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Forelsket, sue me but miyako/akira - bri .

Forelsket (Norwegian): The indescribable euphoria experienced as you begin to fall in love.

Feeling relaxed around someone was definitely something new for her.

Since she was thirteen, she kept everyone at arm’s length, even her family. Sure, she laughed, she joked, she smiled, she teased her brothers but… It all seemed to go past the surface. She never wanted them to know her true feelings. She would never ask them to carry that knowledge and burden. 

She didn’t want to become that burden.

And so, she pushed the people she felt she didn’t need away. It didn’t matter hoe nice or genuine they seemed, she didn’t feel like they were necessary. That friends weren’t necessary. The time for them had already passed.

Then, there was Akira fucking Kurusu.

He was so stubborn. So insistent. He simply wouldn’t take no for an answer. He reminded her a bit too much of herself in that way which made her even more stubborn and even more insistent that he stop trying. She didn’t want to be around him. 

Not even a month later, she gave up. It was exhausting trying to compete so she caved. She just complained the entire time like her twin would. She found the complaining unappealing so surely he would, too.

She was wrong. 

“Are you laughing?”She blinked. “What? No!”“Yes you were”“I was not!”“You’re still giggling”“I’m not!”“Yes you are!”

They both ended up laughing to the point it hurt her sides. She wanted to say she hated it, but she didn’t she couldn’t…

Then, one day, she just enjoyed being around him, whatever the reason. She picked up on the small mannerisms, learned to read his emotions better through his face, noticed more of the little things; the way his hair sat on his glasses, catching on to how he could steal things so quickly even though both of his hands were in his pockets, how he always reeked of coffee and old books.

He made her smile and he didn’t need to do anything other than... exist. 

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O Titiana

The bad thing about sleeping in someone else’s bed is that it’s all that much harder when you’re trying to avert your eyes. There’s no where to look without it being severely uncomfortable. They only place she can really look is at him; the way his hair sits on his face, the peaceful look of him.

Of course, he picks up on the reason behind her staring. He’s irritatingly good at reading her so he gives her a questioning look. One that she could read well enough in the dark. She rolls over so her back is to him. She really doesn’t want to go into it and he already knows this, she’s sure of that.

His arm reaches out and pulls her closer to him.

He’s so warm… But she flips back over, pushing herself up on her forearms and giving him a pretty stern look. For what? She’s not sure about that. 

But he doesn’t waste time. He leans up and presses a kiss to her lips and lies back down before she can shove him away.She covers her head with her pillow and lets out a quiet distressed whinny noise. She hears him let out a quiet laugh and that furthers her distress. It’s good-natured, she knows, but she can’t handle being laughed at… So she throws her pillow aside and kisses him back.She could tell he’s surprised, just for a moment, but he kisses her in turn not long after. 

The good thing about sleeping in someone else’s bed is that it’s all that much harder when you’re trying to avert your eyes. There’s no where else to look.

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Mourn Me ;D

When was the last time he felt this sad?

Probably when his sister went missing, but this hurt so much worse. He didn’t want to eat, he didn’t want to work, and he especially didn’t want to talk. Hearing people repeat the same words again and again. “I’m so sorry you lost your friend” accompanied with an unwelcome pat on the back. He didn’t want a pat on the back.He started staying in bed after that. Sleeping most of the day. “You can’t let people do you work forever” And yet he let them. He didn’t have the motivation to do anything, especially not protect a country that he no longer saw fit to protect now that the only person he really wanted to keep safe was dead.This country could burn in hell for all I care.And it soon became a hope. That the whole damn country would fall. Crash and burn under it’s own ego and misguided entitlement. This monster gnawing and gnashing away at anything decent. Eating away at his life, the one he should have been living but instead–.No.No. This was his fault. He can’t blame the whole country when he should have been there. He wasn’t. He didn’t even see his friend off. He used their friendship, tapped it out of the resources until there was nothing left. But a corpse, of course.“I’m really sorry you lost your friend…” They’re liars. All of them. They aren’t sorry. They can’t be. They don’t know how dangerous his job is or what he had to sacrifice just to make sure everyone else was safe when he should have been making sure one person was safe. Making sure that one of the few people he cared about was safe. But he didn’t. It got a bit harder to breathe as the days past. Feeling like you’re suffocating on air is difficult, although losing the only person you love in such away is more difficult.