Can you do nyamu yutenji x mute but not deaf reader! Thank you!
Guys I might like purple characters.. maybe..
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┆Nyamu x mute!reader
-ˋˏWarnings┆none!ˎˊ-
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Reader is gn! Reader doesn't speak but isn't deaf. Reader is mute due to psychology reasons but those reasons aren't expanded on cause Nyamu doesnt wanna upset you <3 Guys the title means love conquers all in Latin did anyone catch that??? No??? Must've been the wind 💔 Nyamu is blunt for a sec but she learns guys 🙏 I understand her character but I can't write it for the life of me wth. My counselor hates me WHY HONORS PHYSICS WHEN I FAILED MY FRESHMAN BIO CLASS?? May be ooc..
Not proofread cuz I suck :c
You've always been the odd one out of.. really any group to be honest. People either didn't bother to understand you or simply didn't care. Other's pitied you and said they'd be there for you just to show how good of a person they were, but whenever you tried actually being their friend; they'd lose patience and abandon you.
You couldn't communicate the way everyone else could, you couldn't speak. You didn't think you'd use sign language much since most people didn't know it so you decided to carry around a notepad and pencil instead. Everyone knows how to read! But unfortunately, not everyone wanted to read. Friends were such a rare thing because of this. You were often ostracized and left alone because of how little effort people were willing to put in.
You assumed you'd be alone pretty much all your life at this point.. Until you met Nyamu. You were asking a worker for assistance in finding a new notepad when Nyamu spotted you from the makeup isle. She watched you write in your old and torn notepad before turning it to the worker to show them what you'd written. When you finally left to search for the isle, she followed you with a curiosity.
She was only curious, albeit going about it in a creepy way. She promptly walked up to you once she found in searching for a specifically colored notepad; probably looking for your favorite color. She, as many people before, had assumed that you were deaf, but she hesitantly greeted you.
"Hey!" She was a bit surprised when you turned around in response. Your smile was crooked, forced, and anxious as you waved. She tilted her head in curiosity, "Are you deaf?" How subtle.. but you answered to her blunt question anyway. You flipped to a pre written page and showed it to her; it simply read 'No'.
"Oooh, that makes more sense! But then why aren't you speaking? Do you have some kinda speech impediment?" Again, quite blunt, but you shake your head and flip to another page that briefly explained that it was a psychological disorder. She nods along as she reads before smiling.
"Sorry if I sounded rude! I was just curious." You shake your head and flip to another page with the text 'It's okay'. Nyamu offered to help you shop and kept by your side for. the rest of your trip.
Before, she was an aggressively kind stranger, willing to help, now she keeps you over at her place for most of the day; she plays for you, performs for you, and let's you see every little crack in her perfect mask. You're one of few who get's to see her frustration when her timing is off, when she forgets a line, when she screws up her makeup; you're there for it all. Lately her outbursts have been a lot more frequent and loud.
Before she'd curse a company out under her breath for sending her a crappy product she couldn't possibly pass off even just 'okay'. Now, she goes off on tangents, telling you about how stupid her sponsors can be and begging you to help her, whether or not you knew the first thing about makeup or whatever it was that she was reviewing.
Today, you decided to come over and confront her. The past week, you've noticed her change in behavior and have gotten increasingly concerned. As soon as you got to her place, you showed her a page in your notebook: 'Can we talk?' she seemed annoyed but not in a genuine way and simply stepped aside to let you in.
The two of you awkwardly shuffled to her bed and sat down in silence; you glance at the minimalistic clock on her wall that served no real purpose, considering she only bought it for decoration, listening to every calculated tick as you wrote. You could see her lean in out of the corner of your eye. You let her. It was easier than waiting for you to finish in boring, deafening silence.
'What's wrong? You've been so upset lately :(' There was a quiet sigh. You look up in response to see her usually expressive face fall completely flat. She shrugs and stares off into the distance before quietly turning to you, "I think it's your fault.." it stung to hear but you pushed that to the far back of your mind and ignored it.
'What did I do?' your sadness must've been clear to her, even on paper. She snorts and takes your hand in hers, "Not literally.. Sorry, that came out wrong.." You stare at her hand, praying she couldn't see your face actively flushing pink, or feel the heat you exuded.
"You just.. make it okay to show you what I'm feeling. I know you won't judge me.." You glance up at her and smile, the fact calming your anxious and buzzing nerves; knowing you were her comfort. You turn back down to write a few more words.
'You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.' As you write, you can feel her lean on your shoulder and smile against it. She snakes her arms around your waist in a hug, "Ditto."
Thank you for reading! Reblogs are appreciated! -🪻
