Nov 15, 2016
This is trxubadour mun! This blog (giiri) is my fankid for Foleo!
you now have an entire page all on your own
tho hopefully not for long!! you can find yuuta’s page over here
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seen from United States
This is trxubadour mun! This blog (giiri) is my fankid for Foleo!
you now have an entire page all on your own
tho hopefully not for long!! you can find yuuta’s page over here
@giiri
“I was chasing a cat and ended up here. No big deal."
@akikonoha | A senpai that’s seen a lot more than he should have.
There were two types of people that the noirette absolutely detested. One, the stubborn types who obviously don’t know what the meaning of “no, I don’t want to date you” was and would cling onto you while begging for a chance, and two, the unnecessary aggressive types, ones who usually grabs the person they’re confessing to and yell at them in uncivilized ways.
Giri had just rejected a boy who said he had liked her when they barely even knew each other. The stranger grabbed one of her wrists, causing her to drop her phone. As a result, the ravenette didn’t even bat a single eyelash as she roundhouse kicked him square in the face – which made the guy pass out, surprisingly (?).
Though, much to her ‘good’ luck, there was a person standing there, whom probably witnessed the whole thing as he seemed to be frozen in place. The younger teen gazed at his visage: dirty blonde, tall, has a rather cute face and in the volleyball club.
She remembers him, except for the name.
“.. How much of that did you see?”
It’s time to go.
It had been a complete accident. Konoha was on his way to run an errand; a stack of bound papers and thick manila folders addressed to the Fukurodani Girl’s Volleyball Team spilling out his arms as he froze under the gaze of a girl who just no-mercy roundhouse kicked some guy in the face. This was supposed to be a short-cut... But with someone like her blocking the path— small, sure, but with an aura of ‘don’t touch me don’t even talk to me’ coming off her in waves —it didn’t look like he was getting to his destination anytime soon.
“Um,” said Konoha. Oh No She’s Talking To Him. Was ‘enough’ and adequate answer? All he had really seen was the grab and the subsequent kick, which seemed liked enough. Did he want to see more than that? Probably not.
“I...? Dunno?”
