[ noya’s reflexes were fast, but not this fast. he’s incredibly fast, and during that little blip of time nishinoya wouldn’t have known that something had hit him. or grabbed him, in this case. he’s against the wall with his breath held, looking upward at the demon’s features and— finding himself oddly captivated.
this was someone invading his home that he knew nothing about, not even a name. he was invading his personal space. he should feel immensely uncomfortable and part of him did, but—
the other part was racing too fast to think that way. ]
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this was someone invading his home that he knew nothing about, not even a name. he was invading his personal space. he should feel immensely uncomfortable and part of him did, but—
the other part was racing too fast to think that way. ]
What do you want?
[ his money? his belongings? his milk?
the other kind. ]