#negative-hero

[kotetsuko-neesan-blog]

Hey Nii-sama, I haven't heard from you in a while. Hope you're doing well!

Oh, darling Spencer. How I missed you. Hope you are doing fine as well! /hugs/

[kotetsuko-neesan-blog]

I've been doodling a bit a while ago using a ballpoint pen. 

Don't expect quality because they are all rushed.~

I wasn't able to draw more... But next time I'll add the ones I wasn't able to put here.

[dragonkiddoz]

Tumblr Crushes:

mr-petrov

hidden-in-the-shadows

daphnerunning

negative-hero

camaryllis

pepsi-freeze

letterstotheheroes

knightutena

kotetsut

[kotetsu-can-make-fried-rice-blog]

Eh, I hate mayo. With Ketchup. Please.

Kotetsu nodded, taking the ketchup out of the fridge. 

It wasn't long until he was finished. He placed the rice on a dish, placing it on the table in front of dark!Tiger along with the bottle of ketchup. "Enjoy!"

[kotetsu-can-make-fried-rice-blog]

Make me rice. Please. B|

"Ah, I see that I didn't have to ask you to say please this time. I'll be more than happy too, dark!Tiger." He said with a grin, more accustomed to talking to another version of himself. He started preparing the rice, turning on the stove and grabbing the ingredients. "You like mayonnaise with your fried rice, right?"

[kotetsuko-neesan-blog]

Cold

She watched as he twisted in bed. He was unused to getting sick. In fact, he probably NEVER got sick. The feeling was all too new to him.  The feeling of weakness. The feeling of immobility. The feeling of frailty. It was just a cold. But he seemed like he was having so much difficulty breathing. His sweat trickled down his face as he turned to his side to breath properly. She sighed and shook her head as she removed his cap and hung it by the bed post. She felt his forehead. Hot. Slight fever, most likely. She took her handkerchief and wiped the sweat away.  She moved the blanket so she can remove his vest. She went in front of him and started unbuttoning the vest. He grabbed her hand. " What.. are you... doing?" Oddly enough, this time, due to his labored breathing, he actually sounded human. " I'm helping you breath. Unless you want to suffocate." He looked at her with weary eyes and let go. Finally she removed his vest and proceeded to unbutton the top part of his shirt. She saw his chest heave up and down. She pulled the blanket up to his chest and stood up. " Where... are you going?" He sniffed. She smirked a little. A kindlier smirk than the usual. " I'm getting some cold water and a towel." To him, it seemed like an eternity. But when he felt something cold and wet touch and settle on his forehead, he couldn't stop a sigh of relief from escaping from his lips. " Feeling better?" He nodded weakly. Her hands felt cold, but they were soft and comforting and gentle as she removed the strands from his face. " You know, you look cute when you're like that, like a baby." He puffed. " Then do you wish for me to be sick always?" He faintly saw her smile. " No. I just want you to always look like a baby. That's all." His mind couldn't function properly. But he felt a smile crawl on his lips. " You're terrible." He murmured. " Am I?" She asked innocently. " Then I will do something worst. Sit up and drink this." To which she supported his back as he tried to sit up and drink whatever pill she gave him without question. He was too tired to ask or think. It was a great comfort to fall back on the pillows once more and have her fix the cold towel on his forehead. " Sleep." He heard her say. " So you'll get better quickly." He didn't know he said it. He probably won't remember. But he whispered. " Stay... with... me." She leaned down and whispered. " Okay. Now shut up and sleep, you baby." The last thing he saw and felt was her hand caressing his comfortingly. And he closed his eyes and drifted off.