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#doubles over #forcing myself to draw more simply for the sake of my own wellbeing #in hindsight i really could've afforded to simplify the hair even more since half these details won't even show up #wip #not my favorite oc overall but definitely my favorite one to draw #so many fun shapes!!

Toush Vc: it's embarrassing because you keep scurrying away like some scared little mouse. Man up, Niwa.

@ryusxnka

ouch . it hurts , but only because it's the truth , isn't it ? a metaphorical stone that's been lobbed straight for him --- his head , his heart , landing to inflict first a stunned concussion and then an open wound . daisuke stares at its misshapen figure at his feet then tries to lift it ; this heavy , leaden thing that was a secret , or two , or three , or countless more compacted into something ugly and rot-like that even now he wanted to drop , wash his hands free of , and run far , far away from .

if only shadows could be separated from the feet . if anything , a trick like that might have been more feasible to accomplish than somehow separating dark from his every single living cell , from his blood to his skin to even deeper than that , still . at first , his mouth opens just to gape : the niwa's expression contorts . hurt , rebuked , rebellious , afraid . how could he have possibly explained ? in a way that anybody --- that hitsugaya alone in front of him at the very least could have understood . even if he did manage to somehow chisel and hammer his words together , would it even have mattered ?

there isn't anybody that understands . there isn't anybody that can ever understand me . what wasn't adored was beastly ; what was neither was flat out criminal . there was no way that he wouldn't be chased , with cloying hands and clawing fingers reaching for everything --- his body , his clothes , his face . a shriek that belonged to someone who wanted to ravish him utterly in love sounded identical to someone desperate to seize and beat him out of hate . they're both scary . so he can't , he thinks , tearing up above the horrible twist --- the queasy , punched-gut lurch in his stomach that makes him ball up his fists ; makes him sway , makes him want to childishly shout : what do you know , when you're not someone who's ever been interested in making real friends with anyone anyways ?!

' yeah , ' is all that leaves him instead , knuckles blanched ghost-white , his shoulders shaking , the world blurring black-ink-on-faded-parchment wet . even this , as pathetic as it looked , was a better , sweeter , and far more tolerable pain than the glacial horror of feeling his entire body pop and burst feathered and razor sharp right in front of shrewd witness . ' you're right . ' there's no conviction in his voice . it's flat ; hopeless , ashen with the reminder of a particular acute ruin , like someone who had just watched another fall down a fatal drop --- into a deep , endlessly echoing dark . some things were embarrassing , others were mortifying , but this ... no matter how he looked at it , things like these were flat out dangerous . ' i should . thanks ... hitsugaya-kun . '

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