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koumorist · 2 years
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When the excessive amount of blood is cleaned, he picks up a syringe filled with anesthetic (he doesn't even know why he still has such things hidden somewhere around his office, they should have been carried to the infirmary a long time ago; on the other hand, it’s not strong, it can only diminish the pain — not numb her whole body). Elise glares at him with something close to contempt.
“Can't she withstand it without anesthetic?” The girl rolls her eyes and for the first time in his life, Mori feels an urge to turn away and ignore the question coming from her.
One look at Kouyou's face, twisted in a grimace of agony, tells him everything.
there's just one who could make me stay by tsun4de on ao3
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koumorist · 2 years
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“I feel strange,” she confesses and rolls up her sleeve to show more scars that should be staining her arm, but instead, there is just clear skin — untouched, like they have never even been there in the first place. Mori traces the nonexistent marks with his fingers with an unintelligible expression, but the gesture seems somehow affectionate, especially when she notices that he remembers exactly where they were. “Not like me.”
couldn't put me together again by tsun4de on ao3
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koumorist · 2 years
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pierwszy post: NIE POTRAFIE TEGO UZYWAC ALE MUSZE MIEC JAKIS SIGNATURE POST. KOUMORI CANON.
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