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epictacobird · 1 year

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Dorms and their reactions to Demon Slayer!Yuu

Warnings: dark themes, ptsd mentioned, angsty content ahead, hurt + comfort, spoilers for book 1 of twst

No I will not stop talking about this please I need content and I’m a slut for crossovers. This is meant to be platonic but if you envision somethin else idc

No gendered pronouns to refer to mc/Yuu, only “you”

Heartslabyul (here)- Savanaclaw - Octavinelle - Scarabia - Pomefiore - Ignihyde - Diasomnia

Context:

You’re a demon slayer, an extremely experienced one at that. You have been fighting demons ever since you were young, and preparing to do so even younger. When you were unexpectedly thrown into Twisted Wonderland and admitted to NRC, you hid your sword in your uniform, and stashed away your clothes once you could. You figured the best way to survive here was to hide your cards. After all, being surrounded by morally questionable strangers with magic was not ideal. In the case you really needed it, you figured it was best to pretend to be weak so you’re strength can cover you when you need it most.

Now that a few months have passed and you’ve gained reliable friends, you didn’t see a point anymore. You felt safer than you ever have in you’re entire life. You were no longer on a battlefield, no longer surrounded by the pained cries of the people you failed to save. But the battle was catching up to you. Now that you were no longer fighting constantly, you had more time to think. You’re nightmares of battle have been getting worse and you can’t escape it. The guilt of hiding such an integral part of yourself from your friends wasn’t helping either. Eventually though, you let the dam break. You tell them about you’re life, the reason behind your scars and show them your sword. There’s tears in your eyes and you’re shaking like the child you once were long ago.

Riddle

When you first entered NRC he was taken aback by you’re clothing, even more so with you’re visible scars and toughened look.

Even before you became friends he took note of the look in you’re eyes. He felt uneasy, it did not give the impression a normal teenagers eyes would. Whenever he caught you alone in the hallways you would always hold that deadened gaze, even if it was paired with a pleasant smile.

It was during his overblot when he saw the look in your eyes change. You’re dead eyes turned wide with fear and worry. But not at him, rather for him. When he woke up after, he could’ve sworn you were in the edge of tears. Later you would tell him you were just worried for his safety, which was true. (Although only you would know why your fear ran so deep)

he thought of you as a very tough, resilient and brave individual, a view that continued as long as he knew you. So imagine his surprise when he accidentally walked in on you crying.

He felt something was wrong for a while, although today was especially bad. You were tense, jumpier, and had dark circles around your eyes that only got worse. It all went down when he came over to Ramshackle for a study session. You had forgotten all about it, having scheduled it a week earlier. Currently you were holding a trinket from a loved one you had lost to a demon and were bawling your eyes out.

In the heat of your mourning, you didn’t hear Riddle come in or walk up the stairs to your room. Despite all your training, your senses failed you even when Riddle knocked on the door.

He heard you and warning bells went off in his head, after how you were acting all week he decided he couldn’t ignore it anymore and opened the door.

He called out you’re name in the softest voice, his brows furrowed. He didn’t know what to do or what was going on, having not been comforted much growing up meant he was a little lost.

Your head snapped up, and Riddle stumbled seeing you’re face.

Your eyes were bloodshot and heavy, as if it held all the sorrow in the world and it just couldn’t contain it. You’re lip was nearly gnawed through from the way you were trying to stifle you’re cries.

At first he thought you were just homesick with the way you clutched the trinket in your hands. But he came to realize he was very wrong.

A demon slayer? You really witnessed all that death that young?

And oh god your scars. They ran all over your body. Claw marks, blades, burns, tears, bruises, they littered your body. He was sickened by all the near death experiences you had. The most he felt he could do was sit by you and listen to your story. He’s holding your hand, looking at you, gently motioning you to continue.

Truthfully his view of you doesn’t change. He’s impressed by your skills, your selflessness, and your determination. In the end, he researches ways he could help you. You were suffering, and you trusted him enough with all of this. The least he could do was to support you.

He hugs you so tightly, even though he was never really big on physical touch. Just this once, how could not? He gives such a gentle smile, “I promise to help any way I can, Prefect. Please, rely on me. You’ve done so much already.”

Trey

Being extremely observant, he knew that you didn’t lead a normal life.

The first instance was when you were making the tart for Riddle. He walked over to give you some pointers as you worked on the chestnuts. He didn’t show it, but he was surprised by your hands. They were thick and calloused, with small scars all over.

He didn’t think much of it, he was just under the impression you must have worked outside or in carpentry back home.

That is, until Riddle’s overblot.

You were calm, too calm for someone who apparently was never in a life or death situation. Not to mention your strategies, but maybe you were just intelligent.

You were magicless, a completely normal human, yet you deflected and dodged every attack. No one really noticed, as you were off to the side, except for him.

Truthfully, he didn’t have much evidence other than that. Just that he felt something was innately wrong. There was something in the way you carried yourself, the way you’re body tensed at any sound at night, the way your eyes glazed over and fell into void when you thought no one was looking.

It was when you came over to help him bake something did he have to guts to ask.

You were chopping up fruit with impressive skill, something that came in handy whenever he had to prepare a large amount of treats for an unbirthday party. You enjoyed the time with him, after all, you were allowed to take some home for yourself if there was extra.

“What did you do back home?”

You paused, the knife hovering over the apples you were slicing. “What do you mean?”

“Well…” He trailed off, trying to find the words, “I guess I’m just curious is all.”

You continued to cut through the fruit, the tension never releasing from your shoulders. “Ah, well I never really had much of an education. I started working pretty early, I…erm…” You stumbled, trying to think up of an excuse, “I worked as a farmer.”

Trey frowned, knowing damn well you lied. But he took it, figuring you must’ve had a good reason to. You were normally so honest, (too honest for Adeuce and grim’s liking) so you must’ve felt it necessary.

But what he didn’t know was the guilt gnawing at you. It was a dirty lie, a meaningless one even. You told yourself you didn’t want to ruin the happy mood but that was a lie too.

As Trey put the desserts in the oven and set the timers you fumbled with your apron. You spoke as steadily as your voice allowed, “Trey, I lied earlier. I’m not a farmer, it’s just the real answer isn’t a happy one. I didn’t want to scare you, I’m sorry.”

He turned around with a soft smile, and nodded for you to continue.

And so you did, with the both of you seated on the stools you recounted your life. Truth be told, Trey was just as horrified as Riddle. But he kept a straight face best he could and let you talk. He watched as the tension leave your shoulders as the weight above you finally dropped.

It was then Trey really got a good look at you. The scars that trailed just above the collar and cuffs of your shirt and the dark circles under your eyes. You just looked so tired.

“Thank you for telling me.” He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in gently. He was near tears himself, he couldn’t imagine someone his little sibling’s age witnessing all of that.

“I’ll take care of the rest, Prefect. Why don’t you stay here at Heartslabyul? I want to make sure you get a good nights’ rest.”

Cater

Like Ace and Deuce, he didn’t notice anything either. And if he did, he never pried. Out of everyone he understood the most about wanting to keep parts of your identity hidden.

Although he was initially weirded out by the way you reacted to his phone. It was like you were from a hundred years ago or something. In the end he did teach you how to use it, which you were forever grateful for now that you were living in a modern world.

You were a hard worker, he’ll give you that. You never let being magicless stop you from doing anything. When he tricked asked you to help him paint the roses, he noticed the pride you took in your work.

A lot of your interactions after Riddle’s overblot was him teaching you how to navigate social media. Especially when he realized how fucking ripped you are. He asked you to hold him up once for a pic and the amount of likes you got was insane.

Sure, you didn’t understand half of what he was saying but you liked his enthusiasm! It was nice to have a friend like him, someone that made you feel normal. Like with Adeuce, his fast paced nature let you forget about your past.

Of course, you couldn’t keep it a secret forever. Cater wanted to go shopping and dress you up so you could have matching outfits for magicam, and it was getting harder to avoid. After all, an outfit that showed more skin than the uniform meant he would see your scars front and center.

But that’s not how he found out, rather it was during a movie night y’all had at Heartslabyul.

You bunked with Cater for the night since he didn’t have a roommate and besides, it was fun to have a sleepover with your newfound bestie.

You struggled falling asleep, and when you did your nightmares came back full swing.

You woke up screaming, Cater had shaken you awake and he was terrified.

“Hey! Hey! It’s alright! Calm down Prefect, it was just a dream. Breathe alright?”

He explained that you were crying in your sleep, mumbling incoherent things with such fear that he had to wake you up. You really scared him.

When he asked you about your nightmare, you couldn’t bring yourself to lie. I mean, here he was, at your side with eyes wide and hands clasped to yours. If you lied to him now, could you really call each other friends?

So you told him, initially he thought that it must’ve been a crazy nightmare from a horror movie. But you explained that it was real, although the events were dramatized in your dream.

He was at a loss for words, all your odd little actions clicked into place. Of course you didn’t understand technology and hated when he walked around at night.

But he understood, bringing you into a hug and let you cry into his shoulder. You felt so small, fragile even. Nothing like before. In this moment you weren’t the strong and confident Ramshackle Prefect; rather a hurt child that couldn’t bear their burden any longer.

“Hey, why don’t we go to that one cafe by the beach tomorrow? It’ll be my treat, you’ve been wanting to go there for a while right?”

He held you tighter, he wasn’t a soldier or a fighter by any means, but he was a friend. He wanted to cheer you up, he couldn’t bear to see you like this.

“Oh you know what? Why don’t we finally go on that shopping trip you owe me. I’ll let you choose the fit though.”

Ace + Deuce

They absolutely walked in on you changing.

They were about to do something stupid, in fact they already have and we’re looking to you to help them out of it.

Deuce, the gentleman, was about to knock on your door to see if you were there.

Ace over here didn’t think twice about running to your room and kicking the door open. Deuce immediately protested, leading you to whip around with your shirt just over your head.

Your torso was showing, which of course was where the ugliest scars were.

Deuce yelled an apology and yanked Ace back, slamming the door shut. Both of them had seen it, and both had eyes as wide as saucers with a million thoughts running through their pea brains.

Initially, both of them thought you must’ve been some crazy thug or trouble maker to earn those scars. But the more they thought back on it, if you were just a troublemaker why did you have giant claw marks? Burns that bad surely couldn’t have come from just a few street fights.

They waited in the lounge for you to come down. For once they were quiet, and gave you their full attention when you walked in.

Tbh Deuce was wondering if you were in a gang. It would explain a lot about the scars. He never said it but he was a little hurt you would hide that from him since he came from similar circumstances.

Ace thought you finally had enough of him when you walked in holding a sword. Literally why would you scare him like that

You sighed and sat down on the decrepit couch. “Alright, I’ll answer your questions as honestly as I can. It’s the least I can do after hiding this for so long.”

Chaos

One question was shot one after the other, “What happened?!” “Were you in a gang?!” “Did you kill someone??!” “Why the sword?”

In the end you managed to shut them up and tell them everything. Honestly I don’t think they would’ve noticed your strange behavior at first. You were always cheery around them, sure you had your moments but no one at this school was normal.

Ace is a little salty you didn’t help more when they were fighting the overblot monster from the mines. You telling him you could’ve oneshot that guy while they were running around all crazy? Fake friends man

His attitude changes though when you answered Deuce’s questions about a specific scar he saw on your back. It was thick, running all the way down to your lower back. It twisted the skin in a way that showed how deep it ran.

You explained that that wound nearly killed you. Despite pushing through it, it weakened you severely. It marked one of the greatest failures of your career as a slayer. The result was a massacre of citizens and your teammates.

The air changed after that. For once, Ace and Deuce saw you at your weakest as you recounted the battle. The magicless Prefect, the human who faced dangerous overblots without a batting an eye, was shaking with tear filled eyes as they clutched their sword.

They were at a loss at what to do. This was a first, seeing you like this. In the end, they settled on cheering you up. They knew how much your past haunted you but you were at NRC now! Demons don’t exist here, and you gave everything to save those people. You couldn’t wallow forever, but you couldn’t help that. So as your friends, they’d support you as best they can.

“That’s actually pretty badass, I mean you got all these crazy stories.” Ace complimented.

“Yeah, no wonder you’ve made it though all those overblots. Just how strong are you?” Deuce followed up.

You sighed in relief, at least they weren’t freaked out or anything. You were finally able to relax into the couch with a small smile dancing on your lips.

“Can I use your sword?”

“No” 😐

“By the way, Grim is stuck in a tree. He’s hiding from Floyd after we pissed him off.”

*****

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