∑📍𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐊 ⃕ 🍮! @𝙽𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚁𝚒𝚔𝚒 Title; Mine /𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 ・Got it off a TikTok —You were lying in bed. When suddenly there was a tapping at the window. The shadow reflects a small pebble like shape. —Curiosity arouses and you go get up to open the window. You peaked your head out to see Nendo holding up a boombox over his head. Playing the song; Mine by Bazzi. —A sign hanging off of his neck saying; "I like you." 🍵⋆｡°🍡°⋆. ࿔*:･ -Obsessedwithhim🫧

Attention /𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 (Nijowga's perspective) —I'd head around about all the dirt you've been saying about my name across L.A. Because you and I both know I'd call you up. —Another one, I'd heard was you've been going around parties in L.A in hopes of finding me in one. And you were right. —I see you from across the room. That outfit is way to clear that you're tryna get a specific someone's attention, me. And that scent make's me remind when you were mine. —And now I'm all up on ya, what you expect? But you're not coming home with me tonight. —You just want attention, you don't want my heart. Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new. Yeah, you just want attention, I knew from the start. You're just making sure I'm never gettin' over you

—Why'd you only call me when you're high? /𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 (Ryozo's prepective) —When I reach out its a missed call. And they call me three in the morning and leave voice messages when their high. —They won't even listen to me when I tell them to stop. Incapable of makin' alright decisions, and havin′ bad ideas. —Honestly this is starting to bore me. Yet I need them by my side. In order for me to sleep. I'm so sick of this. 🍵⋆｡°🍡°⋆. ࿔*:･ -Obsessedwithhim🫧

∑📍 ˗ˋˏ 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 ˎˊ˗ @𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚊 𝚂𝚑𝚞𝚓𝚒 Title; "Gosh you're annoying." /𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 —Hanma come in stumbling through the door. Hanging onto the wall for upper body support before throwing himself on to the couch. Wincing in pain as he sits down. —Flicking a cigarette between his lip. Just as when he's about to light it up he stops himself. He realized the promise he's made to of not smoking. "Gosh, you're so annoying." He mutters under his breathe. —Leaning his head back onto the couch. Staring in at the ceiling fan. Watching spinning around like a windmill. As it gives off air. 🍵⋆｡°🍡°⋆. ࿔*:･ -Obsessedwithhim🫧

Documents. So many documents. Too many to count. Levi sighed heavily, causing dust to fly up into the air around his head. Despite the cloth mask he had tied around his head, some managed to float up into his nose. He sniffled softly, then sniffled loudly, then jolted as a sneeze wracked his body. “Bless you,” came a voice from behind Levi. He turned over his shoulder with a glare. “If you actually kept your office clean it wouldn’t be a breeding ground for sickness.” He placed the stack of papers he had been examining back in its place on one of Erwin’s many, many bookshelves. The commander’s office walls were covered with shelves holding documents, artifacts, books, and just so much clutter. Floor to ceiling, dust covered papers adorned the office. Stacks on stacks of military declarations, regiment rosters, death reports, squad formation plans, letters, and pretty much any other kind of document a person could think of. “Dust won’t get you sick.” Erwin hummed, obviously in a much less sour mood than Levi. His brow was free of creases, the captain’s was furrowed. The commander’s lips were relaxed, Levi’s were pulled tight in a frown. Erwin’s eyes were soft as they read over a new letter in his hand, his subordinate’s eyes were full of disdain. “Sure it might not give you a disease, but this place looking this way definitely affects your mind. It’s depressing as shit in here.” Levi huffed. The edges of Erwin’s lips quirked upwards into a small amused smile. But, he waved a hand dismissively. “You should really watch your mouth around your superiors, Levi.” He hummed, flipping over the paper to continue reading without sending a glance towards the captain. He was sat at his desk, leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, mug of tea in one hand and paper in the other. He wore only his white button down, brown slacks, boots, and his bolo tie.

∑📍 ˗ˋˏ 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 ˎˊ˗ @𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚊 𝚂𝚑𝚞𝚓𝚒 Title; Mornin' /𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝙊𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧; 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙝𝙚𝙢 There’s a gentleness in the morning, a softness not commonly expressed in full consciousness that solidifies every ounce of love and sincerity you feel for Hanma Shuji. Before morning coffee, before breakfast, he awakens and makes his way into the shared kitchen, coming up behind you to press sleepy kisses into your neck. His arms are wrapped loosely around your waist as you cook, his chin resting on your shoulder. He doesn’t say a word, he only stands there, holding you quietly with messy hair and half-shut eyes. He only lets go when you turn to kiss him, your own hands coming to rub soothingly over his sweatshirt covered arms. It’s his indication that breakfast is almost done, that you’ll soon come to sit across from him at the small dining table and welcome the morning with him. Sure enough, no more than two minutes later a steaming cup of coffee will be placed first, and then the full plate of food and bowls of whatever else you decided to cook up. Under the table, after you sit, he locks ankles with you, cold feet finding their way just beneath the edge of your sweatpants. His hands, after all, aren’t free as he eats the food you made and drinks his coffee, but it’s necessary for him to have physical contact with you still, even as he does these things. The sun shimmers in through the window, cascading its rays across the table and across Shuji. The light reflects across his glasses, which are hung a little too low on his nose. It glistens across his bed head, blonde streaks coming to life as the shine hits. Shuji, feeling your eyes on him, looks up and gives you a gentle, sleepy smile. He’s beautiful like this, before the day sets in, before the rest of the world comes to life, before he is anything other than yours.

∑📍 ˗ˋˏ 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 ˎˊ˗ @𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚊 𝚂𝚑𝚞𝚓𝚒 Title; Hanna's first kiss /𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 ⚙️-𝙊𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧; 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙫𝙨 𝙀𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧/𝙍𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧: 𝙊𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙝𝙞𝙢🫧 Hanma’s hands were slightly shaking, his heart was beating noticeably faster than normal. And the cause of all of this? Being close to you and the thought of finally getting to feel you. Part of him was afraid you’d be disgusted or disappointed. Living the life he has led all of these years had afforded him few opportunities to be close to someone. The tremors in his hands worsened when you took a step closer to him and grabbed one gently. You brought his hand to your face and pressed it to your cheek. You looked up at him, his eyes were wide and he seemed almost in awe of the feeling of your small, warm face against his rough hand. And he was, he was so lost in the sight of his hand on you, so lost in the feeling of closeness that he had been missing his whole life. When you pressed your lips to his palm he thought maybe he might die right then and there. It felt like electricity shot through him when your soft mouth touched his palm. Shuji’s whole body felt weak – he wanted to collapse and he wanted to bring you down with him. In that moment he wanted to feel what real closeness was, real intimacy. He had never felt loved before, but now with your lips on his palm, your fingers on top of his, Hanma thought he finally knew what love might feel like — what softness felt like. Hanma, lost in his own thoughts of love and touch and you, found his free hand cupping your other cheek. When his body started moving he couldn’t remember. The need for more moving him without his own knowledge. And before realizing it he was leaning down, forehead pressed gently against yours, breathing in your scent, your breath, you.

∑📍 ˗ˋˏ 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 ˎˊ˗ @𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚊 𝚂𝚑𝚞𝚓𝚒 Title; Strawberries and cigarettes /𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 ⚙️-𝙊𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧; 𝙊𝙧𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙣_𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙀𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧/𝙍𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙; 𝙊𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙝𝙞𝙢🫧 when you just wanted to enjoy some strawberries and you bump into hanma — it happened to be strawberry season, and anyone who chose to not buy them while getting their groceries was hopeless. who'd pass up the opportunity to buy strawberries when they tasted the best? not you since you found yourself happily making your way back home with a pack of them in hand, holding back from eating all of them before you stepped foot into your house. upon nearing it, you were made aware of the silhouette that separated you from the entrance and craned your neck just to get a good look at him. the man turned around and flashed you a large grin, stepping up towards you as if you were long time friends. it felt like it. wasn't he a well known delinquent? shouldn't you be worried right now? you gave him a small wave and tried to manoeuvre around him to reach the door but he moved and stood in front of you, easily towering over you. anybody could mistake him for an adult with that height, but unfortunately his lanky and awkward still growing body gave him away. "light my cigarette." what? "i don't smoke, i don't have lighters.." the smile on his face faltered a little but returned once again just as quickly when he noticed what you had in your hands. "then i'll settle for the next best thing. let's share some strawberries" 🍵⋆｡°🍡°⋆. ࿔*:･ -Obsessedwithhim🫧

∑📍 ˗ˋˏ 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 ˎˊ˗ @𝚁𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚞 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒 Title; Happy birthday! /𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 -The music from the party thumps through the walls, making the drinks in the glasses on the counter tremble and vibrate. Laughter and voices drift in from the next room, Ran’s the loudest of all. -You catch up to Rindou in the kitchen pouring another drink. A quiet moment amid the chaos. -“Found you,” you say softly. He looks up, a corner of his mouth lifts into a little smirk. “You stalking me now?” -“Only for a good reason.” You step closer, holding the small wrapped package behind your back. -He raises an eyebrow, curious. “Didn’t think you’d be the type to do gifts. You already showed up, that’s enough.” You roll your eyes, heart fluttering at the way his voice softens when he says it. “Just take it.” -He carefully unwraps the paper. Not tearing it, just peeling it back delicately with his fingers. The moment the edge of the record sleeve appears, you see the exact second the recognition hits him. His eyes widen, a spark of surprise flashing across his face. -“No way,” he breathes, fingertips brushing along the cover like it might disappear from existence at any moment. “You found this?” -You nod gently. “I remember you said it was almost impossible to get.” Rindou lets out a laugh, half disbelief, half in awe. “You tracked down a limited press just because I mentioned it once?” -You shrug, smiling softly. Of course you pay attention to the little things. You always do, especially when it comes to Rindou. For a long moment, he doesn’t say anything. Then he steps closer— close enough that you can smell his cologne and feel his warmth. -“You really shouldn’t do stuff like this,” he murmurs. “Makes me fall harder.” Your breath catches and your heart skips a beat. “Then I should stop?” 🍵⋆｡°🍡°⋆. ࿔*:･ -Obsessedwithhim🫧

∑📍 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 ⚽️°ᡣ𐭩 . ° . @𝙽𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚘 Title ; "I'll handle it." /𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 -You trip, and a stronger reach you before Nagi even moves. -He watches blankly before walking to you, expression bored, but voice dripping with passive aggression; "Let go. I'll handle it." -Nagi drags you behind him lazily by your sleeve like you're a push he refuses to share. He sighs dramatically; "You should fall towards me next time. It's less annoying." -Then he just...holds your hand without explains himself. 🍵⋆｡°🍡°⋆. ࿔*:･ -Obsessedwithhim🫧

∑📍 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 ⚽️°ᡣ𐭩 . ° . @𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚈𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒 Title ; "Next time." /𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 ⚙️; bamfic / TikTok #Credits -His jaw tightens, eyes sharp pupils narrowing like he's analyzing a play. "... Thanks." He says, voice polite but dangerouly flat. -He walks over, placing a firm hand on your small back, gently pulling toward him. -"You can let go now." he tells the guy, smiling like he isn't imagining kicking a goal through his skull. -Then the guy backs off. -isagi leans down, whispering near your ear; "Next time, fall towards me." -He's smiling softly now, but his grip on your hand stays in practice—possessive, protective, warm. 🍵⋆｡°🍡°⋆. ࿔*:･ -Obsessedwithhim🫧

∑📍 ˗ˋˏ 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 ˎˊ˗ @𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚊 𝚂𝚑𝚞𝚓𝚒 Title; I'm sorry /𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 ⚙️; bamfic / TikTok #Credits -He goes completely silent—no teasing, no grin. Just a faint in, unreadable look. "You Hate me? That's new." -it's laced with fake amusement, but his eyes betray how much it hurts. You step forward instantly; "Hanma, I was angry—I didn't mean it, okay?" -He stares at you for a moment, then breaks into a tired chuckle. "Oh, darling... I like you too much too much to care." -He pulls you close, whispering. "You better not say it again though." 🍵⋆｡°🍡°⋆. ࿔*:･ -Obsessedwithhim🫧

∑📍 ˗ˋˏ 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 ˎˊ˗ @𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚘 Title; An untamed dog. /𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 ⚙️; bamfic / TikTok #Credits -At first you don't even notice it. He's quiet, composed—but then you realized he's always there. Always watching. Always watching. -He memorizes everything; your favorite snacks, your walking route, the exact sound of your laugh. When others talk to you too long, his voice drops; "They don't deserve that smile, y'know." -He won't yell, won't fight—he'll just erase anyone who threatens your peace. You're his calm. His anchor. His reason. -He tells himself he's protecting you... but deep down, he knows he can't breathe without you. 🍵⋆｡°🍡°⋆. ࿔*:･ -Obsessedwithhim🫧

∑📍 ˗ˋˏ 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 ˎˊ˗ @𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚘 Title; "Well is this your lucky day?" /𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝘽𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣 (梵天ぼんてん, 𝘽𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣?) 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙯𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙧𝙤 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙤 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙆𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙟𝙞 𝙂𝙖𝙣𝙜'𝙨 𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝘿𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨. 𝘽𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙅𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙣'𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚. 𝘼𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙥, 𝘽𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣'𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙. #fandom -"Well isn't this your lucky day?" Kakucho says, as he pushes out a chair and takes a seat across from you. "Mikey is coming soon. I've set an arrange meeting." -You’ve shoved the envelope towards him. "here's your end of the deal. Liked promised. Thank you for your corporation." Kakucho sees the determination in your eyes that gleam and shakes his head. "What ever you're up to, we're one strep ahead." -He says before taking the envelope and tucking it in behind the lining of suit pocket. "Good night now." Getting up out of his seat. Leaving the bar. -Not long after, Mikey came through. Taking a look around him before you catch his attention. And came over towards your table. Taking a seat across from you. -Before he spoke, he made sure to examine you first. His eyes lingering upon you with traces of familiarity of some sort. "What'd I tell you last time about chasing me?" Tapping his index finger on the table. "But I have nothing to do this evening. So its only fair to find some sort of commen ground." Lending out a sigh. -"Since we're probably gonna be here for a while. I'd say we have a drink to start off the night. You? " *He asks.* 🍵⋆｡°🍡°⋆. ࿔*:･ -Obsessedwithhim🫧 e

∑📍 𖦹⋆˚⋆⸜ 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ⸝⋆˚⋆𖦹 Title : We're official! /𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 -Mogari raced into the restaurant. Looking around in a frenetic, enthusiastic puppy. Walking up and taking a seat at the communal table. Eugene sits next to him, across from him is Kaoru, and Tamon sits next to Kaoru. -"Guys! Do you know what we should be doing right now?" Mogari says, spamming his hands on the table. Turning his head left and right. -The group looks at each other for a moment before shrugging and shaking their heads. "We should go to a haunted house! Tonight!" Mogari continues with speaking. "There's a lot to see in Kamakura." 🍵⋆｡°🍡°⋆. ࿔*:･ -Obsessedwithhim🫧

∑📍 𖦹 𝐀3 ༄˖°.🥮.ೃ࿔ @𝙲𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗 Title ; Halloween. /𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 -You've lost your way while on the way of meeting up with the Spring Troup at the haunted house. And ended up lost in the forest. -The night closes you in as you walked further down in the woods. But suddenly you heard faded echoing footsteps coming closer and closer. Crumbling through the fall brown and shriveled leaves. Then suddenly they stopped.. -Out of curiosity, you came closer to see what it was. Maybe you were just hearding things? -And then popped out from behind the trees is Citron. Holding a lantern in his left and on the other a long green cloth stretching to his elbow. With it's face in black inc. And looking puppet like. -"Did I scare you?" *Citron says breaking out in a laugh. "You should've seen the look on your face." *Putting the puppet over his shoulder before putting his hand out to you.* "Now, shall we?" 🍵⋆｡°🍡°⋆. ࿔*:･ -Obsessedwithhim🫧

∑📍 ཐིiཋྀ₊ ⋆⸜ 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 ⸝⋆ 𐐪𐑂 ₊˚. @𝙺𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘 Title ; /𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 -Kakucho and you are hanging out on a rooftop building. Sitting down with both of his knees and elbows touching, as his back presses up against the wall staring off into the abyss of the city. As you as well along him. -"I'm in Tenjiku." He broke the silents. You look at him for a moment before forcing upon a smile on your lips. Holding back the driven overwhelmed emotions that slip under. He looks at you with a guilty look falling on to his face. "Walk away." He says, "You know I can't do it." Turning his face away from you as he tries to not to fall apart. "I'll be fine." His tone soft and broken. 🍵⋆｡°🍡°⋆. ࿔*:･ -Obsessedwithhim🫧

∑📍⋆｡˚୨𝐉𝐮𝐣𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 ୧˚｡⋆ @𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚘 Title ; "What bring you on this side of town?" /𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 #Fantasy #Cowboy #JujitsuKaisen #Choso -You stumbled onto a town that appears to be quite little. And you mount off from your house and take in the surroundings, looking around to resupply supplies as you wander. -And before you hit the road. You reached a conclusion and went to the nearest bar. To stick around for a while. -The door chimed as you entered through the door more crowd then expected. Sitting down hunched over at a bar stool. "Never seen you around here before. What brings you here, Traveler?" You look up as him and proceeds to say, "Just importing goods." -"Ah, no wander. Im Choso." He puts out a glass and pours you a bottle of whiskey. "Stick around." He says, "Safe travels." Giving you a quick nod before moving on to the next customer. 🍵⋆｡°🍡°⋆. ࿔*:･ -Obsessedwithhim🫧

📍− ⌗ 𝐀𝐠𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐨 ⊹.∿ @𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚍𝚊 Title ; Sounds Chicken to me. /𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 -You were walking out of your day employment building, Carrier Man Trading Co., which you and Haida work for. You're on the phone with a former bandmate who tells you that the stalker has struck again; the false official account has posted images of you and is following you. The stalker then approaches from behind, attempting to stab and murder you with a box cutter. But luckily Haida pins the stalker by the wrists behind his back and twists the other to make him drop the weapon, a box cutter. -You passed unconscious as a result of both your heads hitting the sidewalk concrete and the stab wound. Which led you to the hospital. -And after the incident, word spread around that you're back to living with your parents. But Haida comes in barging in your room and drags you into the Karaoke room. "Come back" Haida says, softly. "Sorry can't." You respond back with a shakey tone of voice. "Why not?" He says. "I'm still scared." Clenching on the the ends of your plaid skirt. "The cops arrested the guy." Wanting to show you don't need to be scared anymore. "It's not simple as that." you say. "You're stronger you're gonna get through this." Using a comforting tone he uses. "Just because you say it doesn't mean it's true." You say with heavy emotions filling up as they fill up your eyes. "You're right." Haida agrees with you. "Don't throw your words at me. How is it any different than him. You don't even know anything about me, you just think you do." You proceeded to say. "When you put your feels on to me. I feel so draft." *Haida picks up the iPad and types in a code number of a karaoke song.* "That's the trouble having feeling's, that get out." 🍵⋆｡°🍡°⋆. ࿔*:･ -Obsessedwithhim🫧