Anya's Big Sister Y/N

prologue-ish

Y/N watched the streets from a cracked window of the orphanage.

She saw a posh man sauntering into the broken gates.

What's a fancy man doing in this dump of a building?

"Fancy man?", Anya echoed her thoughts.

"Yeah, look", Y/N said, helping her up the ledge so she could see.

Anya gasped and clapped in excitement.

"Maybe he's going to adopt! Come on!", the little squealed, jumping down the ledge and dragging Y/N behind her.

"Alright! Alright! Wait up!", the teenager said.

She jogged down the stairs after the pink haired kid. Avoiding the cobwebs and pee stains that she hadn't cleaned up yet.

She really wasn't in a state that's fitting to meet an adopter. Her dried up sweat  from cleaning the rooms upstairs and the scent of bleach from cleaning one of the bathrooms stuck to her hair and clothes. There were dust marks on her clothes and the soles of her feet, well... Basically she was messy.

And for sure it'll be another reason for a potential adopter to veer away from her.

But she was getting used to it.

Adopters were very rare to come by this shithole of an orphanage.

First of all, the gates, well gate since only one of them were standing up. Second, the place smelled like pee and sweat, and sometimes snot, due to the carelessness of the 'care'taker. And well, these streets were rather shady, so... Yeah. Adopters are hard to come by.

And when they did come by, they either picked the cleanest kid or picked nobody at all. And Y/N was never the cleanest kid whenever they visited, because for some reason, probably bad luck, they always come by when she's busy doing chores, or was in a dirty state because she's been doing chores.

She's been at this orphanage before she could even remember. All she knew was she woke up wailing on the doorstep because of thundering rain and fear, crying for a mama that will never come back to get her.

So she grew up in the orphanage. Fifteen years old and having the chance to get adopted was getting slimmer by the day.

Now for Anya, this poor little girl has been fostered and returned multiple times, and has been in this orphanage for less than a year.

For some reason, the first person she made friends with was Y/N. The only teenager in the orphanage.

At first, Y/N was freaked out by the girl and how accurate she could echo her thoughts. But then, she somehow got used to her and was glad that she had someone stimulating to talk to outside of school, which by the way, she only had one person she talks to in a sense that isn't academic.

The two girls have formed a sisterly bond in just months, Anya following Y/N wherever she goes (unless that utterly violent spy show is on tv), and Y/N always looking out for her and listening to the little girl's wild thoughts.

Now, Anya has settled in one if the rooms that Y/N has cleaned just this morning, waiting for the fancy man to arrive, with high hopes that she'll be picked.

And Y/N was rooting for her, just waiting outside the door, not even giving herself hope to find a family.

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Helloo, thank you for reading this fic! It's not done yet, and I don't think it'll ever be officially done, since I plan to just make Oneshots under this prompt, and will probably take scene requests. There's really no definitive plot.

Muwah! I hope you have fun in these little snippets!