#wcrthlessluck

[mediclumsy-blog]

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  “Komaeda-kun, you look even worse than last time I saw you.” She says, her voice almost emotionless. “Won’t you at least let me look at you?”

[hopestraitor-a]

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  Enoshima made sure she knew. Even while she was kept hidden. When only Enoshima and her sister knew she was still alive, she wasn’t allowed to leave her prison. It was a room about the size of a closet. Random despair fanatics would take her to a bath once every two weeks, and she would get to go to the bathroom twice a day. Once a day, food and water would be delivered. But lately, it was nothing. Usually, SOMEONE would come by with some awful video of her friends doing something terrible. To tell her that it was all her fault. 

  In fact, she started to think they forgot her. Or maybe they died. The idea of Junko being dead isn’t exactly unappealing. She’s never hated anyone as much as she hated that woman. 

  Still, the condition of the rest of the old building was worse than the small area she had seen. It looked like it had been trashed. And not only that, but soaked with water and then left to sit for years. Her legs tremble as she takes small steps forward. Every small noise startled her, like a rabbit or something. She tries to keep her breath quiet but... She can see someone else in the hallway. From this distance... all she sees is pale skin and white hair. She wants it to be him... 

  “K.... Komaeda-kun...?” 

[ibukimicda-blog]

@wcrthlessluck (x)

[ SMS: MARSHMALLOW ] what the hecko???

[ SMS: MARSHMALLOW ]  u don’t like tacos????

[ SMS: MARSHMALLOW ] i knew u were crazy nagito-chan! 

[ SMS: MARSHMALLOW ] but i didnt think u were this bad!

[ SMS: MARSHMALLOW ] ive never been more offended in my life

[ SMS: MARSHMALLOW ] how dare you????

[digitalxdreamer-blog]

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So...sleepy... || @wcrthlessluck || Accepting--No-one would sit by Nagito. No one had really gone within a few meters of the boy since his...moment. They were scared of him, didn’t trust him. Chiaki didn’t really blame them but...Sometimes, Nagito looked a little sad. So, puffing out her cheeks stubbornly and ignoring the looks from the others nearby, she stalked over and sat beside him. He was warm...of all people that Chiaki may have guessed to run cold, it would certainly have been Nagito, but his body radiated warmth beside her. It was...oddly calming. She knew Nagito wasn’t one to be trusted, not completely, but there was something about his quiet presence and the warmth of a human body that was just...relaxing. Before she knew it, Chiaki had slumped over, drifting into sleep against Nagito’s shoulder.