The Ripple Effect [Stein x Reader]

Reprehension

There was a story that you vaguely remembered being told in the earlier days of your existence. The story was about a woman who lived in the sea and had a tail. To put it bluntly, she was a mermaid. This woman spent most of her days laying on the rocks and admiring the land - wishing to join everyone that was running about and kicking up the sand of the beach. She always strayed away from this land, though - choosing to admire it from a distance rather than going up to touch the warm sand with her own fingers because she was scared. She was terrified of what those with legs, who had never seen a creature like her, would do to her if they were to see her. However, as fate would have it she one day laid eyes on a human man and became enamored with him. And as the story would go, she fell in love with the man.

In a fit of passion she turned around and sold her soul to the devil of the sea so that she could have legs. 

Of course, selling her soul came with a price.

The irony behind it all was not only did she have two days, in exchange for the two legs, to get this man to fall in love with her - but every time she walked on the feet she had spent her life desperately lusting after . . . desperately wishing to use to run and play . . . she felt as though knives were stabbing into them; she was incapable of doing the one thing she had always wished to do with the two things that she had always wished to have.

Both the love she lusted after and the legs she wanted after were the most painful things that she had ever experienced in her life.

"I can't walk anymore! - I can't take this - ! Leave me be - ! Take me back to my confinement so that I can sit down or leave me so that I can sit here on my own!" 

Justin let out a sigh of exasperation and looked down at the quivering form underneath his nose - you - with a skeptical eye. Closing his eyes for a moment, his shoulder heaved in a rather exasperated sigh and he turned his head from side to side - looking at the students that were now congregated around your form, dressed in a white gown, with confusion and slight curiosity. " [Name], I cannot hear you but simply be the way that your lips move I can tell that you are quite loud . . . You are really quite troublesome, name . . . Can you not sit in the middle of the hallway throwing a temper-tantrum like a small child? Or must you insist on making a spectacle out of myself and yourself, respectively?" 

"Take me back to where I woke up! Take me back right now! I'm tired of walking! I'm tired of you urging me on when I can't go any further! Little boy, take me back right now!" 

Students watched as their normally-stoic, traitorous, and former assistant teacher exploded into a fit of childish anger and frustration - throwing a tantrum right in the center of the hallway.

Justin himself was not embarrassed with the situation; he seemed ever-so apprehensive. If anything, you were proving to be a thorn in his side that he could not successfully remove. You were inhibiting the progress of Lord Death's will and therefore, you were proving to be quite irritating. 

"Me a little boy? I'm not the one who's sitting in the center of the hallway throwing a tantrum; that is you" Justin craned his neck about slightly before clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, "Go on!" He exclaimed to the students, "Don't just sit here and watch this! You have classes to attend! Go to your classes," He clapped his hands together slightly, "It would be an unsightly thing to watch a bunch of ungrateful students avoid their classes!" The students gave out a sigh of irritation, but decided that it would be best if they didn't go against the wishes of the youngest Death Scythe to graduate the academy and began to disperse, heading off to their respective classes.