#giiniro

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“ ——someone fuckin’ knock me out, I don’t wanna see ‘em be all gross-like. ”

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giiniro replied to your post: no legs no arms no head

he you

can u not

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[ cont. ] @giiniro

        ❝ Jeez, I gotta ask about Roark’s family more often. So were you like separated or did you run away? Or what? ❞

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tips his hat over his eyes :)c

‘ what is it? ’ of course it was silver who did it, no one else would have gathered the guts or even give a crap to actually tip it, besides, when the redhead wanted to bother him, it was the first thing to happen (besides insulting).

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giiniro 

katsuki: *aerodactyl screech*

more like tyranitar roar + exploud scream.

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before he could even finish reading the last words tears began to pour down golden hues, eyes shutting for a moment as his heart began to bang so loudly against his chest and the biggest knot forming on his stomach (twisting and turning his insides). hands gripped onto the piece of paper, but still careful to not break it as he wanted to have this note till his last breath. never would have he thought that something so simple yet beautiful could make him cry like a kid all over again (silver always made him cry, in both good and bad ways), feeling so weak and stupid for feeling so overwhelmed by someone saying that word to him, and not even the words were heard from silver, but it was read from something the redhead had taken the time to do, just for him. 

slowly opening his eyes, trying to keep the balance on his legs, the boy finished reading, a loud gasp followed by a sob was heard, only to be met with an arm covering both eyes in order to calm down, one hand still holding the paper. this was way too much for him, simple words that could explode his whole heart and turned it into stars, to feel loved was something strange for him, yet, it seemed like gold was always craving for someone, something, to make him feel this happy. not in a million years gold felt this emotions, the mixture of so many things that overwhelmed all his systems. no matter how much the trainer tried to say something, only mumbles were able to be heard. gold slowly folded the paper (few tears landing on it) and placed it inside the pocket of his hoodie, subsequently launching himself onto the other in form of a hug (face pressed on his shoulder as he continued to cry).

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giiniro replied to your post:

this has managed to clear some confusion i’ve had too so thank you <3

okay i’m a nosy busybody and i’m really curious about what sort of confusion you had