ʙᴏᴅʏ↔ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ sᴡɪᴛᴄʜ!
If I can tightly grip your hand, I can say no matter what, "I'm all right" From here on, too, I won't change!
@donneratem
Napping at his place was an impromptu decision. I had grown comfortable with the mundanity of sharing my existence with him, despite how awkward I could be at times. Since days had grown so calm, I ended growing a bit careless on the possibilities of eventual doom.
Of course, my parameter of doom only had the word DEATH plastered and that was pretty much it. I didn’t consider other inconveniences or fights we would deal with, since I had faith we would be able to endure them. Therefore, I calmly let myself rest at his side as long as possible.
How foolish I had been, thinking that this would be a day like any other.
When I turn to face him, weakly grabbing the fabric of his clothes to wake him up, I irrupt the calmness that enveloped the room.
“Zenitsuuu, I’m hungryyy....”
Wait a second, my voice..... Why do I sound so handsome!? That shouldn’t be the right way to call it, yet I was very aware this voice belonged to the only real person that had swayed my heart to the point of romancing my crude existence.
He’s resting in my body. That’s so embarrassing but also weird and I don’t want him to suffer the cruelty of living in MY body.
Don’t yell.
Don’t yell.
Don’t yell under any circumstances--
“NO WAY, NOT EVEN I CAN STAY CALM IN A SITUATION LIKE THIS!!! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!? WHO THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA!?!”