Im Gonna Have A Math Exam Tmmrw, Instead Of Studying Im Writing A Scenario W Childe And Scara, Hopefully

Ugh can’t wait for most of these guys to show up on pgr global, anyways look at BEAUTY (4/5)

Can I request a 7 minutes in heaven w/ mikey and mitsuya? Btw i really love your writing 🤍🤍 keep it upppp!

heyaa !! thank u so much for loving my work >~< keep safe always and have an amazing day!! <3 fr i had to take multiple breaks in writing this one because of how flustered i got- i was also listening to double take while writing mitsu's part and damn- idk how many times i had to put my phone down for how that made me feel 😭

𝟕 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍

PAIRINGS: Mikey & Mitsuya x gn! reader

GENRE: FLUFF

♡ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 likes to participate in these types of games just so he can poke the fun out of his friends, not thinking that he'd be safe from their own mischief. Especially when Draken and Mitsuya have been setting traps and giving each other glances just for them to telepathically communicate as they grin once you've got a hold of the bottle, their messages being translated to your movements when Draken purposely sped up the round so it can be your turn.

The leader tried to act like he wasn't paying attention to whoever it landed on because he feared that his stubbornness would show but when your hand tilts the bottle and it began to spin while you were also in a fit of nervousness.

You didn't expect that this would be the game they'd play since it was suggested by the others to do charades but it was completely thrown off when Draken came up with the idea.

Your eyes would constantly meet Mikey's but he'd just smile at you whenever you do. Your mind was practically racing even before you had your turn because Yuzuha and the other girls kept asking you what you would do it it landed on him, fully aware of your feelings and how you two were always teased to each other but Mikey just laughs it off without any proper response which didn't help you trying to sort out if it was possible that he'd like you back.

You feel as if time was freezing around you when the bottle kept spinning but as it achingly slows, you and Mikey were at the edge of your seat alike the others who were also rooting for you to end up with him. So when the bottle had one more spin remaining, it felt like there was a one sided silent war between him and Baji who was next to him with the blonde on the right and seeing as the bottle was still pointed to the left with little movements, Baji just sees the disappointment through the blonde's eyes and adjusted in his seat and the bottle lands to the right because of his motion.

Mitsuya holds back a laugh, covering his mouth now that he's noticed what Baji did and the long haired boy just bid him a glare to shut up or they'd be caught by Mikey.

"Y/N and Mikey to the room please!" Draken shouts out of joy and the girls clappped, patting you on the back as your partner stood up while you eyed his reaction but you realized that he was just neutral to the results of the game but deep inside, he felt like he bolted to be up on his feet.

"You're stuck with me huh?" He jokes while you walked to the room. Smiley opened the door, pushing you two to go inside but before he closes it, he spoke. "No funny business but don't enjoy it too much either, shitty love birds!" He slams the door and while you two were inside the cramped room, the rest of the boys cheered.

"Baji, nice one!"

"No shit, Mikey was sweating so I had to help."

Mikey kept his hands in his pockets, leaning on the door and he tilts his head, glancing at your figure who was just standing a few distances from him which was odd of you.

"I might have to thank Baji for letting that bottle turn to me." He comments to catch your attention while you looked at him confused, not knowing that this limited chance to confess to him was actually granted by the first division captain.

"Crap, seriously?" You asked chuckling at how convenient that was and how their childishness never fails to exist no matter the situation. Taking a few notches up to your confidence, you stood beside him just as you realized how small the room was.

"Eh, well, he did help me to be with you." He says with a smile, turning to you slightly while you did the same and leaned your head to the door. "So I'm thinking we should give him a prize about it?" You said, following his natural flow of conversation as he chuckles.

"I know what Baji wants from us so are we gonna give it to him?" He suddenly asked, resting his arm beside him so he comes closer to you which in return caught you off guard but it actually made you laugh at how he did that so naturally and Mikey rolls his eyes knowing you've always been this observant in terms of how he acts to realize that he wasn't always like this even if you found it cute. It definitely erased your tenseness around him when you thought about how comfortable your relationship is when you're with him. This is why you liked him because of how you two acted so real with each other, not minding if you were just laughing at each other's clumsiness and how you two were so fond of one another—there's just no room to be nervous.

"I'm making a move here, don't just laugh at me." He pouts out of disappointment while you shook your head, understanding his perspective before softly placing a peck to his cheek with your hand on his shoulder as Mikey beamed.

"I don't think that's enough for me." He said with a sheepish smile which leads him to gently pull you by the waist as he tilts his head while you did the same, catching his lips with yours and joyful smiles were drawn to the both of you, at the same time your eyes closed. Your hand went from his shoudlers to his neck, closing more of that space.

Mikey then shifts both of your bodies, turning you swiftly and now your back was onto the door with your kiss still in tact just like his hands that were on your hips. Soon, one hand had gone to your chin while his index finger was to your jaw while the heat to your cheek increases with every dainty touch from him, every skin to skin contact was burning your heart at the new found intimacy just as your hands go through his hair, tugging on it making his hold on your waist to tighten while he intends to eliminate more of that lasting distance by what you did.

Just before Mikey could have the chance to do so, Baji rips the door open forgetting that you were fixated on it as you pulled away when the support has been removed from your back while the blonde opens his eyes to be welcomed by you slightly falling because of the sudden opening of the door as the light makes you both squint.

Mikey pulls you by the hand to help you up while Draken and Mitsuya yelled out to congratulate you two and the rest joins in clapping.

In the light you can see the flush to Mikey's cheeks and the mild sweat building up on his forehead alike you whose temperature hasn't ceased now that they caught you in the act.

"Thanks, Baji!" He bids to the other boy then he holds you by the wrist. "Everyone, we'll be leaving!" He suddenly announces as everyones head avert to him which makes him even more obligated to boast about it.

"I'm gonna take Y/N on a date!" He proudly states which causes another havoc to your emotions while he briefly sends a wink to you then he just waves at his friends who were applauding him. He drags you out of the house while you let out a chuckle. "A date huh?"

"I didn't get to confess since we were quite busy so, I might as well toss a date in even if we broke the rule that you shouldn't kiss on your first date."

♡ 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀's eyes seemed to be distracted during the first half of the game night so when Smiley took notice of this, he's nudging his brother and the news has made it's way to Mikey and Draken which lead them to suggest 7 minutes in heaven for the sake of the couples that needed an extra push. So when he's just watching the others walk in and out of the room, Hakkai is whispering to him.

"You should sit beside, Y/N-san." He suggest with a pat to his back but Mitsuya shakes his head. The lilac haired boy kept his chin to his palm while he stares at you from across the room just as the third round rolls in and Draken slides the bottle in front of Mitsuya which catches both of your attention, making eye contact with each other just as he nods timidly and Draken sends a cocky smirk his way.

"It's your turn, Mitsuya."

"My man!" Nahoya says, slinging his arm to him as Emma and Yuzuha mutter to you how this could be the perfect chance for you two to stop beating around the bush. You two didn't need a confession—or at least that's what you think considering the glances you'd give to each other weren't exactly meant to stay just as friends. You were already transparent enough, the others could tell it in every encounter you'd have with him but none of you ever addressed it or has had the confidence to do so when talking with you always makes him lose his train of thought.

With a rotate to the bottle as it spins, everyone's eyes were on it and some would look at you both just to expect that it would land on you. Your hearts were head to head, battling for whose pace was faster than the other, who'd be the first to break on the results that are about to come up.

You weren't nervous to say the least because there have been enough moments where you two would often be left alone and that never seems to bother any of you but the alarming pace of your heart was caused by the rules of the game. If you were given 7 minutes just to be in a small room just talking to each other, you could withstand that but knowing how the game usually goes for others, it became the villain behind your anxiety.

With pursed lips, Mitsuya's fingers were continously tapping on his lap while impatience surrounds him, similar to you. It felt like you were just counting down the seconds before it could stop and it was testing you both just how willing you two were to wait for the damn thing to stop.

As demanded of every single person in the room, it lands and the opening of the bottle was pointed at you and there's a chorus of happy comments for Mitsuya.

"Y/N and Mitsuya, come here!" Mikey beams while you both stood up to go to the room, a bit jittery as the blonde pushes Mitsuya, bumping into you. Mikey reminds you of the rules before he's sarcastically slamming the door closed. The both of you sigh at the same time which made you turn to each other, noticing how nervouse you two were in your own ways. He rubs his nape out of shyness as he watches you look around the room and the two of you share a glance until another coincidence happens.

"Y/N-"

"Mitsu-"

"Can I go first? I don't think we'd be able to talk to each other properly." He asked as you responded by nodding. "I just wanted to ask if you're actually okay with this—we don't have to do anything y'know." He was worried for your sake because you seemed a whole lot more distant than usual like you were choosing to avoid staying by his side.

"I'm fine with this, it's just you and me, nothing new." You answered with soft eyes onto his while you could point out how he gets drawn into them once again so you just stood beside him, leaning on the wall as your head falls to his arm.

You took a deep breath, not really liking how you were wasting time just by trying to avoid confrontation when you were eating your own words—you said it yourself that it was nothing new, the two of you being around each other for the hundredth time, why should you choose this time to not confess? If you felt like he's always reciprocated those feelings, all you had to do was ask and that'd put an end to this status just as friends.

"Mitsuya, can I tell you something?"

"Anything." He answered, focus moving to you but your hands at the bottom were lingering around each other, desperate for a certain connection to spark.

"I just wanted to be sure but..Takashi—I really like you, not just as someone who I trust..well..something more than that. Honestly, I think you know that already but I just wanted you to know." In your mind, your words were scrambled and held not a single sense of how it sounded on his side.

Mitsuya bites the inside of his mouth to hide just how big his smile could've gotten when he heard you. He feels like he could replay your words for as long as he wanted, letting his heart dance around inside him at the immense joy put onto him because of you.

"I have an answer for that but will you allow me?"

Raising your head, confused to what he meant but a second later, Mitsuya tilts his head along with a shaky breath just as he's in front of you, eyes going from your eyes to your lips with that smile of his until his hand slowly creeps onto your cheek with his thumb placed on your bottom lip while your cheeks rose to a summer heat by one swift move of his, feeling like having butterflies flutter inside you was an understatement. His eyes glanced back to yours just for you to the glimmer in it and returns it back to your lips.

"I like you just as much, Y/N." He whispered, taking your heart to a whole other level with it's unstableness as Mitsuya leans in more and that's when it happened—his soft lips onto yours with eyes closed while you instantly smiled, the blissfulness of it getting attached to him, as he does the same, humming into the kiss when your hands rake through his hair to pull him closer than ever as if the distance you took wasn't massive enough.

His hands were indecisive, caught between wanting it to remain on your face and the other to your waist just to hold you to him and let your bodies come in contact with each other. So for now, he places both his hands to either side of your cheek just get a nicer hold to you, keeping that closeness until you both would eventually catch your breath.

Pulling away, he catches how you panted making him chuckle before you're looking at him and slinging your arms around his neck as he didn't hesitate to reconnect your lips just by the way you stared at him so lovingly. This time, his hands were onto your waist, letting his finges rake up and down your shirt, just feeling you until it comes back to him gently gripping your sides, eager yet thriving in the moment. You could feel every part of your body give in to how careful yet soft he was holding you as expected of someone just wanted to prove you his point in the best way possible.

He might have shown it too much to the point time had completely passed and Mikey opens the door, the light covering every corner you two were in as your eyes widen at the sudden flash of light and you were greeted by a smirking blonde.

"So, couple confirmed?" He teased while Takashi intertwined your hands to his, leading you out the room just for you to have an audience of your own, with him earning pats of congrats from his friends. You sat down beside each other as he kisses your hands with the other giving a mix of reactions with how proud they were for you two to finally get together and the other half being completely bitter at their lack of love life.

"Did you get my answer?" Mitsuya joked and now that you two were out in the light, you could tell how a particular hue of pink decorated his cheeks making you chuckle at how he must've been the same as you while you spoke,

"Loud and clear, Takashi."

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Extra: Masterlist_

Chifuyu: I'm breaking up with you

Y/n: are you breaking up with me while I'm driving the car? You do know I have full power to end your life right?

Chifuyu: what? What are you talking about?

Y/n: I'm just saying that red light looks really green right now

The pro way duh 😎 plus my hand r talented

Yk what, i've been Playing proseka for what seem is hour and there's those begginer mission that give like 3k gems (who wouldn't want that srsly) and the last mission was to do the co-op challenge thing 💀. I've always despise things that involve me competeting with other player esp yk on genshin, but somehow in the end i still got the best score out of all player 😀. And 1 bonus for my shaking hand ahshsgha

(Fun fact: i have never done Co-op with anyone in genshin, i did all the hard quest alone <3)

YOUVE NEVER GOLNE IN COOP IN GENHNIS HOW😱😱😱😱 also how the actual quandale dingle do you even fucking play proseka, my hands r way to slow.

[1863]

They were standing out in the blood rain for a while…maybe clean up a little

(ft. my patented 1863 KDJ carefully Not losing his cool expression)

Jian Yi + He Tian = chaotic siblings energy

don't you realize our bodies could fall apart any second?

141 x male!reader

⚠︎ REPOST FROM PREVIOUS BLOG ⚠︎

warnings: gore, cod typical violence, foul language, kinda angst-y, could be read as either romantic or platonic, actually scratch that very angsty, death, alot of contemplating death, honestly mostly price centered lolz, its also like basically the convoy chase scene so yeah

notes: ⚠︎ this was a request from my previous account!! so uh 🪷 if u see this then here :3 ⚠︎ tsym for requesting !! this was crazy fun to write and i was really excited to work on it!! i had to fudge around some details for it to make a little more sense logistically speaking -- also sorry for taking a long ass while to get it done, but i hope you like regardless :)

(and yeah 🪷 is fine lol)

The horizon of the young night, painted in soft, deep blues, and splattered with stars like the flick of a paint brush, almost completely takes you out of your head. You don't often get the chance to enjoy the beauty around you, and even as you do in this moment, there's shouting and gunfire ringing in the background. Even the heavy pitter patter of rain can't deafen. It was ironic in a way--  you could probably find a cliche metaphor in there somewhere.

The huff of the helicopters rapid blades muffle what you can hear, even with your headset securely cuffed around your ears. The relentless wind beats against your skin, grabbing and pulling at your hair ferociously.

Even after all this time, these missions never fail to get your nerves up.

You feel your heart pound against your chest as Captain Price, in the seat besides the pilot, continues to bark out orders and directions. Pursing your lips, you bring your guns scope back to your eye, grip so tight you might've thought you've left your fingerprints indented into the plastic. You're squatted down on the helicopters floor, leaned against the wall as you use it for cover. Your bullets fly from the open door, aimed for the hostile vehicles set on evading your team.

Sergeant Kyle Garrick, or rather Gaz, mirrors your position on the adjacent side of the door-- Soap and Ghost no doubt holding similar positions behind you.

It's almost looking like this whole thing might go your way.

"Gaz-- [L/N]!" Price calls out over coms. "Anti-Air teams locking onto us-- your side!"

Your aim almost instinctively finds them-- large red lasers all seeming to be pointing directly at you. You squeeze your finger against the trigger, a cold sweat washing over you as you realize your bullets are doing nothing to their body armor. You felt the rhythmic jolt of your gun in your arms-- realizing you were swiftly running out of time, you called by to price, finger never leaving the trigger. "Captain-- They're wearing armor, we can't---!"

"INCOMING!" The frantic shout from Gaz cuts you off, eyes widening as you attempt to shield yourself from the missile blazing towards you. 

Your breath hitches as the heli begins to shake and spin-- you move from the door, pressing your back against the wall, madly grabbing onto whatever you can.

The pilots voice sounds in your ear, her voice strong, yet clearly frenzied. "We're going down, Y'all-- I need to execute an emergency lan-" Another large boom cuts her off, sending the heli plummeting to the ground, violent jerks being an attempt from the pilot to keep you from being obliterated the moment you'd make impact with the ground.

You try to maneuver to a more secure position as the heli grows unstable, but feel as the ground slips from under you, your back crashing again the floor with a heavy thump, head bouncing roughly against it.

Smoke fills the air, and your lungs, as alarms blare from the helis systems. There's a frantic cacophony of shouts as you fumble for anything to hold onto, nails screeching against metal as you claw to keep yourself alive. You feel your body lose to gravity as you begin to slip out, your gun now long gone.

your body dangles outside the heli, as chaos ensues. Your breath is rapid as you're just almost able to lift yourself back into 'safety.' but the rain has made everything slick and unstable. Your grip, your clothes, the metal.

Another hit to the tail end sends the helicopter to the point of no return. Plummeting downwards at seemingly impossible speeds-- in just a few seconds the chopper dove nose first into the ground, the screeching of metal aching on before coming to a silent hault.

The wreckage is still-- silent for a moment.

A sore groan stumbles from Prices throat as he forces his eyes open, a dull pain spreading through his body. On instinct, his hand goes to reach for the pilot, still sitting besides him. He stops as his eyes reach her-- her eyes wide open, empty, a strange glassy eyed stare bore into him. Broken glass litters her deep completion, the hair that had escaped her once neat bun lay stuck to her forehead as sweat and blood coats her flesh.

His chest tightness as he looks past her, into the cabin. After a moment of deadly silence, as if he were scared to ask, he finds his voice. "Are you-" a cough cuts him off, he almost instinctively turns away as he continues to hack through his sentence. "Are you alright!?"

He's partially relieved when a slew of groans answers him. Turning back, ignoring the stare of the pilot, he tries for an exit from the windshield, having been shattered upon impact. As he climbs from the cockpit, he hopes his voice is still loud enough for his team to hear. "Gaz?"

His head snaps as a figure emerges from the wreckage, pushing heavy scraps of metal from its way, and stumbling out from what remained of cabins open door. "'m alright..." He groans out in a hushed whisper, blood coating his forehead. It seems Gaz is still trying to process what's happened.

"Soap?"

As if on cue, Soap follows in Gaz's steps, footing unstable as he attempts to climb out. A string of barely legible curses are spat from his mouth before finally answering with an "I'm fine." The mostly agitated sort of growl sounded like it'd hurt his throat.

Soap extends a hand into the wreckage, a skeleton clad glove reaching for it, gripping it with a grunt as Soap pulls him up.

"Ghost, you alright mate?"

"Not dead yet." Is all he responds, stumbling from the rubble. 

"[L/N]?"

Again, everything's still.

Rain pounds against his head, soaking his hair. He must've lost his hat somewhere in the wreckage.

"[L/N]!" He calls again, straining to listen for your reply. He hisses out a curse as he moves to the demolished, Ghosts voice stopping him mere seconds later.

"Price." He says it like a whisper, not even turning to look at his Captain. Its like he's frozen in panic.

Price turns, his gaze following ghosts a few feet from the crash. barely visible through the rain is a still body.

Your body.

Price doesn't register the fact that he's moving, his feet almost slipping against the mud, till he practically falls to his knees, the momentum of his movement pushing him into your body when he comes in close. His hands hover over your form, fearful his touch might shatter you.

You're on your side, limp as Price continues to mindlessly call your name, as if pleading with you to just hop up, pretending like the crash was just a scrape to your knee. "No, no, nonono- [Y/N]-!"

He rolls you onto your back eyes shooting to a large shard-like piece of metal stabbed into your side. Smaller pieces of shrapnel have torn into your clothes and buried themselves under your skin. His hope begins to falter just before you force out a breath, face twitching on discomfort as you shakily come to. You force your eyes open, meeting the fear-stricken frown of your captain.

Price lets out a breath of relief, putting on a smile to mask his panic. It doesn't work well.

You know something's wrong.

Scoffing at his almost fatherly attempt at comfort, you crack a smile, speaking through a sickly, dry throat. "Now be for real with me, old man; just how bad is it?" He's looking at you like you're a dog about to be put down.

He doesn't answer you.

Heavy boots bound towards you, snapping Price from his poorly concealed panic. His head snapps towards the rest of the team-- but he doesn't have to say a word. They're already doing what they have to.

You hear a certain sort of zip of fabric before you feel Ghosts unmistakeable warm hands pressed against you. You're covered in rain, dirt, and your own blood.

Price is still knelt by your head, trying to keep your attention on him-- trying to keep you talking, to keep you conscious. So it's that bad, huh?

"Kid, can you feel anything?"

You ponder the question, a strange happenstance that you don't know quite how to answer that question. "I feel..." You notice the gush of warmth flow out of your body, and a pulsing dullness. Nothing else. As you breath in to answer, you feel more blood gush from you. "Warm. It's kinda gross, actually." You went to laugh, but your chuckle is caught in your throat. You feel a strange sort of painful stabbing sensation in your legs-- like pins and needles amped up to a hundred. You don't say anything, just silently wince.

Price wordless stands, shouting into his walkie-talkie, as you look to Ghost. You don't dare look at the damage you've been dealt, just barely catching a glimpse of his scarf pressed against your skin, your red staining the once tan fabric.

You snap your eyes up, attempting to focus on the breath you're swiftly loosing. Your breathing grows shallow, despite your efforts to swallow back more air-- it's as if your lungs are simply refusing to work. Your chest aches as you fight for deeper breaths, as if your a fish fighting to survive above the water-- breathing a painful chore.

You try to move, to put a hand around your throat to sooth yourself, but your limbs all feel numb-- heavy, yet jelly-like all the same. It's as if some invisible force is holding you down.

your hearing begins to distort-- almost sounding like your head was plunged underwater, all voices and sounds fading beyond much of your understanding. You recognize Prices voice, shouting into his coms. His words echo three or four times, yet to you it's devoid of any substance or meaning.

Your vision blurs-- maybe it's the rain getting in your eyes, or maybe you're really just dying. You scowl at the cliche you're living through. At the very least, you now know all those books and movies held some truth to them.

he pain worsens as you try to speak to Ghost. "I swear to God, L.T, if I start rambling about seeing a bright light, just shoot me." Ghost doesn't find your attempt at humor very funny.

You're vision begins to go black, fading from the sides until only a fuzzy circle of your vision was left. For a moment you're struggling to figure out whether or not your eyes are closed.

Price continues to shout about medical evac, Gaz is at Ghosts sides, applying pressure to the multiple puncture wounds littering your abdomen as they try to work out a plan to move you to evac without potentially further harming you. Soap is at your side, his gloved hand protectively grabbing onto yours. You think he's talking to you, and you think you're answering, maybe offering him a joke or two to comfort his panic, but you can't be sure. This goes on for awhile, like you were stuck living the same minuet over and over again.

A ringing slowly floods your ears, and all at once your pain is eased. In the midst of such chaos around you, you find a quiet. A stillness. A sort of comforting peace washing over you.

The warmth of your blood is strangely curing. It reminds you of various memories from deep within your childhood-- lost instances of a tender embrace, being lulled to sleep in the arms of a loved one, dark and silent.

Death was an inevitable thought in your line of work. Honestly, the thought was probably the most consistent thing you had in your life. It was always pretty scary-- you didn't know when you'd die, how, what would come after-- frankly it scared you. But now, in the ease, there was a mysterious certainty in the cradle of death, you found yourself accepting the idea as if it were a gift you'd been waiting for.

"[Y/N]?" You've stopped answering Soap. Your instinct is to fight heft in your eyelids, but you're just so tired. As you begin to surrender to the peace, Soaps thick accent cuts through it. "No-- stay with me, [Y/N]!" He shifts his position, laying your head on his lap as his hands rest on your face, shaking your head to keep you awake.

His shout of protest gets Prices attention. Price approaches yet again and takes Soaps former place. He places a hand on your chest and shoulder, shaking you lightly. As he begins to speak, you roll your head towards him, barely making him out through the fuzz. "C'mon, stay with me, son." He sees that sort glassy glint in your eyes. "Don't close your eyes-- close your eyes and you're a goner. Jesus fuck--! Don't you fucking die on me-- that's an order!" His voice shakes despite himself.

You aren't afraid of death. You always thought you'd die slow and painful, but this was....Nice. There's no pain, no fear, nothing but numb. You struggle for a reason to not simply give into yourself-- maybe this was just your time. You're tired-- you're young, but so fucking tired. Why not let go? What are you holding on for?

Your head rolls to the other side. Ghost and Gaz's hands are coated in your blood, their clothes possibly forever stained with the memory of your life fleeting from under their palms. You can feel the warmth of Soaps lap from under your head, one hand lightly slapping your face, and the other combing back your hair with tender care. Weather its to sooth you, himself as a nervous tick, or to just keep your mud soaked hair from your face, it's still appreciated. Price has screamed his throat raw. You never thought you'd see the man falter, but you could feel his once strong hands seem to crumble again you as they gripped almost pathetically at your vest and shirt.

Suddenly you had your answer.

You draw a shallow breath.

"Wouldn't dream of it, Cap."

MORE ANGST, MORE SUFFERING

WTF IS WRONG WITH KURO?! I LEGIT FUCKING CRY WHEN WATCHING THIS SHIT. WTF LIV SACRIFICED SO MUCH JUST FOR THE SAKE OF EVERYONE'S HAPPINESSHFJSJSHDHOSJWNF

ALSO THAT PART WHEN LUCIA RUSHED TO SAVE HER? AND THEN SKK CAME TO HELP HER? AND THEN WIPED A TEAR OFF OF LIV'S FACE?! FUCKING GOT ME IN THE HEART