That's your *general* appearance. Change what you need except the katana and body language.

Edit: I've a feeling y'all have reading issues—"CHANGE what you NEED except the KATANA AND BODY LANGUAGE"

I meant general as in general feel and attitude—disposition—I know not everyone has pale skin with light eyes jfc💀💀💀

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Following the troublesome Okumura brother took a lot out of you sometimes. He mostly got into fights and brawls. You'd step in sometimes--which prompted him to ask what you were doing.

"Shiro asked me to look after you to make sure you're not hurting yourself," you'd always reply.

"Tell him I don't need a damn babysitter!!" He would retort.

"It's either that or you call a therapist. The choice is yours."
That's how the conversation always went and always ended. He never argued back after that. So now, you were entering a small alcove after Rin made three guys run off. One of which was shooting birds with arrows. The three of them ran past you, spluttering something about him being a demon.

"Everywhere you go, you cause trouble, don't ya?" You walked up to him, hands in your pockets.

"Shut up! I couldn't just stand there and let them do that." He looked down at his hand, which was bloody and his skin scraped up. You sighed and walked up to him, pulling out some medical tape.

"You know, Rin," you said, "I understand why you're like this, but there will come a time when you'll have to get your shit together." As you were tending to his scrapes, a small blush presented itself on his cheeks.

"Yeah, I know..." He replied quietly, "But you know I'm not good at things like that." You stepped away from him and let out a sigh.

"Then find things you're good at." You placed your hands on your hips. "Cooking, maybe?" He let out a sigh and checked his hand.

"Thanks..." He said, remembering the feel of your deft fingers.

"Please remember I'm not always going to be here for you, Rin," you said softly, "Even if I want to be. Same thing with Yukio. You have to learn to make it yourself."

"Yeah, I got it! You can stop lecturing me now."

"Rin." You placed your hands on his shoulders, suddenly closer to him. "Please focus. You're fifteen and can't hold a stable part-time job. Trouble is going to follow you." He frowned at you, but didn't argue. He knew you were right, he was just too stubborn to admit it.
You slid your hands off his shoulders.

"I gotta get going. The night shift is a pain the ass."

"Yeah," he replied, "I'll see you later, then." You smiled at him and nodded.

"Of course. Talk to you later, Rin."

~
You and Shiro Fujimoto were close friends. With you being Rin's first and *only* friend, he entrusted you to watch over him. He never asked about the sword strapped around your torso.
You visited the monastery often. Not to pray, but to visit the twins. Yukio also respected you greatly and admired you for being able to calm his volatile brother.

You asked your boss to leave a little earlier. A co-worker was now covering for you. Something inside of you gave you a bad feeling.

"Excuse me." You pushed open the doors.

"Oh, Miss Y/n," Shiro greeted with a smile.

"Welcome," the other two exorcists said.

"Why are you here? I thought you had a job," Yukio said from across you. You tilted your head at him.

"You're not happy to see me?"

"What? Of course not! I'm always happy to see you."
You smiled at him and walked farther into the monastery.

"I asked a friend to cover for me. I figured I hadn't seen Shiro in a long time and this was the perfect opportunity." You and him shook hands.

"It's always nice to see you, Miss Y/n," he said with a smile. You rolled your eyes at him.

"Drop the 'miss.' Save it for someone who deserves it." You leaned down at grabbed Rin's head, ruffling his hair.

"He-hey!" He exclaimed.

"Never changing, huh?" Your soft gaze silenced him into blushing quietness.

"Father Fujimoto." A man walked to his side. You never bothered to learn anyone else's names. "Someone is here to see you." He whispered, but you heard.

"Sure," Shiro replied, beginning to walk away. "Clean up this mess before the service starts." He directed that towards the other two.

"Yes, Father."

"Yukio, Y/n, I want you to tend to Rin's wounds."

"Yes, dad. Let's go, Rin."
You grabbed his arm and hauled him up.

"Come on." You dragged him to the back of the church where Yukio retrieved the medical supplies. You opened the box and poured some rubbing alcohol on a cotton pad.

"Man, you're a real masochist, you know that?"

"Shut up! I'm not a damn masochist!"
You pressed the cotton on his face.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch...!" He flinched away from you.

"Stop squirming, you brat." You grabbed his head and forced him to stay still. "Shit, dude. There's gonna be a time where I can't fix you, you know." He just hummed. Your face was close to his. So close he could feel your breath on his cheek.

"Dude, your face is getting hot."

"Sh-shut up!"

"Y/n-chan." Yukio put a hand on your shoulder. "I can take it from here." He gently pushed you away. You allowed him to, standing up and backing away.

"Hey, so you're moving into the dorm, huh?" Rin asked Yukio.

"Well, since school starts next week. Tomorrow I'll be saying goodbye to this monastery, where I've spent the first fifteen years of my life," he replied.

"So I guess that makes this the last time you'll be treating my injuries." Rin smiled, but you could see a hint of sadness.

"That's not true," Yukio said, cutting the medical tape. "You still have Y/n-chan by your side. When I become a doctor, I'll give you all the treatment you want. For a fee, of course."

"You've always wanted to become a doctor, right?" You spoke, "Bitch, go for it. You're gonna make it, I'm sure you'll succeed."

"Yeah, me too!" Rin admired his patches injuries.

"Did you miss the part where I said I was going to charge you, Rin?"

"Too broke to even break a finger." You scoffed.

"Listen... you're going to be all right without me, aren't you?" Yukio closed the med box.

"Wh-What's up with that? You gonna lecture me or something?"

"Yeah, the fuck, Yukio? I'm right here." You crossed your arms. He quickly looked at you.

"I know. I'm just worried, that's all. It's not just me, either." He then looked at Rin. "Dad's worried, and so is everyone else here. I mean, you're getting into fights everyday, and you can't hold down a part-time job for long. I know Y/n-chan is here for you, but she's not going to take care of you 24/7."
You quietly sighed.

"Look, I'm stressed by all that, too," Rin admitted, "I know I've got to pull it together, and fast. But..." You knew very well he was thinking back to those three boys. If Rin weren't there, you would've separated their heads from their shoulders yourself.

"I'm sure you're just being tested in a way, Rin," Yukio said.

"By who?"

"By God." Yukio smiled. You slapped him softly at the back of his head.

"You're beginning to sound like Shiro." You smiled.

"Ah, there you are!"
You three looked at the doorway and saw two of the exorcists walk in.

"We heard that the Southern Cross Shopping Mall is hiring part-timers." One of them held up a flyer.

"Part-time?" Rin repeated.

"We called, and they want you there right now for an interview."

"Hey... what's the big idea, calling them without telling me?"
You slung your arm over his shoulders.

"Does it matter now? Here's your chance!"

"Here, I'll lend you my suit." Another one appeared behind you, throwing a box. You caught it and pushed it into Rin's chest.

"I have to wear a suit to interview for a part-time job?"

"Of course you do! First impressions are important," you replied.

"Here, take these shoes. Don't mess them up, got that?"
"And here's a lap and your new résumé. You'll have to take care of the photo yourself."

"Rin," you said, smiling at him brightly. He rubbed his head awkwardly, a small blush covering his face.

"Looks like there's no way out of it..."

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!!" You grabbed his hand. "LET'S GET YOU DRESSED YOU USELESS OAF!!"

"Use-useless?!"

Ja ne!

{Ruby Red}