safe today. but maybe that's why nobody noticed the trouble brewing nearby.
-
makochi had become a better place because of bofurin, but not everyone appreciated that. there were still people who held grudges, people who wanted revenge, and still people foolish enough to test the boys of furin.
you just happened to be in the wrong place when one of those people decided to act.
separating from the group only briefly, just long enough to stop at a nearby convenience store, you decided to grab a couple things on your way back home.
everything went smoothly– until when you were walking out of the store, someone grabbed your wrist.
"well, look what we found!” a male voice spoke, his grip on your wrist not planning to let go anytime soon.
before you knew it, three guys blocked the alleyway.
"you're one of furin's friends, right?" one of the dudes spoke. “you’re pretty, let me get your number.”
you jerked your arm away, scoffing. "not interested." you turned, not daring to make eye contact, until one of them shoved you back. your shoulder slammed into the brick wall, and immediate pain shot through your body.
"we asked you a question."
"and i ignored it."
which, happened to be the wrong answer.
-
in some aspects, you were strong. never quite like haruka, but in your own ways. however, three against one was never going to end well. a fist connected with your side, pain exploded through your ribs. not realizing what was fully going on, your vision blurred.
for a moment, you lost your footing completely.
and then–
someone stepped between you and the next blow.
the sound echoed through the alley, and everyone froze. it took a moment for you to gather your thoughts, and your eyes widened.
of course it had to be him.
"...umemiya?"
the same third-year you always visited stood in front of you, and the fist that had been aimed at you had landed squarely against his shoulder. he hadn't even flinched, like he was a wall that stood between you and danger.
for several seconds, nobody moved.
until ume slowly lifted his head.
-
later, nobody could quite agree on exactly what happened, only that it was over very quickly.
and by the time sakura and the others arrived, the fight had already ended. three grown men were sprawled across the ground, groaning. nirei stared, suo nodded, and sakura was confused, (and really worried about you, obviously.)
and ume? he was kneeling beside you, checking up on you.
your lip was bleeding, one side of your face was bruising, and when he saw your arm trembling– something inside him broke.
“hey,” his voice became softer, a change from the violence he acted against those men. “how do you feel?”
you blinked. "i'm okay."
it wasn’t a lie, because you were okay. but the man standing in front of you? he looked upset. actually upset. his hands were trembling while he carefully brushed hair away from your face, and his fingers were gentle like he was afraid you'd disappear.
you had never seen him like this before.
-
umemiya realized it at exactly the same moment.
the moment he saw blood on your cheek, when he imagined arriving too late– and the moment he thought about losing you.
his heart nearly stopped, and suddenly every confusing feeling he'd been carrying around for months made sense.
every smile, every conversation, every excuse to spend time with you, every moment he searched for you in a crowd, every disappointment when you left, every burst of happiness whenever you appeared.
all of it.
oh.
he was in love with you.
ridiculously in love.
"umemiya?" your voice pulled him back, and he took a moment to look at you. for the first time, he understood why everyone had been staring at him lately.
he understood why suo always looked amused, why sakura kept choking on his drinks, and why why nirei always sighed.
because somehow, he had completely missed the fact that he was in love with the woman standing right in front of him.
a/n: this was super fun to write, thank you so much for requesting anon! (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)
Hello! I really love your works for twisted wonderland! I was wondering if i can make a request please?
Maybe a one shot of leona with a s/o that is very sweet and shy that used to have a very toxic relationship before meeting him, maybe in some moment the reader's ex tries to get back together but to everyone surprise(and Leona's pride) reader ends up slapping their ex.
I hope you're good! If you don't like this request just tell me!
The Quiet After Roaring
05/01/2025
Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x Reader
Word Count: 3,299
Warnings: Reader deals with an ex, hurtful sentiments, mentions of toxic relationship with the ex
Gender: AFAB
Tags: @viviennevermillion, @achy-boo, @savanaclaw1996, @atomatoho3, @qaxdea, @katzline
Notes: Thank you so much for your ask and for your kind words! I've written so many fics for Leona and I can never seem to get enough. ^-^ I hope you enjoy this!
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It was always the little things that lingered.
The ghost of a grip too tight on your wrist. Words with edges that sliced deeper than any spell. Silence used like a blade, sharpened by disappointment and left to cut you open when you least expected it. It had been months since the supposed end of it, months since the relationship had ended, but there were nights where you swore you could still hear his voice - sickly sweet and poisonous at the same time - echoing in your head.
You hadn't told anyone. Not outright. Because how could you?
You should have known better. Because you were the fool who stayed too long. Because you were the girl who once flinched at kindness, who didn't know how to take a compliment without instinctively brushing it off, who apologized for existing.
It didn't matter how much time had passed. It didn't matter that things were looking better for you now. It didn't matter that you had begun anew. The cracks in your foundation followed you wherever you went.
And Leona noticed.
At first, you thought it was just his usual laziness. He always had a strange way of showing interest - flat-toned grunts, sarcastic remarks, occasional glances like he was trying to decide whether you were worth getting up for. But then he started sticking around more (well, more than his usual boyfriend duties were). There were no big declarations. Just...small things.
"Eat," He muttered one afternoon, tossing you a neatly wrapped sandwich while lounging in his favorite sunspot behind the botanical garden. You blinked at the sudden gift, half-expecting there to be a prank hidden inside (that would be far too much effort on his side), but when you opened it, it was just food. Normal. Real. Warm.
"Leona, I-"
"You skipped lunch." His tone brooked no argument. "Don't make me waste good meat."
And that was the first time.
The second time was when he caught you flinching from a raised voice in the cafeteria. Some Savanaclaw students were roughhousing again - nothing out of the ordinary - but something in the deep, guttural shouting triggered something sharp and suffocating in your chest. You'd dropped your tray. Frozen.
The sound of it clattering to the ground was what pulled you back.
And then, there was Leona. Standing over you, growling low in his throat, amber eyes flicking dangerously toward the students responsible.
"Pick it up," He snapped - not to you, but at the others.
Ruggie darted in from the sidelines with a rag, mumbling apologies, trying to smooth things over.
"Jeez, Boss," He said later, trailing behind Leona as they exited the dining hall. "You're kinda hovering these days."
Leona didn't answer. He didn't have to. His tail flicked once behind him, low and controlled.
You weren't stupid. You noticed, eventually.
The way Jack seemed to suddenly pop up in your elective classes. "Must've swapped schedules," He claimed with a shrug. How Ruggie would "coincidentally" run into you in the halls with some silly errand. Or how Leona just happened to be sunbathing exactly where you needed to walk through to get to the greenhouse.
It wasn't a coincidence.
It was a net, strung tight but invisible, a protective perimeter you hadn't even asked for. But gods, did it make your chest ache.
You didn't know what to do with that kind of care. You didn't know how to handle someone noticing without demanding. Caring without controlling. Protecting without possessiveness.
So you tried to ignore it. You tried to pretend you were fine.
You smile politely. You laughed when jokes were told. You passed your classes. You stayed out of trouble. You were perfect.
But Leona could see it - the subtle stiffening of your shoulders when someone stood too close, the polite distance you maintained with even your closest friends, the carefully measured responses that lacked real warmth.
He wasn't the sentimental type. But he'd been raised among beasts. He knew what fear looked like - even when you tried to wear it like armor.
So he said nothing.
Instead, he watched.
When a group project came up in Potions, he made sure Ruggie requested you as a partner.
When Vargas assigned a brutal fitness test, Jack "accidentally" jogged beside you the whole time, keeping your pace.
When Crowley announced an upcoming academic field trip (one that would only last a day) to Royal Sword Academy, Leona joined the delegation, despite grumbling endlessly about it being a "waste of time."
You were surprised when he volunteered. He usually avoided anything that required effort. But he just grunted when you asked.
"They needed someone competent. Guess the bar's that low."
You rolled your eyes, but the heat in your cheeks betrayed you. You knew the truth. He was going because you were going.
And you were starting to realize...he always had been.
He never pressured you to talk. Never pried about your previous relationship, despite you mentioning it in passing. But in the quiet, in the ways he looked at you, you understood: he knew enough.
You once caught him standing outside Professor Trein's classroom after your lecture ended, arms folded, posture lazy. But his eyes scanned every student exiting the room until they landed on you.
You'd raised an eyebrow. "Waiting for someone?"
"Yeah. You."
"Awwww, look who's being a sweet boyfriend~"
"Tch, just wanted to walk back with you. You look like you're about to pass out."
You hadn't realized you were shaking until that moment.
You didn't ask how he knew. You didn't need to.
Leona wasn't soft. He didn't coddle. But he was steady - solid like sun-warmed stone - and he never once made you feel like you were broken.
He was patient in his own rough way. Like he was giving you time.
Time to trust again.
Time to breathe.
Time to heal.
And thought you hadn't said it yet, hadn't dared to, you were starting to feel truly safe again.
But safety is a fragile and fickle thing. Sometimes, all it takes is a name from the past, a face you hoped you'd never see again, to shatter it in an instant.
And that moment?
That was just around the corner.
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You didn't expect to run into anyone familiar at Royal Sword Academy. The trip had been framed as a formal exchange - a handful of NRC students invited for a tour (and vice versa), a diplomatic gesture between the two rival schools. It should've been simple. Stiff handshakes, polite smiles that didn't quite reach the eyes, and a quick tour of immaculate halls that smelled like lemon polish and self-righteousness. No drama.
But of course, fate was much crueler than that.
Your group had just finished viewing RSA's main greenhouse - a pristine, sun-drenched dome filled with flowering, magical herbs - and students had dispersed into smaller groups to explore the campus. You were trailing behind Leona, thinking about how much more you liked the gardens at NRC than this, despite its grandiosity, when a voice slithered through the air like a snake in the grass.
"Well, well. I didn't think I'd see you here."
You froze.
No. Not here. Not him.
Your breath caught, shoulders stiffening as you slowly turned toward the voice. And there he was - your ex. Tall, arrogant, that same smug tilt to his chin that you used to find charming and now could only see as infuriating. His uniform - RSA's pristine whites and golds - looked too noble for someone so rotten.
Leona stopped walking. His tail gave a flick, catching the tension in your stance.
Your ex smiled. "Didn't think they let charity cases into these kinds of events."
You clenched your fists.
"Walk away," you muttered under your breath, barely audible.
"What was that?" He asked, stepping closer. "Didn't quite catch that, sweetheart."
You flinched at the pet name. It rolled off his tongue with the same venom as always.
"You don't get to call me that," You said, voice shaking.
"Why not? It's not like you've upgraded much," He continued, now eyeing Leona with thinly veiled contempt. "This your new keeper? Figures you'd end up with a mangy stray."
Leona, who had been silent until now, lifted his head. "You got a problem, Herbivore?"
Your ex ignored him entirely, eyes still on you. "I've been thinking, you know. Maybe we got off on the wrong foot. I mean, sure, things got...heated sometimes, but I think we could work things out. You were always a little too sensitive-"
Crack.
The sound echoed across the courtyard before you even registered what you'd done.
Your knuckles stung. He was clutching his nose. Silence followed.
Dozens of heads turned. RSA students paused mid-step. Your NRC friends froze. Even Leona blinked in mild surprise.
And then - "Ha!" Leona laughed once, sharp and impressed. "About damn time."
Your ex reeled back, still clutching his face with as much delicacy he could muster, lest the pain increase tenfold. "Y-You crazy bitch!"
Leona growled low in his throat.
"Say that again," He said, stepping forward. "I dare you."
But he didn't have to. RSA staff and faculty were already converging at the scene. Murmurs broke out among the crowd. You felt dizzy, heart hammering in your chest as the reality of what you'd just done hit you like those trucks in isekai novels.
You'd punched him. In public. On another school's campus. In front of students, teachers, and Leona.
And then - like a blade through the whispers - came a calm, authoritative voice.
"What is the meaning of this?"
Headmaster Ambrose stepped forward, robes flowing, gaze sharp and unreadable behind small glasses. He looked at you, then at your ex, then to the watching crowd.
"Miss," He said to you. "And you, Mister Klyne." His voice was soft, but it carried. "To my office. Now."
You felt your legs turn to lead.
Leona took a step forward like he was about to protest, but the headmaster raised a single hand. The courtyard fell silent.
"This is not up for discussion."
Leona's teeth clicked together in frustration. You turned to him briefly, and he gave you a tiny nod. "Go. I'll be waitin'."
You swallowed hard and followed the Headmaster across the courtyard, your ex trailing behind. The walk was long, the silence deafening. Your mind raced - what if they banned you from future exchanges? What if they told Crowley? What if-
"You're not in trouble," Ambrose said suddenly, his voice slicing through your panic. "Not yet. But I'd like to hear what happened before I reach a conclusion."
You blinked up at him.
He wasn't angry. Not yet. Just...watchful. Fair.
In the ornate calm of the Headmaster's office, you sat on a soft leather chair, hands clenched in your lap. Your ex tried to speak first, but Ambrose cut him off.
"I'll hear from her first."
You looked up in surprise. The Headmaster gestured for you to speak.
So you did. You told him everything - your past with the boy across from you, the emotional manipulation, the veiled insults, the slow eroding of your confidence. You explained how you'd tried to stay quiet, how you didn't want to cause a scene, but he pushed and pushed-
"I see," Ambrose said, once you finished.
He turned to your ex, who sputtered with indignation, trying to refute every word with half-truths and shifting blame. But the more he talked, the deeper a frown settled onto the Headmaster's face.
When the boy finished, Amrbsoe sat back in his chair and let the silence hang for a moment.
"I appreciate your honesty," He said to you. Then, turning to your ex, "You will receive formal disciplinary action from RSA, and a written apology will be sent to Night Raven College on your behalf. I expect it to be delivered by the end of the week. Until then, consider yourself restricted from cross-campus interactions.
Your mouth dropped open.
"And you," Ambrose said, turning back to you, his voice softer, "Have nothing to fear. While I don't condone violence, I understand provocation. I also understand the importance of standing your ground."
You blinked back tears you hadn't realized were forming. "Thank you, Sir."
He gave a small smile. "You're welcome, dear. You may rejoin your group now."
As you left the office, your heart felt lighter, if only a little. The crowd had mostly dispersed, but your NRC group - Leona, Ruggie, Jack (definitely not a coincidence that these three were the ones to accompany you to RSA), as well as a few others - rushed toward you the moment they spotted you.
"What happened?" Jack asked, brows drawn in concern.
"Did that guy try to mess with you again?" Ruggie added.
You hesitated, then smiled faintly. "I'm okay. The Headmaster...he listened. My ex is getting formally punished and has to send a written apology."
"Serves him right," Ruggie muttered.
Jack nodded. "Good."
Leona didn't say anything right away. He just looked at you. His gaze wasn't intense, not sharp or cold like it usually was. Just...steady.
"You alright?" He asked, voice low.
You nodded, and for once, it didn't feel like a lie.
"Damn right you are," He said, and turned away. "Come on. Let's go. These sparkly bastards are makin' my skin itch."
You laughed, a little watery, and followed him.
Leona didn't offer a hug, or a pat on the back, or even a hand to hold. But he slowed his pace so you could walk beside him. He kept glancing at you, tail flicking every time someone looked at you too long. And though he didn't say it, you could feel it.
He was proud of you.
And that was enough.
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Ramshackle was unusually quiet that night.
Grim had long since retreated to his own bedroom, tail flicking behind him and muttering something about not wanting to be caught in any "mushy drama" (you think that's his nice way of letting you spend time with Leona). The shadows of the old dorm stretched across the cracked wooden floor. And the wind rattled softly against the windows. You and Leona sat side by side on your bed, still dressed from the long trip back from Royal Sword Academy. The air hung heavy - not with tension, but with the weight of everything that had happened.
You hadn't said much since returning. Your hands fidgeted with the hem of your sleeve, pulling at loose threads, unsure of what to do with all the leftover emotions that swirled inside you like a storm. The rush of confrontation, the relief of justice, the fear of it all blowing up in your face - now that the dust had settled, it all had nowhere to go.
Leona hadn't said much either, but that wasn't out of character. He sat leaning back against your headboard like he belonged there, arms behind his head, eyes half-lidded in that lazy lion way of his. But his tail flicked restlessly at the edge of the bed, betraying that he wasn't nearly as relaxed as he looked.
"I should've seen it coming," You muttered.
Leona's ears twitched. "What?"
"I should've known he'd be there. Should've stayed away. Should've just...I don't know. Disappeared."
He cracked one eye open, gaze sharp despite his relaxed posture. "You blaming yourself for running into that walking dumpster fire?"
Your lips pressed into a thin line. "I don't know what I'm doing," You admitted. "I thought I was better. That I'd moved on. But seeing him again just...it brought back everything. I still feel like the person I was when they were hurting me."
Leona was quiet for a long moment. Then he shifted, leaning over to pluck a throw pillow from the floor and chucking it lightly at your face.
"Hey!"
"You're not that person anymore," He said bluntly. "They don't get to live in your head rent-free just 'cuz they crawled out of their little sewer hole for a day."
You let out a weak laugh, catching the pillow and hugging it to your chest. "Yeah, well...it's hard to believe that. Especially when I'm the one who keeps spiraling."
Leona exhaled through his nose, irritated. But not with you. "Tch. That's what pisses me off. You keep doubting yourself when you're the one who slapped that bastard into next week. That wasn't just some scared girl from the past - that was you now. The one who doesn't take shit. The one who stood there in front of all those students and made it clear you weren't gonna be stepped on anymore."
You looked at him, surprised.
"...You really think I was strong back there?"
Leona scoffed, eyes rolling like the question was offensive. "What, you think I get proud over just anything?"
He sat up a little, tail curling around his waist lazily. "You got guts. Way more than most people I know. You think Ruggie or Jack could've stood there without trembling? Please. I've seen Jack trip over his own tail when he's nervous. And Ruggie? He'd have tried to scam the guy out of his lunch money and run."
Despite yourself, you smiled.
Then you looked down again. The smile faded.
"But what if I'm still...broken?" You asked quietly. "What if there's some part of me that they ruined? And it'll always be there? I'm scared that someday, I won't be good enough for you. That you'll wake up and realize I'm not strong, or I'm too much of a mess, or-"
Leona groaned and flopped fully onto the mattress, dragging you with him until your cheek landed against his shoulder.
"Stars, you're annoying when you get like this."
You stiffened.
"Not because of the way you fell," He clarified, lazily stroking your hair. "That part's fine. Emotions, trauma, all that crap - I get it. Life kicks you in the face, and it leaves a mark. But this constant fear that I'm gonna up and walk away? That I'm gonna get tired of you? That's what's annoying."
You blinked up at him, mouth slightly open.
"I don't do things I don't want to," He said flatly. "You should've figured that out by now. If I didn't want you, I wouldn't be here. I'd be asleep somewhere way more comfortable, not stuck in this dusty-ass bed in a drafty-ass dorm with peeling wallpaper and one cranky raccoon-cat as a roommate."
"Hey, Grim's not that bad."
"You're deflecting," Leona said, flicking your forehead gently.
You winced. "Ow."
"I'm serious," He said, voice softening just a little. "I chose you. I keep choosing you. And if you ever say that 'not good enough' crap again, I'm gonna make you write a ten-page essay on why that's bullshit."
You choked on a laugh. "Leona-"
He reached up and smoothed a hand down your back. "You're not broken. You're healing. And yeah, sometimes that means you'll fall apart a little. Doesn't mean I'm gonna ditch you. I'm not scared of what you think is a mess."
You buried your face into his shoulder, not quite crying, but close. The tension in your chest began to uncoil.
"...Thanks," you whispered.
He grunted. "Don't make it weird."
You both lay there for a while, wrapped up in the quiet hum of Ramshackle and each other. His arms stayed around you, his breathing steady and warm against your skin. It wasn't grand. It wasn't overly sentimental. But it was real.
Comfort, given the Leona way - through presence, through sarcasm, through quiet truth.
Just as your eyes started to drift closed, Leona shifted again and tapped your chin to make you look up at him.
"You listenin'?"
"Mmhmm," You mumbled.
"Good." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead - gentle, warm, and startingly tender.
"Sleep," He said, voice low and gruff. "I've got you."
And somehow, with all the broken pieces still stitching themselves back together, you believed him.
Author's Note: As soon as I read this request, I just knew that I had to make as long a fic as I could out of this. I had so many ideas and had a whole sequence planned out for the story. I like to imagine the ex is from Royal Sword Academy (just cuz I like the irony of it). I don't know when or how the Reader dated him, but who cares? She's got Leona now. Wish that were me. Also, I know you specified slapping the ex in the request, but I just thought it would be so much more satisfying to punch the bastard, so that's what I wrote. (Hope you still liked it)!
