Mana-Shay

"Go away, Kano!" You glared at the cat-eyed boy. "H-Huh? Aw, come on, Y/N! I was just joking!" "Joking? Shuuya," Kano stiffened. You never called him Shuuya unless you were mad at him. "How are you joking? You can't just randomly go up to someone - me, in this case - and just straight out do that!"  You huffed, standing up. "Hey, I have to admit, you look cute when you're flustered. I couldn't help myself, y'know? Come on, Y/N! You know me, don't be angry!" He raised his hands in defence. You rolled your eyes. "I'm not forgiving you, Shuuya." "Eh? Why not? I promise, Y/N, I won't play such a prank on you agai-" You cut him off. "Damnit, Shu

 It was a hot day and the sun was burning against the cement. It was mid-noon and people were buzzing down the street that was relatively close to the Dan’s hideout. “It’s so hot out here.” You complain as you walk down the street, fighting against the crowd. Back at the base wasn’t any better, since the air conditioning had broke in most of the rooms and had to be repaired. Repairing would take a while since the Dan would try to fix it themselves, so you decided to give them some space and roam around in the shops. “(Name) what are you doing here?” A soft voice came from behind you, it was Konoha

    You wailed, not knowing what else to do anymore. Your Father and Mother had taken off with your older sister and had left you behind. The titans had gotten past the gate, and soon enough one of them was going to find you.    You refused to move, huddled up in an alley way sobbing. How could your family leave behind one of their own children? Even though they always favored your perfect older sister, you thought they still loved you. Apparently, you were wrong.    Large footsteps approached you, and you held your breath, choking back sobs. A large eye appeared at the end of the alley way, and you screamed. Standing up, you turned and r

 “Maybe you should’ve asked about the side-effects of having a brain-mate.” Cipher said, standing behind you as you looked at yourself in the mirror, your hair matted and bruises forming along your ribs and hips, which were poking out as if trying to escape from your body. “How did this…” you said, your hand resting on your stomach, inverted from your ribs. Cipher reached around you, his hands outlining your ribs. “Your perception of time messed up, so you ate once a day, and now you’re like this,” He gestures to the mirror. “Hideous.” He smiled, he seemed pleased with what