Literature
Ayato Kirishima x Reader |Weakling|
A/N: Warning, there's violence in this story, although not described in great detail. Read at your own risk.
Your muscles screamed in agony as you continued to scrubbed the floor underneath of you. Your nose was scrunched up, even the mask covering your nose was useless as this point. The stench of human blood, while some ghouls found it incredibly alluring, you thought in this case it smelled quite disgusting. You were going to get this done, even if it wasn't assigned to your list of chores.
"(Name), what are you doing? Do you want to get killed? If Ayato sees this-"
"Calm down, Banjou." You interrupted his hushed whisper, as a small smi