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Nothing is more satisfying that to hear the crack of bones under the forceful slam of a fist against the face of someone that a certain Okumura Rin really hates.
Even though he has no idea whom he just hit.
Though, with you being there, it’s easy to understand how he’ll overlook a thing like that - to him, people associating themselves with demons and bullies mean one thing to him, and that is: people like that must have lessons handed to them. Literally.
Which results in the very situation that’s currently unfolding before your eyes.
The guy’s face hit the ground before his whole body does, and he crumples on like a sack of potatoes. If only you were feeling kinder to the flashy orange Mohawk sporter beforehand, you’d spare him the pitiful smack (smack? It looks like one hell of a punch, though) that the half-demon boy beside you has delivered to him oh so gracefully. Oh, but you’re not one to complain, not when the situation involves your safety.
“Huh? Who’s next? Any of ya’ wanna try some of this?” the blue-eyed youth snarls, near spinning on his heels to turn to the two cahoots that have been tailing behind their bright-haired leader earlier. Both are now wearing fear on their faces, and by the looks of it, they’re going to wet their pants very soon.
You reach out and give his arm a soft pat, trying to assure him that you’re fine, but it seems like he doesn’t get the message.
“Listen here, you perverts!” he points at them with a dramatic flourish of his arms, and you think you can see (literal) blue smoke coming from his pointy ears. “Touch one single hair on her again and I swear I’ll send you off with three fucking brain damages and three fucking pairs of broken legs. Are we fucking clear?!”
You barely hear the inaudible squeak of ‘yes’ omitted from their lips, but it’s there.
“Good. Now scram!”
An order that is obeyed immediately; they quickly make to get out of the place as soon as possible, hauling their unconscious ‘leader’ in tow.
Now that the worst of the tension has dissipated and the threat finally eradicated, Rin’s shoulders fall lax, his physique going a little hunched. Though his fist feels a little sore from punching such a huge guy (you don’t want to call him ‘fat’ because that will sound ‘impolite’, but not like you care; at least his hands are off of you now), what matters here is that you’re safe.
You can’t help but let a soft giggle escape your lips.
He flinches, turns to face you with confusion on his face. “W-what are you laughing at? Is this funny to you?” he asks, flabbergasted at how you’ve taken the situation lightheartedly despite the danger you were in minutes ago. “This isn’t some joke, okay? Those guys are about to do something filthy on you, you should be scared!”
“Pfft, oh Rin, it’s fine,” you say, trying to hold back laughter, which proves to be hard at this point. “I know it’s a bad thing, but I can’t help it. I could have handled them by myself if it weren’t for you.”
He looks a little crestfallen at your words; seriously, is there anything worse than having his manly ego crushed after saving a lady from harm? But he perks up at your next sentence:
“But, thank you, for saving me. I really owe you one.”
“N-no problem!” He’s loathe to admit it but he must have looked a little flushed right now. “It’s a man’s job to protect a girl after all, so-”
“Hey, in the least you get to practice your punches,” you say, elbowing his ribs as you walk past him, beckoning him to follow. “I’ve never seen anyone hit that hard before, that’s a lot of brownie points coming for you. Come on, I’ll buy you something.”
“Huh?” he chokes out, promptly tailing her as she makes for the roadside. “Wait, wait up! You don’t really have to, I was just-”
“Take it as my thanks,” you say, halfway turning to him as you keep your pace. “Seriously, Rin, we’ve been together for five months now but you never let me get you anything, not even a present! And you’re the one who’s been giving me things and busting my ass out of troubles, so it’s a bit unfair, don’t you think?”
He opens his mouth, wanting to voice his protest, but you silence him with a finger on his lips. “Nope, I don’t wanna hear it. I’m not gonna let you say no to me this time, so please, please please please let me do it? Please?”
You pull away, and with a hesitant shake he finally submits.
Your finger has long since been tucked away in your pocket, but the remnants of a blush is still evident on his face.
And coincidentally, on yours as well.
Which is something that he’ll never get to see, as he sees you sprawled on the ground, your body battered with injuries, with a new wound on your temple that’s been seeping coppery red and pooling under your head.
No sign of life on your being.
The wails of the siren nearly turns him deaf, but he doesn’t hear a sound aside from the dull thud in his chest. In the open palm of his hand, he eyes the gold band splattered in moist red, thinking of how it matches the one that’s currently on his ring finger despite the former being covered in blood.
Your blood.
It doesn’t occur to him that something bad will happen, despite the bad hunches he’s been getting since your departure from the apartment he’s shared with you, in search of something to eat. He know he should’ve gone with you, know that he should’ve protected you from harm, know that that’s what he’s been doing through all the years he’s been with you.
And now he’s failed.
The police vehicle has long since gone, taking the culprit that has caused your death. It was accidental, the man has said, he didn’t know you were married, he just wanted to get to know you and somehow you got the wrong idea, or at least that’s the story that’s been laid to him, though the welling bruises on your body told a different one.
He barely sees anything, only you and how beautiful you looked despite being dead, and it seems like minutes before he finds himself seated in the waiting area of a hospital, with nurses giving him assurances that the doctors will try to save your life even though he knows it’s futile. You’re dead, you’re gone, he’s trying to let that sink in…
…but why oh why is his brain refusing to cooperate, now of all times?
Then the doctor comes to him, and delivers the blow that short circuits his mind:
You were pregnant.
And you are no longer salvageable.
Even though he has no idea whom he just hit.
Though, with you being there, it’s easy to understand how he’ll overlook a thing like that - to him, people associating themselves with demons and bullies mean one thing to him, and that is: people like that must have lessons handed to them. Literally.
Which results in the very situation that’s currently unfolding before your eyes.
The guy’s face hit the ground before his whole body does, and he crumples on like a sack of potatoes. If only you were feeling kinder to the flashy orange Mohawk sporter beforehand, you’d spare him the pitiful smack (smack? It looks like one hell of a punch, though) that the half-demon boy beside you has delivered to him oh so gracefully. Oh, but you’re not one to complain, not when the situation involves your safety.
“Huh? Who’s next? Any of ya’ wanna try some of this?” the blue-eyed youth snarls, near spinning on his heels to turn to the two cahoots that have been tailing behind their bright-haired leader earlier. Both are now wearing fear on their faces, and by the looks of it, they’re going to wet their pants very soon.
You reach out and give his arm a soft pat, trying to assure him that you’re fine, but it seems like he doesn’t get the message.
“Listen here, you perverts!” he points at them with a dramatic flourish of his arms, and you think you can see (literal) blue smoke coming from his pointy ears. “Touch one single hair on her again and I swear I’ll send you off with three fucking brain damages and three fucking pairs of broken legs. Are we fucking clear?!”
You barely hear the inaudible squeak of ‘yes’ omitted from their lips, but it’s there.
“Good. Now scram!”
An order that is obeyed immediately; they quickly make to get out of the place as soon as possible, hauling their unconscious ‘leader’ in tow.
Now that the worst of the tension has dissipated and the threat finally eradicated, Rin’s shoulders fall lax, his physique going a little hunched. Though his fist feels a little sore from punching such a huge guy (you don’t want to call him ‘fat’ because that will sound ‘impolite’, but not like you care; at least his hands are off of you now), what matters here is that you’re safe.
You can’t help but let a soft giggle escape your lips.
He flinches, turns to face you with confusion on his face. “W-what are you laughing at? Is this funny to you?” he asks, flabbergasted at how you’ve taken the situation lightheartedly despite the danger you were in minutes ago. “This isn’t some joke, okay? Those guys are about to do something filthy on you, you should be scared!”
“Pfft, oh Rin, it’s fine,” you say, trying to hold back laughter, which proves to be hard at this point. “I know it’s a bad thing, but I can’t help it. I could have handled them by myself if it weren’t for you.”
He looks a little crestfallen at your words; seriously, is there anything worse than having his manly ego crushed after saving a lady from harm? But he perks up at your next sentence:
“But, thank you, for saving me. I really owe you one.”
“N-no problem!” He’s loathe to admit it but he must have looked a little flushed right now. “It’s a man’s job to protect a girl after all, so-”
“Hey, in the least you get to practice your punches,” you say, elbowing his ribs as you walk past him, beckoning him to follow. “I’ve never seen anyone hit that hard before, that’s a lot of brownie points coming for you. Come on, I’ll buy you something.”
“Huh?” he chokes out, promptly tailing her as she makes for the roadside. “Wait, wait up! You don’t really have to, I was just-”
“Take it as my thanks,” you say, halfway turning to him as you keep your pace. “Seriously, Rin, we’ve been together for five months now but you never let me get you anything, not even a present! And you’re the one who’s been giving me things and busting my ass out of troubles, so it’s a bit unfair, don’t you think?”
He opens his mouth, wanting to voice his protest, but you silence him with a finger on his lips. “Nope, I don’t wanna hear it. I’m not gonna let you say no to me this time, so please, please please please let me do it? Please?”
You pull away, and with a hesitant shake he finally submits.
Your finger has long since been tucked away in your pocket, but the remnants of a blush is still evident on his face.
And coincidentally, on yours as well.
Which is something that he’ll never get to see, as he sees you sprawled on the ground, your body battered with injuries, with a new wound on your temple that’s been seeping coppery red and pooling under your head.
No sign of life on your being.
The wails of the siren nearly turns him deaf, but he doesn’t hear a sound aside from the dull thud in his chest. In the open palm of his hand, he eyes the gold band splattered in moist red, thinking of how it matches the one that’s currently on his ring finger despite the former being covered in blood.
Your blood.
It doesn’t occur to him that something bad will happen, despite the bad hunches he’s been getting since your departure from the apartment he’s shared with you, in search of something to eat. He know he should’ve gone with you, know that he should’ve protected you from harm, know that that’s what he’s been doing through all the years he’s been with you.
And now he’s failed.
The police vehicle has long since gone, taking the culprit that has caused your death. It was accidental, the man has said, he didn’t know you were married, he just wanted to get to know you and somehow you got the wrong idea, or at least that’s the story that’s been laid to him, though the welling bruises on your body told a different one.
He barely sees anything, only you and how beautiful you looked despite being dead, and it seems like minutes before he finds himself seated in the waiting area of a hospital, with nurses giving him assurances that the doctors will try to save your life even though he knows it’s futile. You’re dead, you’re gone, he’s trying to let that sink in…
…but why oh why is his brain refusing to cooperate, now of all times?
Then the doctor comes to him, and delivers the blow that short circuits his mind:
You were pregnant.
And you are no longer salvageable.
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You should have told me{Rin Okumura x reader}
{Rin}
Everyone avoided me hated me because of what I am even {Name}. I looked across the room to see her avoiding eye contact with me. I thought you loved me {Name}...
When class was over {Name} was the first to leave the room I ran after and grabbed her wrist.
"Let me go."
"{Name}-"
"I said let go!" I growled in frustration and let her go she began walking away and I yelled.
"Your just like everyone else! I can't help it if I was born like this! You said you loved me no matter what you lair-"
SLAP!
{Name} slapped me and she glared at me. "You ass! I'm not angry at you because your demon! I'm angry because you didn't tell me!"
My eyes widene
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Textbooks clattered to the floor in a mixture of flung open folders and fluttering papers, quickly followed by [Name]’s knees hitting the pavement as she hastily tried to gather everything back together. Laughter like birds twittering faded off into the commotion of a crowd of students at True Cross Academy, the culprits behind the woman’s accident walking daftly away.
These supposed unintentional run-ins she’d had with this particular group of girls was beginning to wear thin on the woman’s nerves. Scraping up the last of the leaflets, she shoved them hastily into a folder and stacked that on top of her textbooks. &l
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You'd only left the room for a couple minutes, five at the most. You know its late but you didn't expect him to pass out on his bed the way he did. Its not like he hasn't fallen asleep in front of you before but still. You sighed and couldn't help but smile softly at the sight. Rin, one of your now close friends, is sprawled out on his bed, snoring softly. You'd only just met him a few months ago when he transferred into the cram school. But you have to admit he's one of your favorite people. You may even go as far to say that you kinda have a small crush on him. Thank god Yukio said he was going to have to work late tonight
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This has been in the drafts folder for a while now and I keep forgetting to post it but then I saw this and thought, "Why the f not?"
Also this may be my last work for now. I don't know if I'll continue writing after this, but fingers crossed that I don't die first while at it haha
Okumura Rin © Kazue Katou
Story © me
Words-Of-Fate's 500 Watcher Reader-Insert Contest!
This has been in the drafts folder for a while now and I keep forgetting to post it but then I saw this and thought, "Why the f not?"
Also this may be my last work for now. I don't know if I'll continue writing after this, but fingers crossed that I don't die first while at it haha
Okumura Rin © Kazue Katou
Story © me
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