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icywaddle · 7 months ago

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Kanamafu Roommates AU [7/?]

“Mafuyu, it’s me.”

Both of them froze, paralyzed with fear.

“Your father.”

A quick sigh of relief. Kanade stood, slipping off the couch and speed walking towards the door. Mafuyu followed close behind. As she rounded the corner, Kanade was already peering through the peephole, standing on her tiptoes to reach the tiny glass hole. Mafuyu joined her, sneaking her cheek next to Kanade’s and pressing in to take a look. Kanade inhaled softly, but didn’t move away. Sure enough, a man with purple hair and glasses stood in front of the door. His face was haggard, eyes half closed from sleep deprivation. Still, he seemed alert enough as he glanced at his watch and back at the door.

“Please, I know you’re in there. I just came to check on you. Can you let me in?”

His face twisted with genuine concern as he reached up and rubbed his eyes vigorously. Mafuyu pulled back, thinking. Her father had always been the more understanding parent between him and her mother. While her mother had always been the parent she talked to more, since she stayed mainly at home, she felt less of an intense pressure from her father on the occasions he was able to stay home with them for more than the time it took him to sleep and get ready in the morning. He felt… closer. Not as detached as her mother. Now that she had taken time to think, she saw he was less manipulative too. Kanade’s soft hand on hers shook her out of her reminiscence, reminding her that she had to choose now, before her father decided to leave.

“We don’t have to talk to him.”

Kanade whispered reassuringly, giving Mafuyu’s hand a squeeze. Mafuyu glanced down, interlacing her fingers with Kanade’s and returning the squeeze.

“No… I think… I want to see him.”

She murmured softly, glancing up at the door. Reaching out, she grasped the door handle, hesitating a moment before twisting it and pulling. The door’s lock clicked open as it swung and revealed her father, standing on the other side. He blinked when he caught sight of Mafuyu and Kanade, as if surprised.

“Ah..! Thank goodness, I didn’t think you’d actually open the door.”

He said, shaking his head and chuckling ruefully. After a moment, he seemed to notice Kanade standing by Mafuyu, nodding in recognition.

“Are you the one who lives here?”

Kanade nodded. Mafuyu’s father extended a hand, which she tentatively shook.

“I see. It’s good to see that my daughter has reliable friends around her. If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your name?”

He smiled, nodding. Kanade blinked, surprised, but hesitantly spoke.

“It’s… Kanade. Thank you, Mr. Asahina.”

They stood in awkward silence for a moment before Mr. Asahina gestured to the door.

“I don’t mean to impose, but- would you mind if we went into your house to talk? I have some things I need to discuss with Mafuyu.”

Mafuyu glanced at Kanade, making sure she was alright with the idea before beckoning her father in. She and Kanade walked in first, Mr. Asahina followed once he had slipped off his shoes and placed them in the rack.

“Oh, Kanade. I’ve finished cleaning.”

The sound of a door closing reached their ears as Honami walked out of the halfway, dusting her hands off. She seemed so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn’t even notice Mr. Asahina standing in the living room doorway until she had almost bumped into him. She shuffled back, letting out a startled noise that she quickly muffled with her sleeves.

“Ah! I’m sorry!”

She said, dropping quickly into a mortified bow. Mr. Asahina shook it off, waving his hand.

“It’s alright. Are you also one of Mafuyu’s friends?”

Honami blinked, unsure of how to respond.

“U-Uh… Me and Mafuyu talk occasionally?”

“Honami is here working as my housekeeper.”

Kanade interjected, saving Honami from figuring out a response. The latter nodded, excusing herself quickly and leaving the apartment. Kanade gestured to the couch and seats nearby it.

“Please, sit anywhere you’d like.”

Mafuyu’s father nodded, passing over the couch and walking to the armchair next to it. Mafuyu and Kanade sat down on the couch again, not on opposite sides like last time, but not right next to each other. Close enough for their hands to rest gently on the cushions, fingers still twined together. Mafuyu tilted her head and glanced at her father. He cleared his throat and began to speak.

“It’s good to see you again, Mafuyu. I was worried about you.”

Mafuyu was silent for a moment before bowing her head. Kanade ran her thumb over her hand reassuringly, moving a millimeter closer to her on the couch.

“Ah… I’m sorry.”

To Kanade’s surprise, Mafuyu’s father shook his head.

“Oh, it’s alright. I’m just glad to see you.”

He said, smiling ruefully.

“And… I heard about what happened from your mother.”

Mafuyu flinched almost imperceptibly, lowering her eyes.

“Y-Yes…”

She stuttered out, voice almost breaking. Kanade glanced over at her, concern evident on her face.

Mafuyu’s father shook his head, raising his hands as if to calm her.

“What she did wasn’t right. Even if she was trying to do it for your benefit, she shouldn’t have taken away your phone.”

Kanade tilted her head.

Hm… It seems like Mafuyu’s father is far more understanding. … Thank goodness.

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^ Fill in the blanks with this CG- i’m a bit too tired to write all of that out-

“Would you be willing to talk with me after you’ve had time to settle-?”

Mr. Asahina asked, his voice gentle.

“… Okay…”

Mafuyu’s answer was timid, but she didn’t seem to feel pressured. Her father nodded and rose from his chair, seeming satisfied with that much.

“Thank you. Ah, then… Ms. Kanade.”

He turned to Kanade, who had also stood to follow him out. She glanced up at him, just then noting the disparity in their heights.

“Yes?”

“… Please, if it’s not too much to ask… Take care of Mafuyu for me until we can sort everything out.”

Slightly in shock, Kanade nodded.

“Y-Yes…”

Her voice wobbled at first. Although she had agreed, she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do, or what Mr. Asahina was asking of her. Pausing, she thought for a moment. Memories flooded her head, flickering past her vision one by one. Calls interrupted by Mafuyu’s mother, where Mafuyu had scrambled frantically to hide her synthesizer and bring out her worksheets. The look in her eyes as she had done so, fearful of what her mother would do to her. That day, in the rain…

She looked up, steadying herself.

“Yes. I will.”

Mafuyu’s father nodded, grateful.

“Thank you.”

His watch suddenly pinged with a notification, leaving him checking it and hastily standing up.

“I have an appointment to run to now, my apologies. I’ll see you two later, Ms. Kanade, Mafuyu.”

The two girls stood as well, following him out and exchanging brief goodbyes at the door. As the lock clicked shut, they turned to each other, standing in awkward silence.

“Uhm… Are you hungry?”

Kanade began, walking back towards the living room. Mafuyu shrugged, following her.

“I can eat.”

The two sat back down, Kanade handing Mafuyu a bowl of pasta and lightly blowing on her own bowl.

“Careful, it’s hot.”

Glancing over at Kanade, Mafuyu spoke.

“…I can’t feel the temperature. It doesn’t matter.”

Kanade made a face as she ate her first bite, blowing quick breaths in and out to cool her mouth.

“Still. I’d rather you don’t burn your tongue. Your hand was enough.”

Mafuyu raised her eyebrows. Kanade winced at her own attempt at a joke.

“Sorry. Just- try to cool your food a little.”

Shrugging, Mafuyu acquiesced, giving her forkful of pasta a soft blow of air before eating it. She felt a tingling on her tongue. Warmth from the pasta? No… she hadn’t been able to taste anything in… How long had it been? She cooled another forkful, biting into it and feeling the same thing.

“Kanade.”

“Mm?”

“I think… I can feel the pasta.”

Kanade glanced up from her own bowl, swallowing a bite of pasta.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

Mafuyu shrugged, looking back down at the bowl. The sensation seemed almost forgotten by now, like something her brain had simply conjured from nothing. She took another bite, feeling the warmth run across her tongue. There was no mistaking it.

“I can feel it. The pasta. It’s warm.”

For a moment, Kanade seemed not to understand. She raised an eyebrow in confusion, holding it for only a moment before realization dawned across her face.

“Oh! The feeling in your mouth… Is it returning?”

A small smile crept onto her lips as Mafuyu nodded. She raised a hand, offering it to Mafuyu.

“Good. That’s a step in the right direction.”

Mafuyu reached out as well, clasping Kanade’s hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Mm. I suppose it is.”

A/N: here are the options from the last poll!

1. Mafuyu’s mother comes in with an ultimatum, either Mafuyu comes home or she brings the law into this and forces her to come back

2. Mafuyu’s mother comes over, dropping off her stuff and giving closure to the whole residence debacle

3. Mafuyu’s father comes in, follow the path of that one CG

Word counts:

PT7: 1507

Total: 8479

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ghostiidasponk · 7 months ago

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I LOVE IT

Broken { The Break; Chapter 2}

Pairing(s): Fem!MC/Yuu/Reader x TBD

Summary: MC awakens after her fall but the reactions of others make her spiral worse - but not all is as it seems.

WARNINGS

I am not the best at labeling warnings or triggers but I can say that this story is laden with neglect, self-depreciation, self-neglect, anxiety, possible depression and attempts to justify the above. There could be more labels that I can add but i’m unsure how to word them - so please exercise caution.

I liiiiiiiiiiiive! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ I restarted this SO many times and yet I could never get it to feel...'right'...So I hope this lives up to yall's expectations! Sorry for the bad summary lol

One last disclaimer though! I have not seen the entirety of Chapter 6 and I have avoided pretty much all content for Chapter 7 as far as i'm aware. So I may not have everyone exactly in character in new things were revealed for them.

When M/C awoke, she half expected to be in the infirmary as she was when she was knocked unconscious during the Magift Tournament. But the other half of her?

She didn’t expect much. Be it the stillness of the void around her, or the library floor if Professor Trein left her where she fell – there wouldn’t be much difference. It's what usually happened anyway; She could handle her injuries herself if that was the case. However, she supposed there was some form of upside to being in the infirmary.

If she was left in the void, how else would she know firsthand how she burdened and upset those around her.

‘It’s so late…’ She thought to herself, gazing out of the window across from her bed. She could barely make out the faintest shape of the moon – a crescent. Even the moon was smiling at just how pathetic she had to look at this moment.

“-C. M/C!”

Why was it so hard for her to hear? Even as she turned her head slowly, moving her eyes to gaze up at the headmaster beside her, it was as if someone had placed her in a tub of mud. She moved so slowly, without much feeling other than a sharp pain as she tried to rest the side of her head down onto the pillow.

“…Hng..”

“Thank goodness, you’ve finally awoken! It’s been two days already! What on earth did you drink to cause you to create such an awful mess of the library?! You know very well that you cannot ...poultices as other students do because of ... Furthermore, I believe I ...use it for research not as ...a playground!” He ranted but his voice faded in and out as he spoke. But why? Why can't I hear him?

Only an idiot would zone out at a time like this.

Crowley sighed, clearly exasperated when she didn’t attempt to speak.

‘He hates that he let you stay here. Who can't do simple chores?He wishes he never helped you.’

“Once you are ...leave, you are to clean up ...the library. Luckily, ...the matter with you ...I can see.” He continued after a moment, his arms folding over his chest as he gazed down at her. Slowly, it became easier to focus but the ringing in her ears never "Actually...Our nurse is ...but I see no reason ...release you myself."

“…Y-yes…sir.” She rasped, voice dry and hoarse from lack of use.How long had she been unconscious? But again, did it truly matter? But what did that matter? Clearly, the pain in her head wasn’t real and not a sign of something worse. Why should she expect something else?

'He wants you gone.'

'You're taking up space.'

'Stop being selfish.'

'Because you think you're worth more than you are.'

Ace, Deuce and Grim came to visit her that day at lunch just before her release but the visit felt hollow. They laughed and teased her for her clumsiness, even Deuce smiling a bit at the dramatics of Grim, but none seemed to notice the forced smile that M/C put on her face. None noticed how her eyes twitched at the sharp, spike of pain that formed when they grew louder.

‘They’re only here because they’re forced to be. Stop thinking about yourself.’

'Just smile. Don't make a scene.'

When M/C had been released earlier that day, she was urged straight to attend the final class of that day rather than go straight to Ramshackle.

‘Please let this go by fast…’ She thought to herself, letting Rook lead the way to their class as the pain in her head continued to grow. M/C closed her eyes for a moment, missing the way Rook glanced back at her and shifted his body to walk closer to her. 'Please...'

Yet it did not.

MC felt as if she was on autopilot as she sat in class, sluggishly marking notes where needed and nodding along with the lecture but nothing seemed to sink in, no matter how many times she willed herself to focus in. Rook would boisterously comment on things, his voice jolting her to the present long enough for her to gaze at him and then the teacher before her focus waned once more.

‘You’re so needy.’ Why couldn’t she just move past her little incident? Everyone else already had moved past it, so it clearly wasn’t very important. She had no right to wish that others worry about her. They had bigger things to worry about, more important things to focus on.

Right?

‘Why can’t you handle this on your own?” Why couldn’t she? It was only one day just like the others! It wasn’t even hard! Ruggie had gone without meals more than she had! So obviously, she was just exaggerating. Vil had more things to worry about than she did including an actual career! What right did she have to complain about doing a few favors?

‘You’re pathetic.’

‘A waste of space.’

‘What good is someone who screws up a simple thing?’

‘No one cares.’

‘You’re replaceable.’

‘Forgettable.’

As class ended, MC prepared for her cycle to begin once more and so it did. Rather than go to dinner, Kalim latched onto MC the moment she was out of the classroom. The pain in her head returned full force with his boisterous volume right beside her ear but she still smiled.

He offered to help the next time she went to the library since he knew ladders were tricky.

‘They aren’t tricky. He’s pitying you’

“Kalim, leave her alone. She needs to rest.” Jamil finally said after a few minutes, his eyes not leaving her as he spoke. He almost seemed to study her before adding, “She isn’t looking well.”

‘Pathetic.’

“Huh,? Oh right! I’m sorry! Go, go rest up! We can plan a group dinner later!” Kalim practically beamed before ushering her away from the cafeteria despite Grim’s many protests and her own stumbling feet.

“B-But -”

But they were already on Main Street by the time MC attempted to speak. Why was she always so hesitant when it came to these things? She barely uttered a word in the entire conversation and despite Jamil’s eyes on her, it was as if she wasn’t really a part of the conversation. Just a figure meant to listen but not contribute.

Always there but never meant to fully be there.

MC didn’t register her body moving as she went towards the direction of Ramshackle, her form practically shrinking in on itself as they went. Grimm was rambling on and on as he floated beside her, while she let her body guide her on a path she had now memorized.

“…Just…pathetic…” She mumbled, one hand coming up to grasp at the other elbow. That’s what she was, wasn’t she? She didn’t stand out other than being magicless but even then people seemed to forget. No one cared that she couldn’t magically make a situation better, but they expected her to do it anyway. Just like no one seemed to care about her wellbeing but they expected her to always be okay. Thoughts of Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, and Vil drifted into her mind - how each of them experienced their own breaks during the Overblots, how they opened up about what hurt them, how everyone listened and tried to help them. She thought about how Crowley actually brought in special healers and therapists just for them for weeks after their incidents and how they still have check-ins with him to ensure they’re on the right track.

Where was that for her? Her body couldn’t produce magic, she couldn’t Overblot to make others realize how badly she was hurt mentally, physically, emotionally. She couldn’t voice her worries because who would listen? Even when she tried to warn her friends about the smallest of dangers, they simply brushed her off. Her words didn’t matter; so why would her thoughts matter.

‘Is that it?’ She wondered, a sudden cold feeling filling her form. What if she truly was the issue? Why was she so focused on having her thoughts and feelings acknowledged when she knew that all others wanted was for her to help them? They are all more important than her pathetic emotions, right? They have a life and future here in their world and it’s clear she’s just an anomaly who may never return to where she was once from. Was she - overvaluing herself? Was it all-

“It’s your fault, you know!” Grimm yelled suddenly, directly in front of her.

MC stopped suddenly, a cold chill rushing through her body at the words. Her fingernails slowly began digging into her skin as she looked into Grim’s eyes. “W-what?”

“It’s your fault!! You know, I had to do cleaning duty!” He complained, his little paws resting on his hips as he scowled. “I wanted to pick up some of that discount tuna before Ruggie got all of it but I was roped into cleaning! Not to mention those creepy twins came at me about something you forgot! And you forgot the library today! I'm not cleaning that just because you're lazy and took a fall! You’re my henchman, not the other way around! Don’t be selfish! ”

M/C this. M/C that. Clean the weeds. Fetch my things. Deliver this. Talk to this person. Clean this, clean that. Keeping busy, always busy.

'It's for the best. They have other things to focus on-'

She stopped walking, her head hurting more and more, as if a little thing was smashing cauldrons over and over against her brain. Her heart joined the rhymed pounding so hard, she gripped her chest in a vain attempt to calm it.

"Stop-" She gasped but couldn't say more as she stepped back, her throat clenching.

'They are more important. Don't deny it'

'They will never care about you.'

'You don't belong here.'

“I know as the Great Magician that I am, that I need to carry the both of us since you're useless without magic but you need to watch it with the - huh? MC?!” Grimm continued, his tone shifting to something MC didn’t want to hear – something she couldn’t hear.

She backed away, one step and then two before rushing off towards the entrance gates of the College. Not once looking back.

Her surroundings blurred as she ran, not taking into account where she was truly going - just knowing that she had to get away, far away. From the Grim, from all of the others, from Night Raven College, from everything.She just wanted it all to go away!

'Useless.'

'Magicless.'

‘Selfish’

"Stop! Stop it!" She sobbed, her breath catching in her throat. Her chest began to hurt more than her head caused her to stagger in her stride. M/C felt herself tumble down and crash down a slope, the brush scratching her as she went down before she hit something hard and frigid.

She sobbed as the thoughts continued to repeat in her head; Every overblot, every chore, every demand, every reprimand, every expectation, and every sign of disappointment. Why was she truly like this? She wasn’t good for anything but menial tasks due to her lack of magic and still she can’t do any of that right.

“Make it stop, make it stop, makeitstop…”

She didn’t know how long she laid there, nor how long she was sobbing, begging and screaming for the pain to go away, for the thoughts to go away. The pain in her head only grew the more she cried, and as it grew - so did that pain and tightness in her chest.

‘Useless.’

‘Useless!’

‘USELE-’

Until the darkness took her under again.

But unlike before - the chill of the darkness grew stronger and more intense until it was the only thing she was able to feel. Just as the voices were the only thing she was able to hear. Repeating their words over and over, in a hell that she couldn’t wake up from.

After what seems like ages, a gradual warmth began to seep into the darkness around her. A spreading, far reaching feeling spreading across her body but oddly focused around her back and under her legs.

‘What is…’ She wondered as another sensation came to her slowly, a rocking kind of motion accompanied by a lightness. It reminded her of the gentle swaying of the waves of Coral Sea but was swiftly ruined by the sound of harsh thunder reigniting the pain in her head. A flash of brilliant light flashed across her eyelids, causing her to whimper.

“Are…-ake, dear?” A familiar, deep voice crooned, not loud enough to hurt her head any further but enough for her to hear it clearly.

‘This voice…I know it…I..Why is he-’

‘You’re wasting his time.’

“Shhh, your heart…racing again. You…it’s Lillia…Focus on my breathing, little one.” Lillia’s voice soothed, as the rocking motion slowed - was she being carried? M/C registered the warmth tightening around her slightly as her breath quickened unintentionally. “Shhh, focus…. You can do it. Think of nothing else but my voice and deep breaths.”

It took what felt like ages before M/C was able to focus on the steady rise and fall of her head in time with Lillia’s breathing. The ache in her chest lightened but the pain in her head did not, only worsening as she attempted to open her eyes. Another flash of lightning, red eyes and furrowed brows.

“It’s best if your eyes remain closed. The storm will only worsen the pain of your concussion.” Lillia remarked, just before more thunder rumbled. “ You worried us all, dear. Especially dear Malleus.”

“C-concussion? B-but I…don’t have a-” She mumbled, turning her head to hide from the storm before a thought flashed through her mind. “T-The library! I didn’t clean i-”

“You will not be cleaning anything nor doing any chores for the foreseeable future, little one.” Lillia cut her off quickly, his soft voice containing a firmer tone than she was used to hearing. “You are injured and have been pushing yourself too hard. Far harder than you should have.”

‘He knows you can’t do it. That’s why he said that.’

‘He knows you’re pathetic.’

“No, n-no I’m not. It’s fine. If anything I need to push harder, heh.” She forced out a laugh, attempting to lighten the atmosphere but Lillia merely sighed. “I-It’s nothing really!”

“You’ve barely been eating, little one. Silver told me as such and I witnessed it myself; We were going to ensure you ate this evening but you didn’t show. In addition, you’ve been having more accidents than usual and have been unfocused. You. Are.Exhausted.”

“No, it’s fine. I just, if I just finish this one thing then it’s fine. I-I can clean the library super fast and it’s all okay!” She pressed, fighting the urge to cry once more. Had her screw ups been that apparent? She didn’t mean to; She was doing her best!

“But it’s never just one thing, is it?” M/C faintly registered the sound of his shoes upon cobblestone, were they back on campus? “After this, then there’s another favor that’s asked of you, another assignment, another mess to clean. But – have you had time for yourself, little one?”

“…I-I do at night I have-“ The words trailed off as she tried to think of something. She did have time to herself at night but it was never for long, especially when her thoughts would become so loud or she would get those odd dreams of things she swears she’s seen but can’t fully remember.

“But you live with Grim,yes? Who boasts about how tidy you keep your shared room…so I can only wonder how much alone time you get in there at all.” He hummed,and for a brief moment MC felt the brush of something soft and silken brush her face. Lilia seemed to shift slightly, curling into her before the gently swaying became an airy sensation, like she was adrift but his warmth continued to steady her.

“…”

“And let us not forget that Malleus often takes his nightly walks in your area; Often alongside you, yes? He’s told us that he’s seen lights on in Ramshackle as late as the early morning hours even after he’s escorted you home.”

“Ramshackle…isn’t my home.” She mumbled, her eyes growing hot and tears welled within. “This isn’t my home, I don’t belong and that’s why this doesn’t matter. I don’t know why you’re wasting your time with me; you have better things-”

“Do you know what’s the scariest thing in the world?”

“Huh?”

Lilia’s voice was low as he continued to speak, “Asking for help. You have to open yourself up and admit to yourself and someone else that you need help. That you need someone there to help you stand until you get your footing once again. There’s not many people who can open themselves up to doing that. Magically inclined or not.”

MC thinks of everyone who asks her for help. “No one seems to have that issue here…”

“They do love to ask you for things but not for those matters that are oh-so troubling to them. Most would rather keep to themselves and allow their thoughts to consume them before they incite their pleas. Does that sound familiar?”

MC bit her lip, her eyes opening partially as her tears finally began to fall. She vaguely noticed the dim setting around them, but nothing was truly familiar as her tears blurred her sight. “All of you already have so much to worry about and futures to plan and…it’s just…better if I don’t ask.”

“And what, praytell, about your future, little one?” Lilia pressed as MC shakily used her hands to wipe her tears away.

“I…don’t think I have one. I don’t have magic so I can’t really….. I’m a magic-less student in a magically-based academy – how am I even going to use what I’m being taught? I’m just pathetic and worthless-.”

“Enough. I refuse to listen to you slander yourself in such a way, Child of Man.”

MC tensed as Malleus’s voice rang out firm from somewhere in front of Lilia and herself. She slowly parted her fingers, blinking so as to get a clear peek between them but quickly came to wish she hadn’t. She wished she could go back to that unknown area where Lilia had taken her from and just melt there where she wouldn’t have to deal with what was in front of her and the implications it all held.

Standing before her, in the main room of Ramshackle Dorm, were the Dorm Leaders , Grim and Sam with various expressions across their faces. -----------------------------taglist-------------------------------

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