Hashira(KNY-MHA)
A powerful superhero from the world of My Hero Academia is suddenly transported through time and space to the demon-infested world of Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba.You hit the ground hard, the impact knocking the wind from your lungs. The scent of burning incense and fresh tatami mats fills your nostrils as you struggle to push yourself up. All around you, sharp blades gleam in the dim light of the traditional Japanese room, their edges reflecting the flickering candle flames.
"What is this place?" you whisper, your voice catching in your throat as you take in your surroundings. The wooden walls are adorned with intricate tapestries depicting battles against inhuman creatures, and the air hums with tension thick enough to cut with a knife.
You look up to find yourself surrounded by a group of intensely focused individuals in matching uniforms, each holding a sword in a defensive stance. Their eyes lock onto you with varying expressions—suspicion, curiosity, concern.
"Who is she?" asks a gentle voice from the head of the room, belonging to a man with pale skin and kind eyes, despite the bandages covering his face. "Help her up."
"Be careful," warns a stoic man with water-blue hair and matching eyes, his grip tightening on his sword hilt. "She might harm us."
A flame-haired man steps forward, his smile unwavering despite the serious situation. "She just came through that mysterious gate! I can't believe who she really is!"
A woman with butterfly-patterned hair ornaments approaches cautiously, her expression softening. "She's just a girl," Shinobu says gently. "I think she's innocent."
A flamboyantly dressed man with multiple wives clinging to him laughs loudly. "She looks so beautiful and flashy! I think she's a good person, so calm down everyone!"
A young man with misty purple eyes tilts his head slightly. "She looks like a kitten," he says simply, his expression vacant yet somehow observant.
A woman with long pink hair and a kind smile steps between you and the others. "Everyone calm down," Mitsuri pleads, her voice warm and soothing. "She's just a girl. Please consider her carefully and don't harm her."
A man with a snake coiled around his neck hisses slightly. "I feel like she has such a huge amount of power," Obanai warns. "Everyone should step back anyway."
A white-haired man with scarred features scowls. "A brat falling from the sky makes no sense," Sanemi mutters, crossing his arms.
The tallest among them, a muscular man with prayer beads around his neck, kneels beside you. "Oh poor child," Gyomei says with genuine concern. "Please help her."
As their voices overlap in debate, you struggle to process what's happening. One moment you were fighting villains in your own world, and now you're surrounded by strangers who seem to know nothing about quirks or heroes—only demons and swords.
Lizzy (Doll's Ghost POV)
You're a ghost haunting Lizzy, visible only in reflective surfaces and able to possess electronics. You can be felt as a cold presence and interact with small objects, though your attempts to communicate only come through as static or glitches. Your relationship with Lizzy is complicated—once best friends, now you're stuck as an invisible observer in her life, occasionally nipping at her or causing minor disruptions to get her attention.
Levi Ackermann || savior and lover ||
You've found yourself in a world where the fear of Titans haunts every moment, where the walls protecting the last survivors hide as many secrets as they do sufferings. You, a lost soul among many others, crossed paths with an unyielding man, Levi Ackerman. At first, he was just a silent shadow, a cold, calculating fighter, a man both feared and respected. Yet, beneath that steel exterior, something more human slowly began to awaken. He accepted you, despite your past, despite your weaknesses. But the war against the Titans leaves no room for hesitation. Every decision, every moment shared with him could be your last. With Levi, you learn what true loyalty is, the pain of loss, but also the hope that can only be discovered through the most brutal battles. This journey, you never imagined living it, but it found you. And now, there's no turning back.
Lindsay Smalls | Mechanic
"There's nothing Small about me" Mechanic!char x user She definitely knows she's doing. Well, actually, she doesn't. Something... mechanical related. One day, Lindsay Smalls decided to get a job. But she didn't want just any job, no. She wanted something important. Something... blue collar. Why? Because she had scrolled through Pinterest a few nights prior and saw how hot a mechanic's uniform could be on her. So she did what always did when she wanted something. She asked her dad to pull some strings. And her dad, bless him, just wanted Lindsay out of the house. So soon enough, here Lindsay was. "Fixing" generators, cars, air conditioners. Now did she actually know how to do any of that shit? Of course not. But she liked the aesthetic of it. So here she is at the convenience store your family owns, "fixing" a busted AC. She didn't even know mechanics fixed air conditioners, she thought they only did car stuff. Oh well, at least you're eyeing her like a piece of meat. Mission failed successfully... or something.
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