#𝓑𝔞𝔡𝔱ℤ𝓫𝔦𝔱𝔢𝕊

[jinmanian]

𓏲𝄢 ▎lovebirds: 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰 𝔵 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𓏲𝄢 ▎synopsis: 「 you were chishiya's patient before the borderlands, you were sick and still supposed to be hospitalized but unfortunately fate had other plans 」

𓏲𝄢 ▎tags: gnetural 𝜗𝜚 angst 𝜗𝜚 reader death 𝜗𝜚 season two spoilers 𝜗𝜚 reader is a child 𝜗𝜚 swearing 𝜗𝜚 reader's parents death 𝜗𝜚 diseases 𝜗𝜚 2.5k wrds

𓏲𝄢 ▎Badtz: 「 I personally had to do so much research just for this story >w< (dying inside) it was all worth it I guess, and I had do to research on the doctor this man was cuz I forgot, lowkey this was a difficult story but also fun, please remember that as stated I haven't seen much of the manga (only read the aib wikipedia) and I've noticed that they're both quite different from each other, so I apologise for inaccuracies and there for timeskips and parts I rushed on due to laziness 」

you stand there motionlessly in your hospital bed, your chest rose and fell unevenly. how much time did you have left? were you dying? nothing made sense anymore, your eyes half-lid all voices blurring out, you felt like you couldn't breathe, your heart beating too slowly, you saw something, your mother screams, who was she calling? was there something wrong with you? before you could see who rushed into the room you blacked out.

❝ma'am they did just fine.❞ a familiar voice stated, attempting to calm the panicked woman. the poor lady seemed like she just started to calm herself from a panic attack. you slowly opened your eyes, trying to clear the blurry scenery. ❝mom?❞ you murmured, your voice dried and low. your mother gasped, first instinct being to hug you but she was abruptly stopped by your doctor. she understood why she was suddenly stopped but either way it still disappointed her.

❝how are you feeling?❞ that same familiar voice questioned, your eyes dart towards the voice. you were more than glad to see it was your doctor, chishiya shuntaro.

he was specifically your favourite doctor, you loved him a little too much, you recalled getting a tantrum because chishiya wasn't available, your mother tried calming you, claiming all eyes were on you two, personally you loved your mother but at that moment you didn't care. you two almost got kicked out ‘til the doctor himself appeared for an ‘important’ matter. his reaction was quite the sight to see, you wanted him as your doctor? and what for? you wouldn't tell, you couldn't tell. though Chishiya found your clinginess unnecessary per say he grew to “appreciate” you.

❝fine, I guess❞ you replied, staring into his eyes before staring into your mother's. the hope in her eyes gave you hope, hope that you wouldn't suddenly just die. you have ‘myocarditis’ also known as ‘inflammation of the heart muscle’ which is a rare disease which causes an inflammation of the heart tissue, specifically the myocardium, the middle layer of the heart wall which also leads to heart failure, abnormal heartbeat, and sudden death. your treatment was coming, though it hadn't gotten bad quite yet but it was better for the surgery to start now than later.

your voice was awfully dried like you were crying endlessly, in this case you most likely were. your mother wanted to hold you tight and cry, it was possible to die from hypertrophic cardiomyopathy if it's left untreated for too long. you eyed the patient monitor, you were glad to still be present to be ‘home’ with your mother, your father had work and was most certainly coming any second.

while chishiya asked you questions about a minute later your father came rushing through the doors, sighing in relief to see you were perfectly in good shape. ❝what's happening to me? my chest hurts❞ your mom’s heart broke at your words, why did this have to happen to you? you were just only a child.

chishiya excused your parents to continue your examination, these were often for you especially at your young age. after your physical examination you saw chishiya focusing on something else before exiting the room and talking with your parents. you were taking medicine for your disease, since there wasn't necessarily a cure for myocarditis. it would either go away with medication or you'd require a heart transplant if progressive heart failure is developed.

seeing your mother's shadow bowing you expected the news to be acceptable, which it somewhat was but not really. you were being hospitalized since the intravenous immunoglobulin (the medication you were taking) wasn't having much effect. further treatment was required and you weren't needed to take that medication anymore.

they always visited whenever given the chance, there would be days or even weeks they wouldn't show up, claiming it was “important matters” or “paying for your surgery”. but, why did it all feel untruthful? you didn't want to question them, not wanting to seem ungrateful for all they've done for your health. sometimes there'd be days where they'd speak to shuntaro and leave without saying a word to you, it didn't bother you, it was always like everything stopped bothering you.

the last few days were a blur, you'd get treatment and experience deadly chest pain, shortness of breath and even swelling in your extremities. though these days were hell, it was finally time for your heart transplant. you weren't informed of your parents arrival or if they even showed up, they've been gone for awhile and you were doubting their arrival.

you tried to breath, parts of you were excited and relieved of this news but the other was worried and in doubt of your survival. before you could even see nor ask of your parents the transplant had begun. after about eight hours of rest you awoke, you saw your parents and numerous doctors but it was all quiet ‘til they saw your awakened state. your parents cried tears of joy, repeatedly thanking the doctor, you’d slept for so long your survival was doubted.

you had to stay hospitalized for awhile but when you were released you couldn't have been happier, you were laying on your mother's back while on your way home when you spotted three males, all you remembered were fireworks before blacking out from lack of sleep.

when you awoke you were shocked to see you were all alone, no parents, no people, no nothing. you were all alone. ❝mama?❞ you yelled out, clenching your shirt only to get a response from no one. tears filled your eyes had she abandoned you? did everyone leave you? it reminded you of the hospital those days where no one would be there, your parents would be working or doing whatever you continued calling your parents for whatever reason, were you desperate for an answer? were you so desperate that you thought you'd get some sort of response? no one knew, not even yourself but when you reached home it was just as empty.

you searched everywhere, you couldn't find anything, you cried. it was all you felt like you could do. you were abandoned and there wasn't anything you could do about it. you searched for hours with tears, not clearing if your legs were tired, you were desperate for something, someone to bring you comfort. the sun started to set and you began to lose all hope, why did they leave you? and for what?

you stumbled underneath a tree, where did everyone go? your mind came up with endless possibilities ‘til you heard it, your name. the voice sounded so familiar, you couldn't control the temptations and ran towards it. there they were after all this time, you hugged them while crying for hours, afterwards you were informed of your “new home”. games of life and death? you had a visa? you begged your parents to let you come to the next game and they agreed with no choice.

hiding behind your parents as they handed you a phone, you scanned everyone, that's when you saw the two, they looked awfully familiar like you had seen them before. although there was one that caught your attention, he looked like someone, so familiar, something was screaming that he was someone you admired but your thoughts were interrupted by a sudden robotic voice.

「 start of game ⤵ 」

you noticed the guy staring at you while you helped your parents search the doors, you didn't have time to think much when you gunshots your parents dragged you somewhere while they searched also keeping you close.

it all happened too fast —

one second you heard your name and the next, gunshots were fired at your parents. you couldn't move nor speak, their blood painting the walls, your shirt and face before the tagger could see you, you were grabbed by someone. a hand was placed over your mouth keeping you completely quiet. you didn't know what to do, tears rolled down your cheeks but nothing would come out. you slowly lifted up your hands seeing the blood of your parents paint your trembling hands.

there wasn't anyone you could call for, no one to bring you comfort, no one you knew. a male crotched to your shaken form, hands on your shoulders as he spoke in a quick hushed tone. ❝stay with us okay? we'll keep you safe❞ you couldn't even respond you could tell he was scared too, he was trying to be brave in front of you, but why? you know what you saw, there wasn't anything you or he could do about it. a simple game of tag was the night you lost your parents.

「 end of game 」

you looked at the phone in your hands, the words “game completed” in dark works contracting from the bright screen. you hadn't seen the male you stared at after the accident, you tightly held the hand of the male who saved you, holding him tight like you were afraid to lose him too, a stranger who you didn't know yet you were too scared to lose him as well.

❝i forgot to mention, i'm arisu and this is karube.❞ the male tried to ‘brighten’ the mood only to be met with silence. he knew where wasn't a way to brighten the mood you had lost your parents for fuck sake! and now you were trusting some strangers, really life wasn't on your side right now.

you grew to “trust�� arisu's friends, well mostly arisu and karube but your trust for the rest would come around. you had a while on your visa so arisu suggested that i'd be best if you didn't accompany them for the next game which you weren't necessarily fine with but somehow arisu managed to convince you. so you waited and waited ‘til you spotted arisu coming out but you looked different, he looked like he'd lost everything.

that was when you found out, you understood his feelings. it felt like the whole world had collapsed and came to an end when you lost your parents and bow arisu lost someone precious to him. you stayed with him while he was sorrowful, your efforts to help him were in vain ‘til a pretty lady you recognized from tag came along, and that was how you met usagi.

you were accompanying them through the last of the games most of them surprised you with your survival but it was all worth it for you all to make it to the beach.

everyone was surprised to see a literal child at the beach, most were astonished you managed to make it this far and even progress further. you were sitting in the middle of arisu and usagi when a lady with a blue bikini started talking with the two, it wasn't long before a group of males came along who you thought were the “militants” there was one that particularly disgusted you just from appearance. who yes you found out was “niragi suguru” and the bikini girl was “kuina hikari” he was always someone you avoided, though you were a child you weren't stupid.

while you were around kuina you spotted that same male that's when it all clicked, he was chishiya and without thinking you ran towards him ignoring kuina’s calls and hugged the male startling him. though it took you a while to recognize him it took him no time to recognize you. that's when the three (kuina, arisu, usagi) were aware of your past experiences with chishiya and were awfully surprised that someone like him was a doctor.

「 game two 」

you were running with arisu, usagi, kuina and chishiya from the king of spades. hiding behind cars and anything useful ‘til ann and tatta showed up much to everyone's surprise, you got to enter first only seeing that arisu, usagi and kuina entered before the car sped off.

after that many events occurred from the car chase to you seeing a naked man at the king of clubs game and being separated after the queen of spades game. it was difficult to find them and unfortunately you weren't able to find anyone ‘til you entered a random building unknowingly the king of diamonds. you saw chishiya but not arisu, usagi nor kuina.

chishiya couldn't even bare to face you, this wasn't how the game was meant to go. you weren't meant to be there. the death's of most players wouldn't concern him but you? a literal child who you took care of, it reminded him of that one child he couldn't save.

even kuzuryu thought he was hallucinating at the sight, he wouldn't be able to die of the thought of a child's death, your death to his game. the game wasn't as hard as you thought, you were and weren't the best at mathematics but this wasn't too hard. for some reason they felt the need to live. you noticed the balance scale tipping over the two players who reached negative ten points. aqua regia spilling onto them burning their bodies completely that was what frightened you.

you noticed the lady staring at you with a look of pity, did she think you were losing next? no. you weren't allowing that to happen, you had to return to the group (arisu, usagi, kurina, ann) with chishiya, but for what reason exactly? they weren't your actual family, neither was chishiya but you still felt the need to live, finally noticing how chishiya and kuzuryu wouldn't dare looking at you.

honestly kuzuryu couldn't wrap his finger around why you would want to join this type of game. did you deserve death knowing only one player would survive? did you think you had a chance of winning? he didn't want that he hated the fact that you die in such a brutal way. the remaining players found it surprising that you remained the one with a calm expression like nothing about this game bothered you, but you just only chose to accept it.

you noticed how the kuzuryu and chishiya looked guilty like they'd just committed a crime and someone they cared for so dearly had faced unforgivable consequences.

after daimon’s death the two older males were filled with guilt and nervousness. based on the scoreboard you had one more chance ‘til death. you lift your head, gulping. you had lost. your loss was now negative ten, a tear spilled from your eyes you remained as calm as possible with a smile that you knew they could see from the corner of their eyes, your body had burned away leaving the remaining two. chishiya felt his heart burn as he finally faced that direction only meeting your burned body. the amount of guilt was unrealistic.

kuzuryu death had chishiya guilt and emotions on a roller-coaster. he slowly rose from where he sat, he wasn't satisfied, walking off with guilt of your corpse being the remaining image clouding his thoughts. would he ever be able to recover? most likely not, he watched as the base of the king of diamonds collapsed. you didn't even get to experience the full length of life, nor did your parents get to celebrate your accomplishments, how far you came. but if your parents weren't proud of you chishiya definitely was.

[jinmanian]

𓏲𝄢 ▎lovebirds: 𝘬𝘢𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘩𝘢 𝔵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𓏲𝄢 ▎synopsis: 「 after a heated argument between the two cause of a overwhelming addiction, kazuha returns to an unforgivable sight. 」

𓏲𝄢 ▎tags: gnetural 𝜗𝜚 angst 𝜗𝜚 drinking 𝜗𝜚 fluff 𝜗𝜚 alcohol addiction 𝜗𝜚 lowercase intended 𝜗𝜚 morden!au 𝜗𝜚 lowkey toxic relationship 𝜗𝜚 slight occ!kaekazu 𝜗𝜚 2.6k wrds .

𓏲𝄢 ▎Badtz: personally this wasn't the easiest nor hardest thing to write, some plot [ tiny bits not huge ] were taken from fanfictions I've recently seen therefore I'd like to give full credits to my angst writers, also another thing this fanfiction is kinda all over the place since I was writing it all night and it's current six:fifty-eight in the morning 😭 and I fell asleep twice while making this and now I'm finally posting it without editing .

it happened again, you did it again. why were you surprised? you were bound to lose it. even if kazuha informed you countless times, spent minutes, that eventually led to hours and hours taking the lead role of your therapist and boyfriend. though his efforts were always in vain, the alcohol always found its way back into your life.

kazuha had unfortunately grown used to your usage of alcohol, yes you had a high tolerance though that was never the point. no matter how many times you'd say ‘no worries kazu I got it all under control now!’ or ‘only one bottle I promise..’ kazuha knew you'd end up chugging innumerable bottles. you’d often use it in a hyperbolical way to joke about your cravings but kazuha never laughed. not even once.

kazuha had to countlessly throw bottles away and even force you to discard them in front of his very eyes only to discover one of two possibilities, either you bought more bottles or you had the audacity to hide the rest from you.

( you were hopeless )

but kazuha never told you that, it was always something stopping him from throwing you out. though when he did you'd be knocking right back on the door, more drunk than before. begging on your knees with salty tears decorating those half lid eyes, you didn't care who was watching nor who ridiculous you appeared to the human eye that was kazuha's. feeling like he was going to vomit from the alcohol burning his nostrils.

he couldn't just leave you, you were like a bird with clipped wings, though your wings never seemed to heal and only got worse as time passed.

but today? kazuha actually gained hope and happiness. days he'd see you in the living room no alcohol in sight when you cried while he comforted, no alcohol in the fridge, no alcohol in hiding. there was nothing. was this addiction over? would you and kazuha finally be free from this caged relationship he had almost felt chained to? no. he should've known better than getting his hopes high with you.

you and kazuha had gone on a date, though you thought it was about your addiction “ending” he insisted it was just for giggles and genuine happiness. to relieve your mind of any stress, to remind you that kazuha had been with you through thick and thin, continuing this cycle with you despite the consequences he'd get because of it. even after your date you insisted on baking with the male, surprisingly on both halfs you hadn't thought of alcohol, just kazuha. but unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.

recently you've received unneeded criticism from your workspace. it didn't have you craving, it just annoyed you, but stressed you out was the nights you were forced to stay in ‘til three or hell even six in the morning due to those addictions having your work overdue, coming home at around six:thirty to a loving kazuha sleeping soundly on the couch. you remembered almost getting fired for the quantums of late work, it didn't surprise you, nothing about this job surprised you anymore.

your eyes threatened to close, you were working those tiresome nights, your workspace looked more pedestrian than normal. today you got around two in the morning, you didn't know what had gotten over you but next thing you knew, bottles were in front of you, bitter taste burning your throat.

bottle after bottle, the bitterness threatening to go down, you threw on the sidewalk with a disgusted look painting your face, everything and I mean everything was spinning.

before you knew it you had blacked out, it wasn't from the burnouts during work it was from alcohol, no matter how bitter it tasted you only asked for a stronger dose. familiar voices echoed in and out through your ears, but why did you crave more? why did alcohol force its way back into your life? why did you force it back into your life?

you woke to a pounding headache, your eyes widening, noticing it was your— kazuha’s house. you felt like you were going to throw up again, your breath cutting short, stomach empty with guilt, digging your nails into your skin like it was human nature. you wanted to hide, so you did. you didn't know where you were hiding, but what you did know was your heart stopping the moments that front door opened.

❝please, come out. I'm in no mood to play this game with you.❞ you couldn't move just curl into a ball, that's when you finally noticed you were hiding, where you always stored your alcohol bottles. you hadn't come there to hide, you came there to drink.

after minutes, almost an hour of silence, kazuha's silhouette made your heart jump. ❝please come out willingly or I'll drag you forcefully.❞ wrapping into a tighter ball and scooting away from him, though within seconds you were being dragged from your spot while trying clawing at the ground trying to remain in there.

your screams, desperately pleading him to stop, to leave you there fell on deaf ears ‘til you were fully out. ❝kazuha ‘m sorry— sorry, so sorry! I was stressed and I wasn't planni—❞

❝get out.❞

everything fell silent, like your world had collapsed. he was kicking you out? but it was all an accident, you swear! before you could respond kazuha was already grabbing your hand, not hard enough to hurt you but firm enough to drag you out. even if you pleaded countlessly, he wouldn't listen.

once he finally stopped walking you knew what was bound to happen. ❝I'm not going to humiliate you by dragging you out so please just walk out.❞ you weren't moving nor was he listening. and that was how your argument started, all he said before leaving was “by the time I hope you'll be gone, but If you aren't I will drag you out.”

you did the only thing you felt like doing, alcohol. bitterness. your hands trembled, the cool glass meeting your lips, what if you did more? you needed more, kazuha felt like your light when all you did was drink and drink ‘til you passed out or kazuha would put you to rest.

by the time kazuha returned he almost fell back, looking down to see, you were still here. clinging to his leg dried and wet tears alongside alcohol mushing your brain. ❝kazu— I'm so sorry, I promise I'll stop, please just give me another chance please, please, please— goddammit kaedehara I love you so much I swear, I'll try to stop, just for you okay? just please don't throw me out, please?❞

the platinum blond couldn't even bear looking at you, his heart swelling with his back pressed against the door and his hands shaking. ❝we can't— it's unhealthy and it's ruining us.❞ he mumbled in a shaky voice. a part of him wanted to leave you yet the side you knew and loved couldn't abandon you.

❝kazu— baby, I love you, i love you i swear I'll try❞ ❝you don't love me. if you did, you'd respect my wishes in leaving my house or stopping your addiction. but you failed to do either❞ burying your head in his leg, you knew he was right. tugging at his shirt struggling to stand on your two feet. stumbling forward and wrapping your hands around the male only to be pushed back, unlocking the door and wanting to push you out, fighting his emotions with a drained sigh, he locked the door.

❝you sleep on the couch.❞ kazuha's voice was stern but also regretful, pushing you back and quickly making his way to your– well now his bedroom. (maybe yours and his if you act right)

your clothes reeked of alcohol and sweat, stumbling your way to kazuha’s room, sticking to the walls for support. you didn't need alcohol right now, you just wanted kazuha more than anything. yeah your cravings could wait but kazuha? he definitely couldn't. he was more of a need than a want, the medicine to your sickness, he was the one who picked on the broken pieces of your heart, the one piecing them back together with that warm inviting smile. you loved kazuha, you really did even through his flaws you still loved him, though you couldn't just choose between the two. alcohol was most likely all you knew, you had thought about smoking but when you instantly didn't like it.

parts of you were still sober, not much, which you equally loved and hated. poking your head in, the blond was in the showers. slowly you made your way to the closest, grabbing some random clothes and subconsciously grabbing a shirt that you knew wasn't yours, but would he really mind?

you decided to use the bathroom in the hallway, but when you went to turn the water on you fell into the shower getting your wet so you just waited with your arms crossed.

by the way kazuha had finished he was surprised to see you waiting there, your face and shirt were half soaked and your pants were getting wet from water dripping from your face and drenched shirt. you didn't even have to explain kazuha just sighed and told you to wait there. kazuha wasn't surprised, you'd done this before but way funnier, but today it wasn't as funny, no one laughed. not even a chuckle nor a giggle.

you two didn't even talk and when you tried touching him he just put your hand back into the receptacle. despite kazuha's disappointment and need to be alone, he didn't rush nor was he rough. even when the both of you finished, giving you a towel and carrying you out, though it felt comfortable you could tell kazuha wasn't having this.

instantly putting you in the bathroom located in the hallway since “your” clothes were originally placed and that was the end. once you came out the bedroom door was closed and the bottles were gone, your throat felt dry and unfortunately he had almost gotten all the bottles.

kazuha's shirt was warm unlike the bitter taste burning your throat yet it still felt comforting. instantly putting the bottles away upon hearing the male open the door, you don't know what came over you but the moment you saw kazuha you ran and hugged him.

❝kazuuu! baby your home!❞ your words slurred, grabbing his hand and putting it on your cheek while he just stared. an unpleasant look spread across his face. ❝I've was already home to begin with.❞

you frowned, tilting your head in confusion. ❝oh you were? i didn't notice you ‘til now!❞ a smile spread across your lips, kazuha tried moving away from you, but you were glued to him like paper, like the cotton that warmed his soft skin. ❝kazu— baby, I love you so much!❞ glaring at you and finally pulling you off and sitting you on the couch.

❝this is where you'll be sleeping alright?❞ just as you were about to protest kazuha silenced you. ❝it could be temporary if you act right for the night then i might allow you to sleep with me again.❞ thinking about it for a moment an idea forming in your head. ❝mhm! but kiss me first.❞ kazuha eyes widen, raising a brow. ❝what? n—no!❞ ❝then I'm not sleeping out here!❞

looking you up and down, rolling his eyes ‘nd grabbing your cheek and pressing his lips against yours. the taste of alcohol didn't sit right with the male, it was clearly the reason for his pull back. ❝now stay and sleep.❞ standing up laying your head on his shoulder. ❝but before, can I have another—❞ ❝no. sit.❞ pouting sitting back on the couch. kazuha stared at you for a while, slowly backing up, before he turned. that's when he finally noticed. ❝is that my shirt?❞ he questioned stepping closer realizing in fact, yes it was his shirt.

❝why? do you— actually just nevermind.❞ kazuha just made sure you stayed there before leaving to his own bed.

later into the night, one am to be exact. kazuha woke up to a slow and short knock. lazily slipping out of bed, it wasn't any surprise to see you just standing there. ❝kazu i can't sleep, please can we sleep together?❞ ❝we already agreed on you sleeping in the living room.❞

❝i’ll sleep on the floor.❞ you suggested, digging your nails into your skin kazuha simply shook his head. ❝i want you to be comfortable, no sleeping on the ground.❞ ❝but i can't sleep at all!❞ crossing his arms, the both of you continued going back and front tiredly ‘til the blond gave in. honestly he didn't know what was worse the fact you stole his shirt or that he gave in.

he was glad you stayed on your own side, getting comfortable and eventually falling asleep, at around three he was woken up again. he didn't move, he only hummed. ❝kaedehara, I still can't sleep.❞ kazuha's eyes slowly open ‘til they were half lid. he was barely even conscious, shifting around now facing you. grabbing your body and resting his chin on your head, you could tell he was barely in the right state of mind. hugging his body, he was warm, driving closer to his embrace.

when you awoke, the bits of sunlight hitting your face, the bed felt cold, kazuha was gone and your head was hurting like you hit your head against the wall numerous times ‘til you passed out. the sound of the door opening caught your attention, kazuha handed you a cup of water and painkillers.

without any thoughts you instantly hugged the male almost making him drop both the water and painkillers. ❝kazuha please don't kick me out–❞ ❝just take the painkillers and then we'll talk alright?❞ you nodded watching kazuha leave them on the nightstand. taking the painkillers and water, it was hard to digest, speaking of the thought that your throat felt awfully dry.

a certain scent filled your nose, it smelled good walking towards the kitchen seeing kazuha making breakfast for the both of you, he almost jumped seeing you watch him but he could tell you were hungry. ❝please eat okay?❞ nodding sitting at the table, it was awfully silent, maybe even uncomfortable.

a plate was set in front of you, it smelled better than alcohol, poking at your food the smell almost had you drooling. ❝hey, i thought about last night and since i couldn't come to a decision i talked to someone about it, without details of course!❞ he noticed how you weren't reacting nor touching your food anymore.

❝i’m not kicking you out, i’ll try again with you. just please, don't make me regret my decisions.❞ your head shot up, you didn't know how to react nor what to say. kazuha approached you with caution, hugging you warmly and pressing a kiss on your forehead.

❝are you willing to try with me?❞ ❝of course i am!❞ kazuha smiled pressing his lips against yours yet this time it felt better and lasted longer. ❝good now please eat, it took me forever to make that.❞ you giggled, hugging him warmly. everything was back to how you both wanted it, though you weren't ever a fan of therapists you went for your own sake (and kazuha’s). maybe this time it’ll be different if you tried, all you knew currently was you'd do anything to keep kazuha in your life.

[jinmanian]

Hello, I'm going to cut to the chase to not waste time. I'll be going on a hiatus, it has come to my attention but I've been neglecting my account purposely and only changing my theme and writing cause I wanted to be like those tumblr writers who I've admired. I've not been drained of writing nor have I forgotten of my account, it was simply my own laziness and uncare for my tumblr and obsession with getting to specific levels of writing.

yes, I was working on drabbles, fanfictions and whatnot but currently I want to get my shit together, it not a "need" It's a want. I'll be a short break so I can get myself into a proper shape. I apologize for my neglectful actions towards this account and even my wattpad one. I hope you understand and thank you for taking the time to read this. I love you all and will see you soon.