warnings : heavy angst, mentions of blood and violence, character death, suggestive content but nothing explicit, gender neutral pronouns but reader was depicted as a female, no comfort
word count : 1.4k
synopsis : it was you who had the power to wield magic, so why were you the one under his spell?
song playing : Witch Hunt by Slaves
requested : yes / ➢ no
notes : originally posted on my tumblr !!
disclaimer : this is a work of fiction, made only for entertainment purposes and in no way or form should be taken seriously. i do not own any of the haikyuu characters.
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You panted heavily as you ran through the woods, the branches of the trees scratching at your skin. The voices shouting curses at you rang loudly in your ears, and you could see the fire from their torches lighting your path from behind you. You forced your legs to run faster, you ran until your lungs burned. You ran until you could no longer see the illumination of the burning flames, and there was nothing but darkness and stillness. Once you were sure you were far away enough, you leaned back, resting against a large tree. Your chest heaved, but you tried your best to keep your breathing quiet in fear that someone might hear you.
"There's nowhere to run (Y/n)."
You froze at the familiar voice.
The sweet angelic voice that plagued your mind like a sick disease. The voice that whispered words of sweet nothings in your ears as he took away whatever purity you had left in you. The voice that told you he loved you, despite knowing what you were. The voice that promised you that nothing would happen to you as long as he was next to you.
"Tetsurou," you softly whispered, your chest clenched.
The torch he held lit up the dark night, giving you a perfect view of his face. Despite being covered in the blood of your close friends, he still looked as beautiful as the first day you met him by the lake just outside of the village. Your friends, Suguru and Naoyasu, warned you. They warned you about the dangers of creating close ties with those outside your inner circle. Because everyone who didn't understand the way of witches, feared them and wanted them dead.
"You lied to me." your voice trembled, "I thought... I thought you—"
"And like you said," he said, taking a step closer to you, "I was lying."
He walked closer towards you and you let him. Fear engulfed your body, but you couldn't find it in you to move a single muscle. You let him get so close to you that you could feel the heat from the fire torch touch your skin.
