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𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃
𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂
𝒶 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒 ❞｡ˎˊ˗
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˗ˏˋ WHEN YOU WEAR A
MASK FOR SO LONG 、 ˎˊ˗

˗ˏˋ YOU FORGET WHO YOU
WERE UNDERNEATH IT ˎˊ˗

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[ ♡ kiyoko is online !! ]

kiyoko
hi hiromi-chan, are
you there? we're getting
worried and we hope
you're all okay !!
٩(ó｡ò۶ ♡)))♬

hiromi
omg sorry for not texting
you back ! i found hinata
and kageyama ( ॣ•͈૦•͈ ॣ)
they were at shiratorizawa !

kiyoko
really?? what we're
they doing there?

hiromi
they were wandering around
the volleyball gym haha, i
happened to have a friend
there so i decided to visit

hiromi
but, we're on our way
back home ٩(•̤̀ᵕ•̤́๑)૭✧
we'll see you soon !

kiyoko
i'm so glad !!
‧˚₊*̥(* ⁰̷̴͈꒨⁰̷̴͈)‧˚₊*̥

kiyoko
again thank you so
much hiromi-chan
for finding them, we
couldn't have done
it without you !

hiromi
no problem ♡

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now offline !! ❀ ] ˎˊ˗

˗ˏˋ [ ❀ thanks for chatting
on darlingram.com !! ❀ ] ˎˊ˗

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looking up to the two first
years with a sharp, killer look,
hiromi smiled sickly with veins
popping out of her temple while
the duo shook in fear.

"ne, hinata, kageyama," the
karasuno students were sitting
all together on the train ride back
to other part of the miyagi prefecture,
"mind telling me why i shouldn't kick
your asses into next tuesday when
daichi's going to do that when
we arrive home?"

a scary aura surrounded the
plastic beauty, causing eyes to
stare and kageyama and hinata to
think they were doomed. "ano. . .
we ran too far during practice and
somehow made it to shiratorizawa,
sorry for making you go all this
way saito-senpai!!"

sighing into her pale, soft
hands, her honey irises seeped into
the young, devoted volleyball players
which she knew would make it big one
day. "it's fine, hinata. just don't do it
again. . ." feeling terribly tired from
searching for the first years, hiromi was
about to fall asleep in her seat until
kageyama asked her a question.

"saito-senpai," the blackette
with blueberry eyes sipped from
his strawberry milk carton with
a curious look, "why were you
hugging ushijima wakatoshi?"

hiromi immediately stood
up with a rose hue airbrushing
her cheeks. 'they saw that?!' the
karasuno manager was panicking
inside, 'what if they think toshi-kun
and i are in a r-relationship—?!'

"oh yeah!! saito-senpai you
didn't tell us you were dating japan!"
the ebony beaut heard astonishment
and shock in the ginger's happy voice.
taking a long gulped from her water,
the third year knew that this would be
a very long conservation and a very
long train ride with these two.

"you guys, ushijima-san
and i are just friends."

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. ✦ ˎ ˊ ｡
｡. ❝ 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓅 ❞ ｡ˎˊ˗
✧ ˊ ｡
✧ ✦

after bidding adieu to hinata and
kageyama, hiromi at last made it back
home in the abyss of midnight. it wasn't
new for hiromi to feel extremely exhausted
due to her lack of food nutrition, but
she was hungry none of the less.

pressing in the passcode into her
apartment complex, she flicked the
lights to see the hollow, white walls
that held the memories of her father
and the withering bouquet of roses that
her mother's boyfriend got for her.

the residence of hiromi saito was
simple yet modern. glass sliding doors
showed the black void of the stars that blackette hoped would grant her wishes. polished, birch floors were always clean
and never needed to be tended to, since
her mother was rarely home.

a short time after bathing and
slipping into a baby blue negligee,
hiromi's hunger continued to grow
just like her depression. before going
to bed in a dark trance where phantoms
would swim with her, her golden orbs
gazed at the pink lunchbox on the
marble, kitchen counter.

'that's the bento kiyoko-chan
gave me yesterday before i left. . .'
with her knuckles turning pale and
her jaw tightening at the sight of
food, the plastic felt her stomach
savor the tastes of rice and meat.

the poor girl couldn't recall the last
time she ate with her thoughts only hazed
with stress and the possibility of fainting. before turning the knob of her room to fall
into the soft duvet covers of her canopy bed, her mind screamed as she continued falling into the hands of her demons.

'i shouldn't eat it, i'd
throw it up anyway.'

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｡. ❝𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 ❞ ｡ˎˊ˗
✧ ˊ ｡
✧ ✦

she dreaded this
day the most. feeling as
if she was about to throw up,
the younger hiromi saito was
toned in a sickly white and hated
the fact her and her mother were
going to the open house at aoba
johsai with a passion.

hiromi was only recovering
from another recent plastic surgery,
and every step she walked with
laced with the pain and the agony.
"oka-san," she said weakly once they
got to the gates of the place she thought
was hell, "why are we going to the open
house if i'm going to shiratorizawa?"

draped in her black prada
dress, kazumi could only scoff
at her daughter. the mother held
onto her hermès kelly stiffly, holding
the urge to slap her child in public.
"don't talk to me unless i speak to
you, do you want to have what
happened last week?"

the blackette fell silent. holding in
her breath and the lies that were deep
inside her, hiromi suffocated whenever
she was with her mother. she was dying
under the masks kazumi forced them to where; to look like a beautiful, perfect, daughter and mother combo.

"we are going to aoba johsai's
open house to meet a colleague
of mine. she has a daughter going
here, so i must brag to her that
you're going to shiratorizawa." her
mother spat out with venom. looking
at her daughter with deadly eyes
and poisonous eyeliner, the
châtain haired woman hated
her daughter with every
fiber of her plastic being.

"try not to disgrace me like
you always do, hiromi."

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｡. ❝ 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓅 ❞ ｡ˎˊ˗
✧ ˊ ｡
✧ ✦

aimlessly walking around the halls
with a fake, friendly smile, hiromi was
having a panic attack in her heart and
she wasn't having any of it. she feared
to see his face again, the face of a person
who brought her so low and deteriorated
all of her self esteem and self respect.

his smirk and haunting
laugh were tattooed to her mind
like a bruise that's black and blue.
words couldn't describe what he
did to her, he ruined her—

oikawa tooru was the one
who murdered hiromi tsuji.

"iwa-chan~ come on!
let's go see the gymnasium,
i bet it's way bigger than the
one at kitegawa daichii!! you'll
come with us too, ne maki-san
and matsukawa-san?"

oh no. . .

she was panicking, absolutely
frozen once she heard the voice
that once destroyed her. hiromi was
shaking to the pits of hell as her hands trembled to her throbbing heartbeat.
her stomach felt sick, almost about
to throw up her heart.

h̵̨̨̼͎̱̺͚̬̳̾̈́̽̓͊̏ͅą̵̛͑̾̽͐̌͛̅͊̒h̴̡̢̙̦̠̞͕̦̗͚͒͊̓̎̈́̕ả̴̫́̈͑̓̌̾̇̕͝ ̸̡͙̃̊̐ė̴̛̜̙͎̜͙͈̻̤̮̓͐͋̾͐̓͘͝ͅa̶̢̫̼̻͚͖͖̼̅͊̎̑́̑̉̊̃̅t̴̢̩̟̪͖̆̓̇̓͛͘͜͠ ̷̯̗̬̠̮̝̇̀́͂̐͛̿̕͝y̵̧̯̖̬̥̱̩̺̿́͝ȍ̷̳͇̤̟̺̳͉̳͖͈̈ư̵̞̯̭͆͛ŗ̶̧̡̘̫͇̘̣͋͒́̓̊́̓ ̴̧̬̯̤̰̃̎̄͐̏͋̆̓͊̾h̷̡͎̠̘͙̮̯͒̔̀͋͜͜͝e̷̢̻͖̠̖͔͆̄̐â̴̺͙̰̣̼̦͐̾̈́ȑ̴͚̤̉̐̇̂̀̔t̷͎̗͉̳̊͌̊͛͊͐́̌̌
̶̧̥̥̙͚̣̈́͛̍̏͠o̸̳͖̱͍̤͋͊̂͝ụ̸̑ṭ̴̛̦̜̖̖͕̼̟̤̀͋͋̆ͅ ̵̨̖͇̳̈́́y̶͙̓̈̑o̸̢̧͉̮̫͓̘͇͍̗̅̀ũ̴̧̮̱͍̱̿͊̍̓̄̄͑̌ ̷̯͚̝́p̴̳̫̆͛͆̊̾́͑̔͘͜i̴̧̜͙͊̎̑g̴̫̜̭̖͌̒́̉͆̈̀͌ ̵̯͚̥̭̖̜̝͒̉͗!̶̨̨̜̯̱̉̈́͑̒̽͗͐̓͝

̴̢̠̮̫̹͊̌̾͠ẁ̸̘͇̗̗h̶͖̮͛ÿ̷̖͈͕̙̜̼͔́̇̏̍̚ ̸̭̘̲̱̜͋̿̈́̈́̄̍̊d̷̻̺̖̞̯̖̝̅̎̒͂̋̒͂̆̕͝o̴̭̤̦̙̊͐̆̌̀̂̕͝ͅň̸̡̡̟͎̗̙͇̦̱̇͂̋̕̕͘͠͠'̸̬̙̞͉̘̑̄̆͊͐̈́̍̑͝t̵̛̬̃̍̌ ̸̼̫͉͂̽́́̚͝ͅy̸̢̘̱̰͖͕͈͕̎̌̂̅̒͑̀͝o̸͎͕͇̟̯̗̞͌̋ǔ̵͇̘̤͍̲ ̶̡͉̲͕͉̠͖̱̅͂͗̚͜͝͝l̶̨̲̲͍̰̋̿̀̓̓̒̎o̸̢̡̦͎͖̰̰̐̀̈́̓̅s̵͙̹͎̭̏́̏ȩ̵̹̲͊͌́̏̃̒̎
̵̢͈̲̱͉̉̿͌̈́̈́̅̚ã̸̛̯̲͚̳͓̅̽̀̄͛͜͝ ̶̢͚̩̟͊͗͜f̸̡̼̩̬̲̩̊̓e̶̼͉̘̺͑w̴̻̤̻̑̓̀ p̵̼̥̠̼͊͆̾̑̔̓ò̶̡̧̧͈̙͔͙̯̹̈́͐͒̍̏͘͜u̶̧̟̍͂͌͝n̵̢̥̞̝͎̐̓͠d̶͈̩̳̪̘̟̻̀̔̌͐͐ṡ̶͈̒̎́̑̕͠ ̷̱̪͌̅̀ͅh̶̨͇̥͔̬͍̞͈̋̀̂̐̓̐͊î̶̗͊̾͐r̴̦̫̦̠̥͎͖͔͉̅̅ȍ̶̡̡̪̞̣̗̲̝̓̿͗́̀̾͜m̴̛̭͈͕̻͇͖̣̉͐̈́̂̚i̵͇̜̺͙͖̔̅́̈̌͊͌̉-̸̗̱̮͇̖̠̐̈́c̶̤̖͂͒̂̽̀̍h̷̛͍͈̲͈̞̐̓̇̀́͒̚͝͝a̷̢͎̱͑̀̌̿̒͋̏͠n̶̡̼͑͐̀̆́̂͋͜?̵̧͖͔̺̹͕̅̈́͛̽
̷̧̧͇̗̼͉͕̗̅̀̉̈́̀̃̚͘ͅt̵̢̧̙̟́̌̉͌͝h̸̰̭̙̩̪̰͙̹͖͛͊͑e̶̪̤̪͈̥͚̻̊̅͋̀̈́̅n̵͚̥̔̓͐̅̕͘ ̵̨̞̲͕̄̀̌͝ṃ̷͙̼̝͕̲̅̽̈́̄̂̉̇̕a̷̫̯̜̠̱̳̜̜̱̩̾͋͆̂́̿͌́̚̚y̶̺̓̂͑̏b̸̢͕̀̄̐̕e̴̬̰̪̹̙̜̱̙͂̂̾̔́ͅ ̷̨̪̟̼̭͙̤̮̳͌̓̀͌̈͑͗́͆̈́͜s̴̹̣̱̆̋̑͊̓͐̈́́̕͝o̸̘͕̮̺̥͉̫͙̬̿̏͐̅ͅm̶̢̢̫͕̀̇e̷̢͎̤̖̪̣͈͍͑͛̉̓ͅ ̴̬̬͎̙͔̾͑̔̈p̶̨̱͉̗̜̤͍͈̪̌̀͛̑͘e̵̢̹͉̯̭͚̙̬͆́̒̓̈́͂̓̓̒́ͅo̶̹͇̗̰̳̹̠̙͛̉ͅp̶͎̦̦̪͚̻̟͈͖̌̐͊̐̃̔̌̈́͒̽͜l̴̨̤̗͖̹͌͑̓̽e̴̞̼̯̟͔̘̬͔̾̇͐̒̇
̶̧̧̭̗̗͇̞͉̫͐̾̓͗̔̌̀̋̄ẉ̴̞͉͎̈͂͊̇͂̓̅͒̕͜͠o̵̞̯͑̾͊͠͝ǘ̵̺̭͉̤͓̹͔͔͕͎͐l̵̻̬̎̐́̅͛͋͗͠͝ḏ̷͎̯̣̂́̉͝ ̷͚̼̲̿̃̎̑̉͜ͅl̷̺͎̮͚̟̝̭̙̿̑̓̈́ì̶̛̙̟̃͠k̸̛̰̱͂̎͂́̓̓̌͘è̶͖̭̭̘͓̘̤͙̪̽̀̀͗͊͝͝ ̴̘̟̺͈̦͐̊̚y̸̛̭͖̞͈͕̞̌͗̏̀̊̒͠o̵̗͇̙̯͛̔͐̆͠ͅu̷̫̼̙̲͚̇̊ ̴̟̒̒͋̓̔́̚m̸̢̘̩͔̪̲̈͆̆̋͊͜ó̵̱̱̏͊̊͜ṟ̸̫̮̪̘̬̥̆͆͋͜͝͝͝ḙ̴͛͗̎̎̈́̄̎̑̎͑!̸̩̘̺̈̌̀͝

SHUT UP YOU'RE HURTING
ME OIKAWA-SAN !!

̴̪̤͖̪͔̟̠̜̜́̃y̸̧͇̪͎̭͙̳̓̈́͗̈́̄͘̕o̷͚̤̿́̽̏u̴̧̯̟̰̠͖̪͈͛̈́̔̏̉̈́͆'̷̢̨̯̗͔̤̌́̋̒̌͌̋͘͘͜͠ȑ̴̨̲̦̪̱̺̂ȩ̷̣̬͎͂̐́̄̔́ ̵̱̻̠͙̽̚ș̶̟̝̲̜͂̍̄̀o̷̯̯͉͇̲̳̹͛͌͛͆̎̏͘͝͠ ̵̣͔̳͔͎̗͔͍̑͘f̸̢͙̮̭̞̜̣̭̦̉a̶̳̮̫̣͐̃͋̇̈́̆͘t̸̮̟̍̔̏̌̉̆ ̴̡̱͆̆̏̕͝͝a̶̧͍̖͖͙̗̪̮̜͇̍̓͗̈̍̈́n̷͎͓͖̞̗̗̟̱̮̞̑͆͋͝d̵̢͎̰̙̖̽̎͂͗͛̎̚͜͜͜͠ͅ
̶̛̱͑̕u̴͙̦͚̠͎̹̫͒̎̋̐͝g̴͎̊͆̈́̂̄̅̔̈́̚l̴̢̤̲̘̙͒̃̃͋̒́̈́̔̉̈́y̴̩͙̒ ̸̹͍͙͇̾̃́̈́͑͒͜͝h̶͎̫̹̗̟͖̙͔̘͂̋̈́̀̐̋̓̕o̷͚̥͚͙̮̪̼̦̼͛̏w̵͍̩̞̠̩͐ ̸̛͉͙̬̘̳̥͚̘̔͂ḑ̶͕͇͓͚͍̆̓̽̏̔͛̕o̴̠̯̣͓̖͓̳̪͒͒̈́̀͋̓͐͝͝ę̵̠̯̫̙͓̮̣̱̘̒̌̓̃̋̎̂͠ṡ̵̛̤̘̩̻͕̯͕̲͙̅̈́͐͘n̶̢̧̘͚̗͖͍̘̈́̾͋̉̄͑̍̾'̵̳̠̠̬͕͆͑ͅt̶̩͓̓̊̄̉ͅ ̶̧̯̼̗̜̮̲͙̱̦̋͝s̷̻̽͠o̵̬̬̹͊̀̂ͅm̸̨̰̱̹̲̯̞̀̇̂̋é̴̮̜̩͖̬̘̦͈̭̗̅̈̽͂̀̓̓̽͘o̷̡̱̻̯̖̗̳̠̟̍̂̔͘͝ņ̷̡̯͙͎̯̟̬̹̓̿̅́̿e̶̢̗̭͓̼̻͙͙̊͋͗̇͘
̶͎̤̲̤̥̻̫̻̦̞̅l̷̹͉͒̚ǐ̴̥̭͎̯̻͕̦̾͘͠k̶̯͖̘̩̬̳̆̌͐͆̄̈́̽̓ę̶̰̭̫̻̺͎̟̹̺̃͐͐̿̌̉ ̷̮̝̒y̴̡̪̮͠ǫ̷̹͇͖͈̱̂̃̊̾͒̔͑̏̊̚ͅù̴̡̨͚̣̗͓̥̼̌͒̓͊̈́͗̊͘ͅ ̶̟̜̲̮̖̫̗͛ē̷̡̬͉̰̫̣̝̬̙͓͌̌́̎̈́͒̓͝v̵̬̗̮̭̗̖̪̰͂̔ȩ̵̱̤̖̊̐͊͂̑̅̋ṅ̷̼ ̷͓̦̙̄̐̈́͒̉̌́̏̕l̴̛̤͚̮̘̺̠̐̃͜i̷̫̣̥̟͉͉͕̤͇̒̎̅̑͋͠v̸̞̗̫̼̩̲̖̗́̒̋̀̓̂̔́͊͘ȩ̸̦̫͚͈̟̈́͊̒?

SHUT YOUR MOUTH I
DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!

̵̲̩̟͙̣͍̦̈́͝i̵̝̜̰̖̺͍͎̥̬̦͂͒̊̐̐́͊̎̉͘f̶̢͓͉̯̪̻̝̬̜̒̈́̂̓͑͐̔͘ ̷͖̠̊͌͝͠͝ī̵̬́̂̀͛͌̐ ̴̛̛̙̹̀̎̎̾̋̈́̒ę̵̪̦̈́̓̽̓͠͝v̷̘̖̠̰͙͙̏̇͆̎̕̕ͅë̶̢̨̛̪͖͕̠͙͓͚͖̄̇͗̃͌̔͆͝r̶̗͖͙͖̍̈̌̈́̀̀́̓̑ͅ ̵̥̮̜̠͔̭̗̫̞̜̂̒͠l̶̢̨̩̪̖̻̞̠̭͛̅̋́ͅo̴̱̻̲͇̺̬̥̔́͂͐͘͠ͅo̷̻̅̆̅̔k̸̭̪̯̰͙͓̦͋̔̾̚͜e̵͙͙͎̣̺͓̲̜͙̎d̴̪͕̠̗̦̗͐ ̸̨̖̟͙̳̝͕̆̏̊̂̄l̴̞̈͑̄̿̂͜͝i̶͔̮͗͐̅̈́̎̚͝k̴͓̣͊͌̈́̌̒̽̆́͝e̴̛̼̩̻̘̻͙̼̓͌͌̇̉̉̀͝ͅ ̸̗̥͎̰̳͍͇̈́̑̈́̌̕͠ţ̷̨̖̞̱̱͔̙̦͔̈́̄̌͋͝h̶̡̢̟͉̮͎̯͍̰̑͒̂̿ã̸̮͖̠̍̆̑͠t̷̗̗̟̞̯̱̲̲͂̀̆̍̈́̒,̸̩̯̳͙̩͙͕̲̂͐̏̾͌̒̇̃̎
̶̣̪̗̹̪̰͇̻͂i̷̼̮̹̤͉̖̞̊'̷̢̠̳̯͉̬̦̘̭͝d̷̨͍̪͈͎͖͍̗͎̄̀̀̄̋̑͊͊͌̽ ̴̛̱̗̞̤̫̣̈́͊̂̐́ͅk̵͓̗̀́ì̶͖̠̜͕̭͔̂l̷̦̹̰̮̾̃͝ļ̸̯̻̤̃̆͐̆̀̊̉͠ ̸̗̃͊͠m̴̨̲̜̖̠̞̀̌͌͂̅̾̏̊͘y̶̜̱͎̲̮͔̝̬̓͋͑̅̏̀̅͂͠s̴̞͉̆̅e̷̡̛̤̲͎̝̰̋̃͝ļ̴̩̳̭̙͉̌͂́͂̏̿̈́̚ͅf̶̺̰̙̖͙͖͇̹̠̎̄͌̍͆͑͑͂͝!̸̙̞̃̚͝!̸̨̣̯̣̬̑͛̈́̐͊͘͝

STOP IT STOP IT
SHUT THE FUCK UP
STOP HITTING ME—!

n̵̢̡͍̥͍̘̥͐̈́͂̆̉͌͜ͅọ̶̓̐̆̎̅̍ ̴̧̣̭̳͎̼̎̈̈́̑̈́̋̽͐̎w̴͎͓̬̮̯̋̀̉̔̈́́̌̕͠ǫ̴͙̟̫͉̣͖̹̍̊̀̏n̷̤̬͇̹͖̋̃̑͘̚d̵̗̜͔̪͍̭̹̤̑̎̑́̽̈́͘e̷͉̳̱̥̔̊̃̒r̷̭͚͎̹͉̞͚̈́̊̓̋̑̀͘ ̴̫̪̐̏͊̽́̌͐̎̐͠m̵̳͇̩͕͖̳̃̃̚ö̸̧̧͙̬̭̯̖́̄́͂ͅm̸̡̤̣̖̣̱̯̓m̷̲͈̺̳̮͇̃͐y̷̢̭̮̮̝̳̺̙̝̙͐̽ ̷̛̛͉̖̑̇̒̕͘͝͝ả̶̪̼̬̼̊́̉͌̄̕͠n̶̥̰̉̐̀̋̃̉̽͋d̵͍͇̯̺̳͉̹̯̊̍̒̾̊̇̚
̶̯̖̯͎̖̺̞͇̮̤͆̏͆̀̂͒́̚͝d̴̠͍̥̤̋̅̊͗̈͊́̎͊̚ȃ̶̻̲̖̬ḍ̸̛̭̙͍̈́͗̐͊͜d̶̛̯̜̄̊̈͆͊̕͜ẏ̵̦͙͚̓̍́̒ͅ ̷̡̞͖͗n̶̨̲̫̣̠̥̬̙̦̉͌̊͜e̸̟̼͎̗̱͌͒̊͐͜v̵̨̯̘̩̗̖̱̈́̾̔͒͐͝ę̶̡͈͚̫̠̈̊̆͒̆̓͒́̈͝r̵̡̨̠͍̞̤͚̞͔͔̄ ̸̨̢̡̭̫̱̔̋̕l̸̯̂͋͐͜ö̸̠̩̻͇̟̪̍̑ͅv̸̖̮̑̇͛͘ȩ̷̢̡̫͈̰͈͚͓͓͒͌̑͑̍̂͝d̷̼̳̮̠̺̯̐̔̂͊̋̎̄ ̶̧̩̌͋̔͜y̷͔̙͓̺͌͂̑̐̿̄́̕͘͝ó̸̲̮͎̪̮̘̜̇̽̒u̶̢͇͙͇̘̺̳̣̫̪̓͒̊͝
̴̛͕̲̺̺͂̋̒͗ĥ̵͔̿̌͌͝a̴̼̬̩̘̤̱̖͊̊́ȟ̴̰̱͆͆͝a̶͔͐́̃̚ ̴̜͍̰̟̪̑͛̿̔̇̋̈͘͝͝!̵̨̨̗̭̞̒ ̵̘͍̮͈̤̆̈̕ẇ̸̨̡̳͇͚̪̠͍̩̹͋͗̄̐̄̓̈̍͠h̷͓̫̩͈͕͂̓͋̌̃̕͝͝ā̷̧̭̬̲͌́̑̾ͅt̸͕͍̫͐͛̍̌̍̈́̀ ̶̢̨̳͈̣͕͉̂͐̿̓͜͠à̶̺̠̦̜̇̈͠ ̷̮̼̲̫̩̗͂̂̅̓̆̎͆͗̊͘ĺ̴̢̦̺͓̝͇̩̩͊̊͐͛̾̚o̸̧͒̿͊̒̅̆s̶͇͌̾̕e̶̳̯̽̋̽̅̏͆͋̚̕͝r̸̛̲͎̭̞̪̂̊̿́͜͝!̵̨͓͓̝̩̥̳̱̎̈̐̆̿̊̎̄͘͝!̴̛̺̬́

̷̢̥̜̣͚̫̙̈́̐̾͑͝i̷̠̣̙̜̰͍̽̄͗͘̚ ̷̡̙͉͙͍̜̜̲̄̅̊̚͝h̶̢̫̲͎̘̠̘͊̓̓̇̔͝͝͝o̵̙̙͚̠̹͛͂̍̀̉̋̏̈́̽̎n̶̨͕̱̝͓̻̗͐͐͒̀̒̈́͌̌é̷̳̠̬̰̬̹͗̋̅̍͐̾̎̄̚ś̴̟̩̦͖͆̎̊͊͌̚͘ṭ̶̢̑͑̃͋́̈́̄͘͝ḻ̶̢̛̊̒̐̊̈́ͅẙ̶̡͎̤͈̹͍̎́̋̋͜ ̵̛͓̐̄h̴̘̭̬̣̿̑̈́̉̍͗̀̒͑á̸̢̧̛͙͓̮̤̇̌̅̏̒͆̚͠ṫ̸̘̜̾͆e̷͙̦͔̳͈͖̼͋̽͛͑́͝ ̶̨̩͚̟̱̓̊͑͛̉̕p̶̢͎̮̲̜̬̩̞̲͒̓̏ͅȩ̶̥̣͚̪͎̳͑͌̓͜ͅo̶̝̖̬͈̥͆̓̑̈́̈͐̀͊͘ṕ̸̗͖̯̣͍͚̭͓͊́̏̏͝l̸̡̼͇̫̰͈͍̣̝̀̈́e̸̪̞̟͖̯̼̿́̃̉͛͛̒͜
̸̛̖̥̭͒̋̄̀͂́̅͘͠l̷̻͙̮͓̿̿̆͂̇͜ǐ̵̥͓̽͊̽̎̑̂͛͌̈́k̴̛̜̟̦̈́̏̉̓̔͘͝ȇ̵̺͙̜̭͚̬̇̌͋̑̈́̎̽͜͝ ̵̫́͊̇̍̈́ÿ̸̜̗̩̗͇̯͚͊͗̉̋͘o̷̻̦̞͙̞̓̀̌͗̎̂͘ư̸̧̱̪͇̿̾̎͐,̵̟͚͊̑̂͌͠ ̵̡̡̨͈̦̱͎̜͚̖̌̅̔̄͘ḑ̶̨̥̮͖̖̅ǐ̵̱͈̗̟̝̭́s̶͖͇̤̙͔̰̐̒́͜g̶̡̬͙̣̮̩̯̱͝ͅṳ̵̬̱̜͈̳͑͆͋͗͒̐ş̸̛̙̻̞͓̜͚͖̣̗̇̌̕͘̚͘͝t̴̡̡̗͕̠͖̯̠͛͑͊́̉͐ị̷̛͈̭̌͂͊̾͘̕̚n̴̼̹̣͖̍͑̽̀̑̀̔̽͝g̶͈̽̍̌̚͝͝ͅ.̶̹̜͍̫̯̪̠̖͚̲͋̊͂͛̂̾ ̵̧̝̠͔̩̘́̋̇̕ͅẅ̴̧̗́́̀͒̀̂͒h̴̨̘̠̜̮̝̩̤̹͙̄ÿ̴̳̫͌̇͛͌̏̽̿͂ ̸̪̭̼͎̼̰͒c̶̛̭̭̱̆͐̿a̵̛͍̫̻͚̰̟͔̟͗̀̄̚ͅn̵̨̢͚̩͍͕͍̬͇̽̋̉́́̔̎͠ͅ'̷̱̲͔̦̙̦̗̤̓̿̅͗t̶̥̺͊̈́͛̈́͋͐̂̕̚͝
̷̙͙̱̪̅̾̂͛̾̅̄̈́͘͝ͅÿ̵̢̘̺̭̗̼͈̪́o̵̠̫̠̗̟̥̪̐̽̈́̍̍̈̕͝͝u̴̢̧̬̖̼̭͂͑́̓̚ ̴̰͌ͅj̷̮̋u̵̝̥̫̪͓̟͕̮͎͒̔́̓̋͐́͠s̸͉̟̣̙͐͌̊̎͐̔͗̀̊͘͜t̶̢̢̜̻̣̜͈̫͔̮̍́͐̍̽̆̏͛̚ ̴̳͂ḳ̵̨̼̱̙́̈́̇͒͂̿̿͌̃i̵̛̹͕̇̆l̷̺͛͌ļ̵̦̳̠͉̩̾ ̵͕͆̀̍͂́͐͝͝ý̵͕̝͓͓̠̤͕̉̿̽̈̅̀͜͜͝ö̶̦̮͖́̂ȗ̵̡̺̱̤͌̂̔̆̚r̸̢͎̺̪͚͈̗̪̝̱̓͂̈́́s̵̬̔͋̇́͑̃̈́͘̚e̴̼̦͔̹̥̘̥͋͐̀́̾̈́̃̕ͅl̶̩̩̹̬̠̹̂̇͗̾̂̎̑̾͜͝f̷͉̦̍̽͊̃́̂ ̷̨͔̬̳̤̃̍̅̐a̶̛̲͂̒͒̋̈́̚͘͠l̷̼̫̳̣̐͑͐͐r̴̘̺̐̅́̊͂ͅe̶̞͎̝͙͉̰̼̎͗́̇͌̑̅͝a̴̡̢̛͍̞̭̲̣͍͛̂̊ͅd̸̡̜͉̈́̀̑͆͠ͅy̸͇̳͇̼̤̱͌̎́̔̂͜͜ ̵͓͙͈̭̬̳͕͎͐̃̅̅̔̂̂͜a̸̡̙͇͓̳̺̬͇̎̒̋͘͝͝n̸̨͙̭̝̓̍̀̆͌̍̚̕͝͝d̴̛͉͓̠̼̰͖̬͔̘̑̇͛͗̈́̐̕ ̷͔͓͔̫̞͖̟̑͠ͅd̵̢̨̮̬̱͕͛̽̐ǫ̶̟̳͕͕̮͈̼̟̇̆̀͐͊́̎̕ ̷̦̫͔̻̗̞̦̘̗͇̎͛͑̈̄̀́͊̕e̶̺̖͍̹̪͉̺͖̒̌̿͆̊̋̓͌̀͝v̷̩͙̝̄̀̀̍̕͠ȩ̸̰̤̫̣͙̪̭͗͋̏̐̀̃͐̈́́r̷̡̨̨̹̗͂͝ÿ̵̩͈̋̔̏̓́͆ö̸͍̹̳̤̤̪̮́̊̑͜ͅń̸͍̬̰͚e̴͖̭̬̭͚̞̼̬̐͋̈͒͂̓͂̏͗ͅ ̸̨͙͎̥̍͗͆́̽͝ȩ̶̡̨̩̦̫̹̣̈́l̶͇̳̞̘̠͓̦̮̆̐̓̈́̊͝s̷͙̄͋͂̇e̴̝̣̙̫̮̟̣̩̺͎̒̏́͂ ̵̱̟̊̀̽̀̈́͒̽͝a̴̙͚̓ ̴̛̭̘͎̬̤̐̆̂̾̿͑̓̒f̵̘̞̗͒̑̇à̵̧̪̱͚̫̤̍v̶̢̍̒o̵̧̺͂͋͛̌̔ȓ̷̹͈̓̃̓͛̇̚͠ ̸̧̢̫̳̲̺̹̬͎͚̂b̷̡̠͍̠͊́̋̏͛̓̿̀͘i̷̯͕͗̏̏͝t̶̘͖͈̦̍̓͑̈́͂͗c̷̹̪̦̻͓͔̹̐̆͊̌͜h̶̨̭͎̥̄́͛̆̔́̾?̷̡̛̤͔̤͆̐

̴̖̦̥̼̦̘̼̟̊ͅm̸̝̯͖̪̳̏͒̀a̵̢̳̟̼̰̬̼̜͈̓̐̍̾y̵̧̡̯͉͇͂͌̑̽̚ͅb̶̢̪͖̹̜͈͈͕̄̀͂̃̑̾̕͠e̶̘̻͚̅̂̆͋̎͆͋̋͝ ̴͚̦͋̆̂̂̽̒î̸̧̨̬͍̝̼͇́̃̈̽̚̕͘͠͝f̵͓̠̖̻̥̬͂̽̏̎͐̀͝͝ ̴̨̛̾̀̈́̏̿͊̑̕̕y̴̡̡̗͙̼̫̳̐̚ō̶̧͉̝̭͚̤͖̪̤̠͐͆͗̈͗̒̂͝͝ư̷͙̱̩̋̃̅̑̽͝ ̷̡̡͕̼͍̯̮̹̎̉̄̽̅͊͠ͅǵ̷͎̼̀̍͊͊̈͌o̵̬̬͎̭̓̀̊̾̈́̚t̵͔̮̰̻̾̾͜͝
̷̛̜̩̃̈̅̆p̴̼̪͙̪͍̑ĺ̷̡̪̣̺̭̗̰̼̈́̓ā̶̡̢̙̮͖̲͐́̋s̷͕͙̝͙̆̈́̅̅͂̽̓͘͝t̵̡͓̞̺̋̃͌̌i̷̞̘̙͙̫̮͍̞͂͑̏̈́͗̃̒͗͘͠c̵̳͘͠͝ s̸̡̛̹̳̦̺̹̦̳̆͑̓̇̆̒̏ù̶̼̗̀̆̉̉̏͗̓͝ŗ̷̟̲̟̗̳͊g̸̡͔̲̬͖̖̟̞̦̟̋̃́̈́́̓ę̶̨̗̳͚̘͉͒̌͌̊͆͛͜ͅŕ̸̨͓͈̝̥͇̓y̷̢̢̘̗̭̿̀͑͛͛̉͑,̴̳͉̱̾͜ͅ ̵̤̘̝̜͓̟̘̼̱͌͘͘y̴͉͈̼̟̬̥͈͚͐͗̽̑̋ǒ̶̹̤̇͜͜u̴̡̲̯͙̞͊̃̿'̸̧̜̺̣̦͖̮̄̐͘̕ḑ̷̨̲͈̙̺̹̯̈́͌̌̑̒͜͜
̶͉̟͎͎̞̟̺͗͘l̵̨͊̔o̴̧̹̯̫̙̦̼̠̩̅̀́̔̒̊͒͠ͅơ̸̻̘͍̥̭̬̓͋̾͆̀k̷̠̟̣̗̹̳̱̮̉̅͌̌̍̈́͋͜ͅ ̵̡̝̣̟̻͈̼̃͛̊͝a̴̼̜̲͇̓̈̈́͌́͌̍̀̅ͅ ̶͚̫͊͐̄̔͘ḷ̶͚͓͋̑̔̒̇͘ͅì̷̻̜͈̺͔͇̞̬̗͑̓͌̿t̸̠͎̠̬̝͓̞͎́͗͊̾̋ͅẗ̸̛̝̼̳́͒̄̕͜l̸̡͙̝͎̹̪̣͗͛͒̾̀̾́͘ȩ̵̡̢̢̣̱̯̯̞̙̓̎̿̔̇̉͆̃̓̉ ̸͕̥̝͆ͅb̴̖̙́͊̾͗ë̶̲͍͖͓͔̤́͐̈͆͜͜t̴̛̛̮͖̍̄͌́̎̈́͌ț̸̦͖͒̈͐ȩ̶̨̱̙͎͇̻͇͚͔͂̓̄̽͑̎̈́͐r̶̺̜͊̍͘

OIKAWA-SAN. . .
WILL A PRETTY FACE
MAKE IT BETTER. .?

no, aoba johsai
wasn't hell, it just
happened that
all the demons
were here.

"oh? i didn't see
you there!! hello, my
name is oikawa tooru,
what's yours?"

"c'est ta faute, tout
est de ta faute."

╭ 　　　　   　 ╮
❝ 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓊𝓁𝓉,
𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓊𝓁𝓉 ❞
╰ 　　　　　 ╯

✧ ˎ
. ✦ ˎ ˊ ｡
｡. ❝ 𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀
𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒹 ❞ ｡ˎˊ˗
✧ ˊ ｡
✧ ✦

her golden orbs shot open with
her lungs running out of breath.
still laying down in her bed with her
heart was racing just like the day she
met the devil himself, sweat traced
all over her head in distress as hiromi
cursed to the shooting stars.

still in shock of the dream she
just had, the front door bell ran that
sent shivers down hiromi's lanky spine. quickly grabbing her robe and putting on
her fluffy, bunny slippers, the ebony haired
girl wasn't prepared to see who was at her apartment early in the morning.

"i'm coming, i'm coming!" she
shouted with a grunt while she
transcend down the staircase. at
the moment where the door swung
and when hiromi saw who it was,
honey eyes gazed at the playful
smirk she didn't miss at all.

or to elaborate,
hiromi hated that smirk
with all of her guts.

"missed me,
doll face?"

✧ ˎ
. ✦ ˎ ˊ ｡
｡. ❝ HIKARU TSUJI ❞ ｡ˎˊ˗
✧ ˊ ｡
✧ ✦

"good morning dear," kissing
his wife's forehead sweetly, the
kind man who was once the husband
of kazumi saito's smiled joyfully at
what his life has now changed to.

miyuki laughed while she
chop up chives and lettuce for
her husband's bento. making sure
the egg on the stove was cooking,
the beautiful woman turned
to the love of her life.

they were happy,
and everything was okay
with them. taking out his
newspaper and sipping
his coffee, hikaru asked
his wife, "honey, where's—"

"he's already at volleyball
practice. oh you know him, hikaru,
the boy never wants to be late to a
morning practice." miyuki responded
calmly with a loving gaze.

hikaru hummed, but it
only took a glance at the clock
to realize he would be late for
work. the attorney had a court
case today, and he preferred
not to be late. "i better get going."
standing up to grab his burberry
coat and umbrella, his wife came
with a lunch box in hand.

"thank you, miyuki."
kissing her goodbye as
she stood outside the foyer
with a cute apron and another
smile on her face, hikaru never
imagined his life could get any
better than this. never in his life
did kazumi do that for him.

but, before walking out
the front door to go to work,
the attractive ebony looked at
the calendar with surprise.

it was almost
hiromi's birthday.

˗ˏˋ NEXT UP — BARBIE GIRL ˎˊ˗

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｡. ❝ YOU'RE SICK
AND PERVERTED ❞ ｡ˎˊ˗
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✧ ✦

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｡. ❝ YOU'RE FAKE AND
PLASTIC BUT YOU DON'T
SEE ME COMPLAINING
DOLL FACE ❞｡ˎˊ˗
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just making it clear 、but
i'm not fluent in french ♡
or any language besides
english lol 。i only know
a little bit of tagalog and
mandarin and japanese !
and thank you to
[ browklyncrystal ] for
correcting my horrible
french i love you boo
mwah mwah

also lmfao guys what if
my ex best friend is reading
my fanfic and she doesn't even
know it lmfao if you're lauren 、
my ex best friend 、wassup you're
toxic i'm doing amazing btw and
if your name is amie and you're
reading this you're also toxic and
stop fetishizing my race it's
disgusting and stop saying
racist slurs sweetie

˗ˏˋ ALL OF MY LOVE 、

MRS-USHIJIMA
牛島さん ˎˊ˗