May Bells (Oikawa x reader) {Final Haikyuu Quest!AU}

Amaryllis

Frowning is all you do these days when you're at the church.

It's not good for you, and the nicer nuns worry, but they can't really help you, you won't let them, and there isn't much they can actually do to help anyways, because you're absolutely fed up with living in that church, that hag Mara makes it a constant hell for you and pushes you to achieve goals that aren't your own and learn things that you don't care for in the slightest, and you're done with it.

You try to stay away from the church as much as you can, which resulted in hanging around the town market, you'd hang around and look at the items for sale, hardly ever actually buying anything as most of it doesn't interest you; most of the merchants know you now because you've visited so frequently, they don't know your real name though, and you wear a mask when you go since you can't risk anyone who frequents the church seeing you there. While you're there you put on creative little magic shows for money. You'll sit there and do your thing with a woven basket laid out in front of you while people drop coins of varying worth.

At the beginning you'd only get a few copper and bronze coins; maybe a silver piece if you were lucky that day, but maybe a little bit over a month after you started something changed.

You'd gotten to the town market bright and early, the day was young but already the ground was beginning to bake with heat. Only a few people were there yet, they hovered from one stall to the next and you enjoyed the unusual quiet of the morning, absorbing the feel of the sun on your skin with your eyes closed. You felt something change though, like the presence of somebody that wasn't there before; opening your eyes, you looked around and a few yards away from you was someone dressed in a black cloak, they didn't scare you even though everyone else seems to have been intimidated.

Their face was blanketed in shadows, but they met your (e/c) eyes and held your gaze for a long time, perhaps too long. You pulled your pupils away and you felt nauseous for some reason, their eyes were so striking despite being covered in shadows, the cloaked stranger walked through the market without sparing any of the stalls a glance, but then they stopped in front of where you sat. From what little of the shape of their body you could see, you presumed the stranger was a male— or at the very least, masculine, there were plenty of genderless creatures, humans, and deities out there.

The stranger clenched his fist before dropping a coin into your basket, you hadn't started yet. Not looking down at you, he walked away just as quickly as he came, weird. You leaned over the basket and let out a silent gasp, it was a platinum coin, that was worth enough to feed one person for at the very least a month.

You stared down at the coin in shock, "...thank you." It came out in a hushed whisper, words spoken to someone who wasn't there anymore, and hadn't been for a long time; after that, it seemed like people were a lot more generous and willing to give you money, which was lovely. It made you wonder who that person/thing in the cloak was, you would think about it, but something would always get in the way and prevent it.

Recently, going to the town market started feeling almost like a chore to you despite the money that it brings, you're not sure why, but you began longing for somewhere else to spend your time, somewhere a little more isolated.

You're seventeen now, which means you're old enough to live by yourself, so there's no point in sticking around the church, only thing left to do is get out of here, and that's just what you're doing tonight; no more cleric training and no more sister Mara, you'll finally be free of her constantly stifling your every thought. A few days ago you bought something from the market, a warding charm in the form of a bracelet laced with small symbols made of silver hanging off and blue and green beads spacing them out.

The gentle and pale glow of the moon is your only lighting as you stare at the door to your room, not a soul is stirring, now's your opportunity to leave. You quickly throw the covers off of your body and pick up your woven basket that you bring to the town market and begin throwing clothes into it, not everything can fit so you only put your favorite items and you layer a few articles of clothing onto your body, making sure to slide the warding charm onto your wrist before wrapping yourself in a dark blue cloak. You carry a few belongs in your arms, your books on various magical topics, you mother's staff cradled underneath your right arm, the basket resting in the crook of your left elbow, and your vase of May bells balanced precariously on top the stack of books.