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This picture has never been more relevant than right now

#“no i want my fucking audience back #now that the apology is out #saw the chance and took it #had to man

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I'm glad they apologized- I think it was a decent apology. but I'm hesitant to resubscribe? I'm certainly not going to support them on patreon anymore (or at least for now) like yeah I was paying the lowest tier but still. I'm going to wait for a hot minute to decide if I even want to resubscribe to the channel.

same here, idk if i still want to watch them since their true colours were basically shown

i never spent any money on them and i am planning on keeping it that way. i think its good that patreons get a free subscription and that they’re trying to fix things but man the situation still kinda suck

#watcher #ryan bergara #shane madej #steven lim

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just watched watcher’s apology video, how are we all feeling?

#watcher #shane madej #ryan bergara #steven lim #watcher entertainment #would like to know your opinions #personally i think it’s an alright apology but idk if i still want to continue supporting them

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Day 3 of Watchergate and watcher is still trending. That’s how you know you’ve seriously fucked up.

#how do you mess up one time #and mess it up THIS BAD #watcher's only and biggest L EVER

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18x2:

- one-shot

- scenarios

- ships/others

i wish i could save your final breath (jimmy x ami)

#masterlist #moon lv3r masterlist

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i wish i could save your final breath ~ jimmy x ami

🦋 category: angst

🦋 characters: jimmy, ami, ami's mom

🦋 summary: in which jimmy finds out about ami’s condition and decides to see her one last time

🦋 warnings: nil

🦋 notes: 18x2 brainrot was so bad it led me to write this in two hours

i had no choice

  “We will meet each other again, once we accomplish our dreams.”

  What if his dream was gone? What if it was impossible? What if it faded right before his eyes? 

  His gaze rested upon the empty bed before him. The wrinkles were now gone, traces of its former occupant now gone. Memories of her lingered in his mind. Her smile despite the tears in her eyes, her paintings despite not knowing if she could live to the very next day to finish it. Promises, knowing that they will never, ever come to fruition. A face of hope, despite all that was against her…

  Her putting on the best face she could, all the while knowing her condition was deteriorating. How did she do it? How did she find the energy? How did she just… ease her way through? 

  Watching her take her final breath… he didn’t know if he made the right decision by flying over during his break to spend time together. He broke their promise. He had no choice. He couldn’t just leave her alone. Not while she was dying.

  He wanted to be there with her. To accompany her. To hold her hand… 

  It all began because of a phone call that was picked up by the wrong person, at the right time… 

  “Hello? Ami?” Jimmy spoke into the phone. It had been awhile since he last spoke to Ami over the phone at school. 

  His break was starting soon, he didn't know why, but he decided to make a call to Ami, despite being so incredibly busy with his game. One could use a good break. Maybe he’d meet up with Ami, and tell her all that she missed out on. Maybe he’d hear all about her trips too. 

  “Who is this?” A foreign voice responded. Jimmy frowned as he turned around to check if there was anyone queuing to use the school’s payphone. Nobody wanted to use it, much to his relief.

  “I’m uh, Jimmy,” he replied. “This is?”

  The soft, gentle voice on the other side paused for a second. Jimmy contemplated if he should hang up, perhaps he called the wrong number by mistake. Was he really this stupid? 

  “This is Ami’s mother,” came the reply. 

  Awkward… her mother picked up the phone instead… What does he even say?

  “Uh… nice to… erm meet you, how’s Ami?” He asked, trying to ease the tension. 

  Silence was all that he heard. No response was produced. He pursed his lips as time ticked by. Did he make a bad impression? How does he win Ami’s mother back? This was such an awkward situation to be in… 

  “Did Ami tell you?” Her mother finally responded.

  “Tell me what?” He asked. “About her boyfriend?”

  He could hear her mother sighing and taking in a deep breath. What was Ami supposed to tell him? What could be so bad? His curiosity had been intrigued, he had to know why.

  “Ami is… hospitalised. She has heart problems,” her mother spoke. “I don’t know if she’d want me to tell you… but…”

  Jimmy went silent. Ami was… ill? Why did she not tell him? How long does she have left? How long has she been ill? The words from her mother were beginning to feel like a blur, like wind blowing aggressively past his ears. Impossible to grasp… All this time… she had been ill? 

  “How long does she have left?” Jimmy asked, trying to keep his composure. His trembling hands had proved otherwise. 

  He could only hope for the answer he wanted to hear.

  To hear that she was recovering.

  That it was a small thing.

  Nothing to be afraid of.

  Yet, he had to get his heart crushed.

  “A few months to a year,” her mother answered. “It’s not much.”

  Just like that, everything he had in mind was reduced into dust. When the call had ended, all he could do was to hop right back into his work. He was trying to drown himself, to avoid thinking of it all. There had to be no way. This had to be some kind of a sick joke… it had to be. What else could it be?

  It was the truth. Cold, hard truth. Stone, cold truth. He could not change it. No matter how hard he tried. He could only accept it, he can’t change anything… but he could change his location… If he just flew over to Japan… He can’t let her die alone. He knew he’d regret not seeing her during her final moments. He wanted to be there. For her. 

  He had missed her so much. His eyes forgot the sense of normalcy, the lack of her in his life felt foreign. He was so used to seeing her when she was still in Tainan, his eyes had never gotten used to the lack of her. 

  And now he might lose her forever? 

  Why does life have to do this to him?   Couldn’t they have more time together? Why couldn’t they?

  Of course he packed up all of his items and set off to Ami’s residence. It had been a week since the phone call. He hadn’t told Ami’s mother about his plans. All that was on his mind was to see her. To be with her. 

  A student all alone in a foreign land, with one goal. He was lucky he knew Japanese. Each and every step he took, he only had her on his mind. He could only wish that he made it in time. Before they became two worlds apart, he couldn't let that happen… 

  Ami’s mother was surprised to see him at her doorstep, but took him in nonetheless. She told him the hospital she was staying at. He was seeing her soon…

  “Ami always talked about you,” Ami’s mother spoke over dinner on Jimmy’s first day at her house.

  “Really?” Jimmy replied, “What did she say?”

  He tried to put on a small smile despite the situation. To ease the tension as they spoke of the source of their emotional state. 

  “She said she had a boyfriend, 4 years younger than her, waiting for her in Taiwan. So she had to get better,” she replied, smiling as she ate her rice.

  Jimmy laughed, “I thought she already had a boyfriend.”

  She shook her head, “This girl… Ami… I don’t know what she’s thinking, lying to you. But it’s just been you.” 

  But it’s just been you…

  Has it always been that way? 

  The next day, they went to visit Ami. It was needless to say that she was surprised to see a face she hadn’t seen in so long. Jimmy looked at her as she was peacefully painting, looking the same as she always did, those years ago when they had worked together. The way every stroke gracefully tainted the paper before her, each colour blending in with each other perfectly.

  He forgot how much he missed watching her paint, every morning. The focused look she had on her face that showcased her passion and love for her work. He admired that. 

  “Did you miss me?” Jimmy decided to ease the tension by cracking a light-hearted joke. He flashed the widest smile he could as he walked over to the bedridden girl.

  Ami laughed as she carefully placed her paintbrush down and smiled at the man before her. Her smile was quickly gone as she suddenly realised that Jimmy knew, her eyes darted to her mother, who was standing by the doorway.

  “My mother told you?” She asked.

  Jimmy could only nod. “I missed you, you know…”

  “Me too,” Ami replied, as quietly as she could. Seeing Jimmy had made her forget about her condition for a short moment.

  The two exchanged words, sharing all that each other had missed out on. The laughter that they hadn’t heard in so long. Memories they spent without each other. All of the time that had left them, they were now earning it back. Ami was glad to know that Jimmy was doing something he had enjoyed. She was glad to know that at least one of them was doing something with their life. To know that one of them was alive and living, while the other lay dormant and dying. 

  Each sun passed them by, reducing the time that they had with each other. Each and every star sparkled in the sky, a beautiful sight among all that was all tragic. A reminder that soon, one of them would be no more. Yet, they remained together.

  Jimmy watched as Ami painted, her paintings as beautiful as ever. Never to disappoint. Sometimes, he forgot that time was expiring on Ami’s side. She looked so… fine, peaceful, at ease… How was he supposed to believe that she was dying if not for the machines that surrounded her. Each day, her condition worsened. Each day, she grew more reliant on machines, rather than her own body. It was beginning to show, yet her face tried to prove otherwise. 

  Who was she fooling if not herself?

  “Hey Ami?” Jimmy began.

  “What is it?” Ami asked.

  It was a stupid question that he was about to ask… Stupid really…

  “You said you wanted to go to Brazil right?” He asked while peeling apples. “With your boyfriend.”

  Ami laughed, “Well you know that there is no boyfriend now. But I still want to go to Brazil. To the other side of the world.”

  “What if… after all of this, we go to Brazil together?” Jimmy asked. Deep down, he knew that this was a promise never to be fulfilled. Yet, he still wanted to make one with her. Perhaps it could be a motivation. 

  “Jimmy…” Ami began, before letting out a cough, straining her voice. “You know my cond–”

  “You will get better,” Jimmy responded as he finished peeling his apple. “You will, I know you will. You’ve been alive for years, another year wouldn’t be difficult.”

  Ami sighed, “Jimmy please.”

  “Promise me, Ami. I promise to take you to every country you want to go to. Just promise me that you will get better,” He begged.

  Ami went silent as she tore her eyes away from Jimmy. She was sick, laying on a hospital bed, while Jimmy was well. Why was he wasting his time with her?   “I can’t promise that,” Ami replied. “You shouldn’t waste your time on me.”   “Its my time, let me waste it however I want. I want to waste them all on you, is that really so bad?” JImmy asked. 

  To him, all of the remaining time was enough to waste away. To spend all of them on her, not knowing when it will be their last…

  “But Jimmy–”   “Promise me. We will go to Brazil together. We will even go to… Korea! Wherever you are, I will be with you,” Jimmy continued.

  It was hopeless, deep down they both knew. Yet, Ami nodded. She promised him. A hopeless promise. 

  Perhaps false hope was all that they needed to survive this. 

  Time was never on their side. It was a constant torture to them. Ami drowned herself in her paintings. All of her memories in Tainan, noted down by a paintbrush. Each stroke imprinted her memories of her journey. Journeys she will never get to continue. 

  Jimmy continued to visit her, fearing that he would witness her final breath, hear her last words.

  They were in a fight against time, and they never stood any chance. Never had they ever realised what their future had for them. All they did was to live in the moment. To enjoy every second. 

  “Ami,” Jimmy began. He suddenly had an idea to ease the tension, it was stupid really. 

  “What is it now?” Ami asked.

  It was something Jimmy had never brought up to Ami. It was stupid, but he has been wanting to ask. It really was stupid. 

  “You know… your mother said that you have a boyfriend waiting for you back in Taiwan, so you have to get better,” He said, flashing her a smile. Despite all that was against them. 

  Ami laid back on her hospital bed in embarrassment. A wave of pink washed over her cheeks as she pondered over her next choices of words. What could she even say to undo what was said? 

  “Are you jealous?” She asked, her eyes meeting his.

  “Well… the boyfriend is right here now,” Jimmy answered, shamelessly. “Could’ve just told me you wanted me.”

  Ami laughed, memories of Jimmy teaching her how to say the word handsome flashed into her mind. It felt like the old days, where Jimmy was blessed with ignorance and they were free to do whatever they had enjoyed. 

  “You want to be my boyfriend?” She asked. “Even while I am on a bed?”   “I��d be your boyfriend, no matter where you are, what you are,” Jimmy answered.

  Ami narrowed her eyes at him, “Did you rehearse this beforehand? Did my mother put you up to this?” She interrogated. 

  Jimmy shook his head, “I missed you, Ami. I really do. I wish we could have all the time to travel the world together.”   “Jimmy, I… missed you too,” Ami answered. 

  They only have a few days left…

  She was painting again. It was in a notebook, with empty pages. Incomplete, for her to paint them with future promises she wishes she could fulfil. The false hope was all that was left of her driving force to live. The oxygen mask she wore everyday was a painful reminder of the days that were leaving her rapidly.

  Doctors came in and out of her room, concerned words being exchanged all day. A miracle was the sole cure for Ami. Promises were not enough to save her from an impending doom. 

  Medication after medication was delivered into her room, her end was slowly nearing. Yet, she put on a smile whenever she saw her mother and Jimmy. Her paintings remained as serene as ever, failing to capture the dying nature of the artist. Her hopes were scattered about her painting, all of her promises. Yet, despair could be found on the empty canvas, due to the same promises. 

  There was no saving her. She did her best. 

  Jimmy knew it too.

  It was a rainy day, thunder and lightning ran rampant. The mood was sombre, Ami had just finished speaking to her mother. Ami’s door slid open to reveal Jimmy.

  “Ami…” He began.

  Time was fading. Ami was on her last painting.

  “Jimmy…” Ami greeted.

  They knew.

  They both knew.

  “You… can’t die. Please,” He began.

  “Jimmy… I don’t want to either,” Ami answered. “I want to travel, to see the world… with you. I want to see your game come to fruition.”

  He sat close to her, his fingers intertwined with hers. Fate was just about to untangle them soon. Nothing had been on their side, aside from each other. But soon, one of them was about to bid a permanent goodbye.

  “The medicines are supposed to let you get better,” Jimmy began. “I don’t know why they won’t work.”

  “Not everything will work out in our favour,” Ami responded.

  “What did you do to deserve this?” Jimmy asked.

  Ami shrugged, trying to hold back tears. “I don’t know. But I am glad I met you. I am glad you’re here with me.”   “I am glad you’re here with me too. Just… stay longer, please,” Jimmy continued, his eyes looking at the heart beat monitor. 

  “I want to stay too,” Ami answered. “I promise.”

  “We will go to Brazil,” Jimmy continued. 

  “I will go to Brazil with my boyfriend,” Ami added, “We will travel to the other side of the world, together.”   “Together,” Jimmy confirmed, his hands holding onto Ami’s, tighter than ever.

  “And we will explore America, or maybe Canada next,” Ami added on, “Korea… Singapore…”

  Jimmy nodded, “We will go everywhere you want to go. Just say the word. I will take you there. I promise you.”

  Jimmy looked down at her paintings before looking back at her, an idea came into his mind, “Could you paint us?” It was like a final gift, for the both of them. Memories of sorts. It was a simple painting. 

  Ami nodded, starting a fresh new painting, on a fresh new page. She let go of his hand as she painted. The rain finally stopped, everything seemed peaceful now. Jimmy watched in silence as outlines of their smiling faces traced on the paper. Colour slowly filled them as the seconds ticked by. Jimmy decided to peel some apples again, feeding some to the artist before him.

  “It's beautiful,” Jimmy commented. “Like the person drawing them.”   Ami sniffled before she could reply, “Thank you, Jimmy.”   The drawing was one of them, at the lantern festival, holding onto one before letting it go into the night sky above them. All she had left to colour was herself, and the background. Jimmy was all colourful. The colour of the flames remained vibrant.

  Silence graced the room as Ami tried to move her paintbrush…

  “Jimmy,” Ami whispered as her breathing grew ragged.

  Jimmy shot up with concern. “What is it?”

  Ami could only smile. “Jimmy, thank you for being with me. I love you.”

  Her paintbrush left her hand, the heart beat monitor went flat. Her eyes closed, a single tear fell from her face. It was as though she knew her end was near.

  “Ami?” Jimmy shook her. “Hey!”

  She looked as though she was asleep…

 “Ami? Stay with me!” Jimmy shouted. “I love you too! Ami!”

  No response.

  “Ami! Please! Stay with me, I don’t want you to leave!” Jimmy continued as doctors entered.

  He had to be forcefully dragged out. Ami’s mother cried outside of the room. Jimmy was just numb. He had witnessed her final breath. The painting she never completed. The words she never got to hear. The trips she never got to go on.

  Why…

  He was numb.

  As the years went on, he could only run. Ignore all that he had felt. What could he do? A part of him had died with Ami on that day. The sight of Ami’s final breath haunted him. The sight of her empty bed the day after her death plagued him. The final words of Ami lingered around him. 

  The years slipped by. His skin was slowly beginning to forget how tight they had gripped onto each other. The trips still remained unfulfilled. All of the time they spent together, all they did was to hold hands. He wondered how her lips felt like… he was missing something he never had. He was slowly forgetting the weather on that day… had it been sunny throughout? What were they eating before she died? Was it strawberries? Grapes? What exactly were her last words?

  He was a changed person ever since her death… the years went by him, and now, he was fired from his own company…

  He looked into his boxes of memories… he found the book that Ami was painting, he flipped to the incomplete page. She was colourless, like a ghost. The empty pages… promises that never had the chance to fulfil itself… 

  Just like that, Jimmy found himself in Brazil, with the notebook filled with paintings. 

#18x2 #jimmy #ami #greg hsu #kiyohara kaya #kaya kiyohara #help me #angst #one-shot #lin jia ming

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watcher leaving youtube... for a streaming service????

#watched them since i was 10 #im so disappointed #i don’t earn enough from my pt work to pay for another service #FOR ONE CHANNEL #this is stupid #there goes my comfort youtubers

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part 3 of white hyacinth is gonna take me at least a month to finish 😭😭😭 it’s ok i love yuzugiri

#fic writing #jigokuraku #yuzugiri #i’m dying with projects

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school is starting soon i’m HSUAJZHDHSHABZBSHHA CRYING

#fic writing #yes this means slow updates #school

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On this year women's day, all we could think about are Palestinian women in Gaza.

Nearly 9,000 women have been killed in Israeli attacks in five months. Another 2,100 are missing and presumed dead, while 23,000 have been wounded and over half a million are displaced.

“Palestinian women, especially in the Gaza Strip, are exposed to the worst humanitarian catastrophe,” Ashraf al-Qudra, the health ministry’s spokesperson, said on Thursday.

Dozens of women and girls have also been detained and face harsh conditions in Israeli custody, including sexual abuse.

Women in Gaza also struggle to find menstruation products and access the necessary pregnancy and post-natal care. The consequences on reproductive health, including a rise in stress-induced miscarriages, stillbirths and premature births, have increased significantly.

Women in labour are undergoing caesarean procedures without anaesthetics, and a shortage of post-operative care such as medication, antibiotics and pain relief further exacerbates the situation.

According to the health ministry, 5,000 women give birth monthly in Gaza under “harsh, unsafe and unhealthy” conditions caused by Israeli bombing and displacement.

There are 60,000 pregnant women in Gaza suffering from “malnutrition, dehydration and lack of medical care.

There have also been repeated cases of Israeli soldiers mocking Palestinian women by posting videos and pictures of themselves rummaging through personal belongings in Gaza homes, making derogatory comments and posing with women’s underwear.

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the white hyacinths on the floor (i don’t know what to do) ~ yuzugiri pt 2

🦋 category: angst, hanahaki

🦋 characters: yuzuriha, sagiri, gabimaru, yui, nurugai, shion

🦋 summary: in which sagiri finally learns of the truth, but at what cost?

part 1 - realisation

part 2 - revelation

part 3 - solution

🦋 warnings: nil

🦋 notes: surprise surprise this didn’t take me long, i did proof read it a bit too. enjoy !

Sagiri stared at Gabimaru, he was holding a foreign flower in his hand, one she had never seen before. She stared as her mind processed the words that Gabimaru had just told her.

“These flowers are not native here. I only found them when Yuzuriha came over. Something is going on,” Gabimaru announced, his eyes as serious as ever, his tone as dead as ever. “There is something going on with Yuzuriha.”

“What are you implying? That Yuzuriha is running an illegal flower trafficking ring?” Sagiri replied, her tone taking on one of annoyance. Her eyes remained fixed on the short, white haired boy before her, wondering what he had to say next.

“I supposed Yuzuriha running an illegal drug ring would be more plausible than this. Yui thinks she might know what’s going on,” Gabimaru continued.

Yui came out of the house and joined the two in the backyard of the couple’s home. In her hand was a book, one of folklore. Sagiri wondered, just how could a sickness be related to a mere story passed down from generations to generations?

She glanced over at Gabimaru, who kept his stoic expression, though his eyes still bore love for Yui. He did not seem to believe in the tales that Yui was carrying. Just what could it be?

Yui laid the book down as she sat, flipping the pages gently until she landed on a page. It had flower patterns on them, Sagiri wondered, just what was happening? Whatever going on with Yuzuriha cannot be a folklore… yet they did deal with those people on that island together, witnessing all that seemed impossible, so really what was plausible?

“Have you ever heard of Hanahaki? The flower disease?” Yui began, her gentle voice sounding as smoothing as ever. “Where if one’s feelings go unrequited, their lungs get filled up with flowers until they asphyxiate to death. They would vomit and cough out petals, and over time, they become flowers. That’s when they’re close to death.”

Sagiri frowned and shook her head, before stealing a glance at Gabimaru, who seemed to be a skeptic. “What does that have to do with Yuzuriha?”

“I think,” Yui began. “Yuzuriha might have Hanahaki.”

The atmosphere took on a more serious tone as the words settled down. No words from Gabimaru. Sagiri just sat there, processing the information she had just heard.

Yuzuriha… suffering from such folklore?

No way. It can’t be.

Why would she let herself suffer because of someone else?

“It’s Yuzuriha, no way would she let such a thing take over her,” Sagiri responded. Silence… Her doubt was the only thing that filled the air.

“Just ask her,” Gabimaru broke the silence. “See what she says. Maybe you should even search her home. God knows how many of these flowers there are.”

Sagiri sighed, “what even are these flowers?”

Yui shrugged, she also did not have a clue on what flower it was. Could the flower mean anything? What would they even learn from it? Will it be beneficial to their cause?

What was Yuzuriha up to?

Sagiri was determined to find out, though she did not want to spark any suspicions into the kunoichi. Yuzuriha was not a dumb woman, she’d know if Sagiri was suspicious of her actions. They have known each other for quite some time, been through quite a number of things together. Yuzuriha knew Sagiri like how Sagiri knew her way around the neck with her sword.

“So, Sagirin. What’s the fine occasion about?” Yuzuriha happily chanted. Despite everything about her health, she still managed to act as her usual self, happily skipping about.

Sagiri had asked Yuzuriha out, to her place, to have some tea. In hopes of having a hint as to what was going on. There had to be an innocent explanation, Sagiri knew that there was.

Sagiri maintained her normal composure, though she was still unsure of how to go about the situation. “I just wanted to… spend some time?”

The hesitation in Sagiri’s voice had failed to fool Yuzuriha. Her ponytail swung about as she explored the young samurai’s home, happily hopping her way around the home like it was her’s. The view seemed to captivate her. Sagiri began to feel her palms sweat as Yuzuriha never gave an answer back.

Suddenly, Yuzuriha started to laugh. “You could’ve just said so! I thought you wanted to rid me of my head like all of your other criminals!”

Sagiri let out a nervous laugh, she seemed to think that Yuzuriha bought her lies. But did Yuzuriha really believe them? Nope. She was no idiot.

Yuzuriha knew that Sagiri was beginning to catch on. Maybe Gabimaru and Yui were suspicious of her too. But what Yuzuriha wanted to know was what they were thinking. Did they think of the same folklore that the doctors have been saying?

What were the chances of that? Was it really possible?

How long will the truth remain hidden from the root cause?

How much time does she have before those cursed flowers finally took over her lungs?

Perhaps Yuzuriha needs to be more careful, the next time she was at Gabimaru’s home. It seems as though Yui knew. The way she looked at Yuzuriha, those eyes screamed of revelation. What should she do? If only murder could be an option… Yuzuriha wasn’t serious about killing Yui of course… But damn this situation.

This was why Yuzuriha decided to look into alternative solutions. She could not risk being found out. There was the option of removing the flowers from the inside, but she’d never love Sagiri ever again. Yuzuriha did not know the extent of that, does it include platonic love? What if it does not go well? If she rid herself from the florals when the flower grew to her heart, she’d never love again.

What was she to do then?

Her house was filled with notes, flower petals she tried to cover up. Blood mixed with vomit were often found in the backyard. It was slowly getting out of her control. Freshly dug holes where she hid every trace of evidence… How long could this go on?

The frequency increased day by day… How long could she continue hiding such a grave secret? The size of the flowers grew, her mouth slowly falling to accommodate each and every petal. Her lungs felt weaker and weaker. Everyone had to have caught on at this rate.

Her declining health was not something that was invisible to the naked eye. Anyone with eyes could see it. Though she doubts her predicament would escape Yamada Asaemon Shion. That blind man somehow knew everything.

There was no hiding it, was there?

Maybe she should’ve come clean with it a long time ago. Maybe there would have been more time for her to solve her stupid illness with everyone else.

But to have Sagiri know… she thinks she’d rather die than have her find out.

Maybe it was fate, maybe she was just stupid, maybe she did it on purpose…

But was it really her fault when she lost control and coughed a white hyacinth in front of everyone else the next time they visited Yui and Gabimaru?

The bloodied flower fell onto the ground, visible to all that was there. Damn it, she should not have gone out. But everyone would still maintain their suspicions if she stayed home for too long, it wasn’t like her to be confined in those walls. Her loud coughing fit caught the attention of everyone present. The way her hands flew to her throat, her eyes squinting shut as she felt the flower crawling out. The sounds of droplets hitting the floor, her blood. The sounds of her choking on the flower, Sagiri patting her on the back, in hopes of reliving whatever Yuzuriha was going through.

Everyone’s mood changed the moment the white hyacinth became the spotlight of everyone’s attention.

“Yu- Yuzuriha…” Sagiri began as Nurugai picked up the flower, her eyes squinting as she tried to figure out the breed of it. The blood didn’t seem to phase the child at all.

“Surprise everyone!” Yuzuriha laughed, “I got all of you good right? What was that folklore again? Hanahaki? This prank was fun!”

Nobody laughed with her. Nobody seemed to believe her words. Of course they didn’t. How was she supposed to shove such a flower down her goddamn throat? The fact that it was covered in blood didn’t help her case either.

“You don’t seriously think that we are that stupid,” Gabimaru answered, being the first to break the unbearable silence.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Yui’s soft and concerned voice was next to replace the silence.

“Its nothing to worry about!” Yuzuriha laughed, waving her hands about, sitting down, her posture relaxed despite the atmosphere.

Sagiri’s gaze pierced through Yuzuriha, one ever so stern look. A look that Yuzuriha could not decipher. She had never seen such a look on Sagiri before. Was it anger? Sadness? Heartbreak? She could not tell.

There seemed to be tears in her eyes that refused to fall.

Poor Nurugai, the one time she decided to tag along, just had to be the time where everything unfolded. She doesn’t even understand what was going on. She hadn’t even heard of the tale that was now Yuzuriha’s illness.

“Who is it?” Sagiri asked. “Who is worth you dying for?”

Yuzuriha paused. Suddenly images of her sister and… Sagiri filled her mind. Were they the ones worth dying for? Her sister was already dead… Sagiri wasn’t. Yet here Yuzuriha was, dying because of her lack of awareness.

“Nobody,” Yuzuriha answered. “I don’t mind killing though.” She tried to put on the biggest grin she could, even in such a situation.

Sagiri sighed, her hands reaching for Yuzuriha’s blood soaked palms. “Please, just say it. I don’t want you to die because of something so stupid. After making it out of that island alive… I don’t want to lose you this way. I don’t want you to die this way.”

Yuzuriha laughed as she locked gaze with the woman before her, then looking at Gabimaru, Yui and Nurugai. “Do you really think I’d let myself die because of this?”

“Is that not what you’re doing right now?” Gabimaru answered. “Look at what you coughed up. A whole flower covered in blood.”

“Can someone just tell me what is happening?” Nurugai asked. “Are they having a lover’s quarrel? I am not a kid you know! Yuzuriha has been into Sagiri for quite awhile anyway!”

Lover’s quarrel? They were not even lovers to begin with. How does Nurugai even know? What does this kid know?

“Oh but you are one,” Yuzuriha snapped back. “Silly brat.”

“You didn’t deny the lover part,” Nurugai answered before being ushered out of the room by Yui. Nurugai whined all the while being ushered out of the adults corner. They weren’t technically adults but they were certainly more mature than that child, maybe not Yuzuriha, but everyone else certainly was.

That darn kid. But she wasn’t that wrong, Yuzuriha did like Sagiri, but would the others believe in what Nurugai spewed?

“Well, was Nurugai right?” Gabimaru asked the moment the atmosphere returned to one of seriousness.

“Ah Gabi, why are you so straightforward?” Yuzuriha asked as Sagiri backed away a bit.

Sagiri’s eyes darted between Yuzuriha and her own hand, trying to make sense of what had just been revealed. She wondered, should she believe in such a tale? Could she really be responsible for what was going on with Yuzuriha? She suddenly started to rethink all of their interactions. All of their conversations. Had there been any signs that she could have missed?

Sagiri was just thinking and analysing everything in her mind as Gabimaru and Yuzuriha argue amongst themselves. Could all of these be true? What does it mean then? If Sagiri was the one Yuzuriha was in love with? That Sagiri might soon be responsible for Yuzuriha’s death? If Sagiri does not reciprocate… Yuzuriha would soon cease to exist?

“Yuzuriha…” Sagiri began.

“Yes? Sagirin?” Yuzuriha answered, shifting her attention from Gabimaru to Sagiri.

“Was Nurugai… right?” She asked, her hands trembled amidst Yuzuriha’s grasp.

Yuzuriha wanted to laugh, “You believe a child’s words? One that wasn't serious?”

“It all makes sense now…” Sagiri continued. Her words began to concern everyone that was in the room. “It may be a joke… but it all makes sense…”

“What makes sense?” Yui asked.

Sagiri continued mumbling to herself as her realisation grew heavier and heavier, grew firmer and firmer. This was when Yuzuriha knew the gig was up, for good. She was going to be exposed, from head to toe. Thanks to a kid fooling around.

“So you finally realised?” Yuzuriha asked, her smile as wide as ever.

Gabimaru and Yui exchanged glances as they finally realised what Yuzuriha was implying. The look of shock that washed over Sagiri was a look Yuzuriha wished she never had to see again. It somehow crushed something inside of her. Why was Yuzuriha feeling pity for Sagiri?

“I- I… Yuzuriha… I…” Sagiri stammered.

“You’re what? Sorry?” Yuzuriha finished for her. “Don’t be. It's just death. I will find a cure.” How could Yuzuriha’s tone still sound so calm?

“How could you say that?” Sagiri snapped. “I can’t lose you… But neither do I return your feelings… I don’t know how to help you…”

“Well there is a cure,” Yuzuriha answered, her eyes scanning the room before she decided if she should continue.

Yuzuriha watched as Sagiri’s face fell upon hearing of how feelingless the cure was. Removing the flowers from the inside… Never loving Sagiri ever again? Romantically and potentially even platonically? Why did she have to lose Yuzuriha no matter what the choices were? Should she allow Yuzuriha to take the risk? What if everything changed? There was so much to risk. Was there even a doctor who could handle the surgery? How would they know if the doctor was a sham? Just how many doctors were out there with actual real experience when it came to such a tale?

“How long do you think you have left?” Yui asked, bending down and taking a seat beside Yuzuriha.

“Eh, maybe two months?” Yuzuriha shrugged. “I might d-”

“No,” Sagiri blurted out, her tone firm. “There has to be another way. That wouldn’t cause you to feel nothing towards me.”

“Sagirin,” Yuzuriha answered. “My life is on the line, not yours. I will find a doctor who will be able to remove those flowers skillfully. I won’t die. But I can’t guarantee what happens next.”

“How often do you hear of people dying of folklore?” Sagiri asked. “What if the doctor turned out to be a fake?”

Yuzuriha shrugged, “I guess… I’ll just die then. I mean, I am already dying.”

Sagiri continued begging, “There has to be more ways than that!”

“Well, there is one,” Yui began. “It’s just… Sagiri… You’d have to return the feelings.”

Gabimaru sighed, “Just send Yuzuriha to death, she has no hope.”

“Thank you Gabi, that’s very helpful,” Yuzuriha answered. “But Yui is right, that’s the only other way.”

What was Sagiri supposed to do now? Can she force her feelings? Does she even like women? What can she do? What can she not do? What should she do?

What other ways could there be?

Sagiri looked into Yuzuriha’s eyes. It was one of hope, yet despair lingered in its depths. Did she have faith that everything will work out? Or does she know that deep down, things will work out but not in the way she hoped?

It has been a good few days ever since the revelation… Nothing has happened. Sagiri was at such a loss. She was used to death at her sword, not on her hands.

What was she supposed to do?

She wanted to save Yuzuriha but… did she have the ability to? Can she do it? Why did it have to be her? No wonder Yuzuriha didn’t want to say anything, she knew this would happen.

Sagiri can’t just sit back and watch as her dear friend slowly walks closer and hand in hand with the grim reaper.

Can she really bear having all the weight on her? Knowing damn well that she was the one who holds the perfect solution to it all… How could she manage the stress of it?

The thought of losing Yuzuriha haunted her. It drained her of all positivity. How was she supposed to go on as normal when she knew that there was a chance that everything would become abnormal? She had to fix everything, she had no choice. She can’t just let Yuzuriha suffer alone and drown in her lungs.

“What’s troubling you, Sagiri?” Yamada Asaemon Shion’s voice pulled her away from her suffocating thoughts.

“Not much,” Sagiri answered. “Just…”

The lack of sight does not mean Shion failed to see the things that happened around him. He can still feel. He can still see things in his own way.

“Troubles with your feelings?” He asked. “I heard some rumours of you and Yuzuriha having a falling out.”

Sagiri sighed, she couldn’t really tell him the truth, could she?

“I guess so,” Sagiri answered. “Just… don’t know what I should do.”

“What do you think you should do,” Shion asked. “I believe that you know the answer.”

Sagiri remained silent. She knows what she should do, but can she do it? Does she have the ability to? Will blood find its way to stain her? Or will she undo the kill?

“What if I don’t think that I can do it?” Sagiri asked.

Shion paused, trying to think of a response to Sagiri’s question, “Find a middle ground, there’s always a solution to every problem. If you know what you have to do, start from there. Maybe you already have the solution, you just never realised it.”

What middle ground was there? How does Sagiri even begin to navigate her own feelings? How does she even make herself develop them? What was there for her to realise?

All she had been doing was thinking. Everything. She was thinking it all. Weighing each and every consequence her actions could bring.

How long did Yuzuriha have left?

She knows that she have to act soon, before it’s too late. Before she loses Yuzuriha for good. There had to be a way out.

Every night, Sagiri stayed up late. Her eyes scanned through each and every folklore she’d lay her hands on. Each and every variation of the Hanahaki. She couldn’t find anything of use. It’s all somewhat the same thing. The ending, one loses all ability to love once the flowers were removed, one dies as it’s too late…

If the flowers reached Yuzuriha’s heart and she removed it at that stage, she’d potentially lose all ability to love… But if it still remained in her lungs, perhaps there’s still hope of her ability to love. Just not to Sagiri.

Why was there so much at stake?

What should Sagiri do?

How does she even begin to try and reciprocate her feelings? How has Yuzuriha been? Maybe she should find her and talk about it.

Sagiri made her way down to Yuzuriha’s residence. She took a deep breath. She had to be ready for confrontation. Ready for all that could be thrown at her face.

Whether it be good or bad. She had to embrace it. To solve it.

She was going to save Yuzuriha no matter what it takes. She was willing to do anything in the realm of possibility. So long as she had the ability to do something that could be done…

“Yuzuriha?” Sagiri called out only to be greeted by silence. Where was she?

“Are you alright?” Sagiri continued. All she heard were her echoes.

Crap. Did something happen? Sagiri ran about the home, trying to find any traces of evidence. It all seemed thoroughly cleaned. Did someone invade her living space? Was Yuzuriha in danger?

Sagiri ran about the home before she finally stumbled into Yuzuriha’s bedroom. She found a note laying in there, a few specks of dust found its home on that piece of paper.

On the paper was Yuzuriha’s handwriting… It read…

I am off to find my own solution. I can handle this on my own. So off I go, see you when I’m free of those petals!

#fic writing #sagiri jigokuraku #yuzuriha jigokuraku #jigokuraku #hells paradise #yamada asaemon sagiri #sagiri x yuzuriha #yuzuriha #yuzugiri #let’s see how this ends #hanahaki

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which one of yalls did this 😭

THE KEMU3 SONG AT THE END TOO PLS 😭😭😭

#jjba #golden wind #vento aureo #jjba vento auero #jjba pt 5 #leone abbacchio #jjba abbacchio #jojo's bizarre adventure #tiktok #WHO DID THIS #i’m crying

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the white hyacinths on the floor (i don’t know what to do) ~ yuzugiri pt 1

🦋 category: angst, hanahaki

🦋 characters: yuzuriha, sagiri, gabimaru, yui

🦋 summary: in which one of the girls unknowingly crossed the line between romantic and platonic. now it’s either dying in secret or seek the other’s help for treatment… should she really burden the other with her condition?

part 1 - realisation

part 2 - revelation

part 3 - solution

🦋 warnings: nil

🦋 notes: another hanahaki fic ! originally i planned for this to be a one-shot, but as i was writing the end of this chapter, i realised that i accidentally ended it off on a good note and was having a hard time trying to continue it (hence why there’s a part 2)

i realised that it was the perfect way to end off a chapter and to begin another one and that’s how this became a three part story. i’ve been writing this since september and i just finished part 1 as of 26th march… hopefully the other two parts doesn’t take me as long…

will this have a good ending? lets wait and see hehe

“Sagirin!” Yuzuriha chanted happily as she hopped about the female samurai.

“Yes?” Asked Sagiri, it seemed this type of stuff was what she seemed to be used to. A daily occurrence. “What do you need?”

Yuzuriha stopped in her hops as she seemed to be deep in thought, Sagiri thought the kunoichi might have been serious for the first time in her life due to how serious she seemed to be.

Until she heard what Yuzuriha had to say.

“Your affection,” Yuzuriha announced with a cheeky smile as she leaned towards Sagiri. She could only sigh in response as she walked away from Yuzuriha.

“Do you not get tired?” Asked Sagiri, while she was walking home. “Of using that kind of language around me?”

She was out with Yuzuriha solely for the fact that she wanted to shop about for items and she needed someone with a feminine eye. Someone aside from Sagiri herself.

Yuzuriha chuckled as she shook her head, hopping right beside the samurai in white. “Not at all! I love seeing your reaction.” A wide grin washed over her face. It seemed to amuse Yuzuriha to no end whenever she saw how Sagiri sighed, every single time.

“How do you not get bored of this?” Sagiri asked, watching the kunoichi hop about happily. She really admired how Yuzuriha seemed so… carefree. Being around Yuzuriha has changed Sagiri for the better. Perhaps it was how they’re so different, that it made Sagiri enjoy such antics.

Though Sagiri often wondered how she managed to put up with Yuzuriha’s silly antics. They just seemed so stupid and flirtatious at times that Sagiri had no idea how to react or even do anything.

But that was the beauty of her friendship with Yuzuriha wasn’t it?

To be able to view things in a different perspective. Wasn’t that amazing? To have an influence that seemed so foreign, a change of scenery. A breath of fresh air. An experience she never had before.

To Yuzuriha, Sagiri seemed… interesting. Just the way she worked and all. It was… good. Maybe there was another word for that, but Yuzuriha couldn’t be bothered to figure it out now. She just liked being around the samurai all the time. Sagiri felt like a different experience, one that Yuzuriha wanted to explore to no end. Perhaps that was what was so alluring to Yuzuriha.

“Yuzuriha,” Sagiri began with her usual tone of seriousness. “What do you think about that?” She used her sword to point at one of the fabrics on display. Sagiri couldn’t be in her samurai uniform all the time. An occasional change would be nice for once.

Yuzuriha examined the fabric that her beloved swordswoman had pointed to. Her cheeky gaze was beginning to fear even the store owner.

“It does look great!” Yuzuriha responded. “A few bloodstains would be amazing!”

“Yuzuriha!” Sagiri responded as she caught the pale expression of the store owner, staring at Yuzuriha in fear.

Yuzuriha laughed and waved her hand around, “Come on I’m just joking!”

This was the dynamic that the two women had adopted. After all that they had been through together. Two women who bore a strikingly opposite personality somehow attracting each other in ways they would never have ever believed.

What would their attraction lead to? Such a foreign feeling to them both… Surely it can’t lead to anything fatal right?

The fatal folklore that neither girls believed in, one that would soon secure a spot in their lives… How’d they get such unfortunate luck?

In a world where one-sided affection could result in fatal petals. Wouldn’t such unexpected love be dangerous? Where does one draw the line between romantic and platonic? How does one sniff out the differences? How does one prevent themselves from falling? How does one survive the fatality?

One of them had the unfortunate luck of having their fate hung in the air, all of it determined by one person. Pressured and stressed, how does one focus and make the right choice in such situations? How were they supposed to make choices when all options seem to be leading towards different disasters?

Why did one of them have to cross the line? Why did she allow herself to cross the line? Was risking their lungs worth the trouble? They were about to find out. The one who had the unfortunate luck…

Yuzuriha.

Never had she ever expected for her fate to have turned out this way. Never had she once expected for her air sacs to slowly be replaced by petals that would soon snuff out all of her life. Never had she expected for her potential cause of death to be Yamada Asaemon Sagiri.

What does one do in such situations?

Yuzuriha could only stare at the petals in her hands, her mouth agape. The soft and wet feeling of the petals lingered on her palm as the realisation of her feelings dawned on her. What should she even do? She thought she was just having a normal cough… until she felt a weird sensation rising up her throat, something that felt weirdly smooth and flat… she couldn’t make out the taste.. yet the petal exit her mouth and rested innocently on her palm, covered in small traces of her own blood.

What could she do?

She had never believed in the stories of fatal petals, yet here she was.

Maybe she was just overthinking everything… Maybe a flower just flew into her mouth and had gotten stuck, resulting in her coughing fit. It did make sense, it had to be the only explanation. There was no way that such a story was real, no way it existed in their world. Yuzuriha could not possibly be falling in love with Sagiri. They were just friends. Does Sagiri even have any other priorities aside from her sword? Was Yuzuriha herself even attracted to women?

There was no way. There had to be no way.

Would Sagiri even lay her eyes on her? Will she ever break her focus on her sword and lay her eyes on Yuzuriha?

Maybe Yuzuriha was just mixing up friendship with relationship. That had to be it, what else could it be? What really was the difference between the two anyway? Yuzuriha did not seem to realise that she had stepped over the thin line that divided platonic and romantic.

Who could blame her?

Line as thin as thread… so easily crossed by those mindless…

Killing had always been her expertise, not feelings. This was out of her jurisdiction. Yuzuriha’s feelings were as dead as her victims, never had she learned how to properly love. Perhaps this was why…

Flowers were so beautiful, the meaning that each and every petal held onto… Now they were replacing Yuzuriha’s air sacs against her own will… Such a wonderful tragedy… A poetic way of revealing her true feelings, even if she remains ignorantly unaware and chose to ignore her life force that was slowly seeping away from her.

All the while, Sagiri remained unaware of her friend’s fate. What was a samurai to do in such a situation? All she knew was to kill, she was all too well familiarised with the ending. All too familiar with being the cause… What difference could a killer bring to her own death?

The petals never went away as the sun shone its rays onto the earth below.

Yuzuriha went to as many doctors as she could. There was no way that such a tale could be the cause of her death. She refused to play into such folklore, it was not real. There had to be someone who could give her logical explanation.

An actual illness, with an achievable cure.

Not some folklore with an impossible medicine, one that was hard to find.

Was this really the world Yuzuriha lived in?

Who was the cause of Yuzuriha’s predicament? It was an answer she knew all too well, yet refused to admit it. Why? She does not have a clue. Maybe it was because of the fact that she refused to admit it either. Maybe she just refused to come to terms with the truth… refused to allow the realisation sink in and cement itself into her mind despite knowing that it was the cold hard truth.

The reason was Yamada Asaemon Sagiri.

Who else could it be?

What else could it be?

Yuzuriha was sure that she could get through this. She survived the damn island, she could survive this. There was no need to tell Sagiri, right? Yuzuriha could get rid of her own feelings herself, it wasn’t that bad of a task. It was just feelings.

As easy as it comes, as easy as it goes. Right?

As it seems, Yuzuriha was just about to be proven wrong. Just how gravely mistaken could a girl be?

Yuzuriha went about her day, acting as though there was nothing fatal about her. Her killer instincts, her dying lungs…

Seeing Sagiri, acting as though all was normal… Acting alive, like she wasn’t dying.

“Yuzuriha,” Sagiri began. It was during one of their few meetups in which Sagiri finally sensed something. “Is something up?”

Yuzuriha went silent. Did Sagiri finally figure it out? What was she supposed to say now? How does she cover it up?

Yuzuriha laughed in the samurai’s face, “What could be up?” She asked, trying to use her laughter to mask up her worry. She only hoped it was convincing.

Sagiri shrugged, seemingly taking Yuzuriha’s word for it. She only hoped that it was actually the case. Yuzuriha suddenly felt her heartbeat racing, the volume suddenly rising. Her heart suddenly grew weights, sinking deeper and deeper into her soul. What was going on? What the hell?

Yuzuriha tried to seem normal as her emotions suddenly went beyond her comprehension. She could only keep it to herself until it was all over. What other choice did she have?

“You just seem unwell,” Sagiri pointed out. “I heard a few coughs from you.”

Yuzuriha laughed, “It’s normal for every human to fall sick, no?”

Was it normal to cough up petals? Surely not. Sagiri doesn’t have to know that part though. She just needs to know that Yuzuriha can handle herself and that there would be nothing to worry about.

It was just a pity that everyone seems to know of her unfortunate health.

Yui was the next to realise that something was wrong. What could escape the eyes of this sweet soul?

It was during a visit to the couple that Yui picked up on the coughing. Gabimaru picked up some petals off the ground but he didn’t seem to pay it much mind. It was normal for flower petals to be carried by the wind. Yuzuriha was just glad that she managed to rid the maroon liquid and blended the ruined petals alongside the normal ones on the ground.

“Are you alright? Yuzuriha?” Yui’s concerned voice echoed in Yuzuriha’s mind as she tried to suppress a coughing fit.

“Her mind is never alright,” Gabimaru commented. “When has this woman ever been sane?”

“I am alright,” Yuzuriha laughed, waving her hands about. She was doing her best at looking normal, wondering if anyone would buy her acting.

Who would buy the truth?

Yuzuriha wondered what she should do. What were her steps?

She confronted another doctor, in hopes of a more logical answer.

“I’ve never seen anything like this,” was all the doctor could say.

“Are you going to tell me that it’s another folklore?” Yuzuriha rolled her eyes and scoffed before sitting up and laughing. Her eyes pierced into the doctors, seriousness taking over her body as she tried to fix her predicament.

“It does seem like folklore about unrequited love… The one with flowers you know? Perhaps you should resolve this with your loved ones…”

“Do you think I’d be here if it worked?” Yuzuriha answered before leaving.

Everyone was useless.

Or maybe she was just refusing to accept the truth. The truth that seemed almost impossible. Unwanted. Outlandish. Insanity.

Perhaps deep down, she knew she was fetally deep into her feelings for the long-haired samurai. Causing her air sacs to morph into petals, slowly rising up her mouth with each cough. Her ability to breathe worsened as each day passed her by, yet what was she doing about it?

How many days had she been cursed with up until her final breath?

Should she really take the leap of faith and just… tell Sagiri?

What would happen then? Would things worsen? Change for the better? Was the risk worth it?

It seems as though almost everyone knew of her unwell state, just not the reason. The reason herself seemed ignorantly unaware as well.

She had been lucky enough to be able to hide most of the petals that escaped her mouth. But how long can one last without being caught? What can she do? How can she really help herself?

What if the revelation would only cause Sagiri to drift away from Yuzuriha? What would happen then? Wouldn’t Yuzuriha die? How would Yuzuriha even get herself out of this situation?

How would Sagiri even feel?

Would she be drowning in guilt? Overwhelmed with shock? Stressed out knowing that a life was on her hand? Sagiri was used to having many lives claimed by her sword, but this was going to be a death caused by her lack of reciprocation.

What will happen then?

Whose fault shall it be?

Yuzuriha for falling?

Or…

Sagiri for never returning?

Who's blade shall the death be on?

Who's blade shall be the one to prevent death?

#hells paradise #jigokuraku #yamada asaemon sagiri #yuzuriha jigokuraku #sagiri jigokuraku #sagiri x yuzuriha #hanahaki #yuzugiri #wlw #hopefully part 2 doesn’t take me 6 months to write… #i’m such a women lover

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phantom blood:

- one-shot

- scenarios

- ships/others

heaven sent (jonaeri)

#masterlist #moon lv3r masterlist

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heaven sent ~

🦋 category: fluff, one-shot

🦋 characters: jonathan, erina, dio (small appearance)

🦋 summary: in which jonathan was so head over heels for erina that he would do anything to see her smile. one day, the two of them were out and they just could not hide it, which led to a confession under the rain

🦋 warnings: nil, unless you’re allergic to love and happy people

🦋 notes: just something i’ve been writing since april of 2023 and forgot what i wanted the plot to be… so why not just extreme fluff and love that is filling up every corner to the point where it overflows?

at some point i wanted dio to start some drama but i couldn’t think of anything, that’s why dio has a very small and useless cameo but its ok its dio. he’s extra and needs to be included in everything like the bitch he is

Love often grows as one goes. Never in ways people predict. Often in people one never expected to lay eyes on. That was what happened with Jonathan of the Joestar family.

How could he fall for Erica Pendleton? The prettiest, kindest, sweetest girl to have ever blessed his eyes? What had he done to deserve such an enthralling lady?

Exquisite as she was, as gentleman as he was. Never had their paths ever crossed. His eyes admiring her smiles from afar, never had he once built up the courage a man should have to pursue the one they ever so desired. The sight of her has him turning into a silly, shy teenage boy.

Once Jonathan laid eyes on the fine maiden, she started to appear at every corner. He could never escape her. How was she appearing everywhere? Once he noticed her, it was like he could always see her, everywhere. The way her long blonde hair glistened under the rays of the sun. Her soft skin always looks so delicate. Her face always looks so graceful. The woman that she was, Erina Pendleton. Would she even feel the same for him? When he had that step-brother around?

A thief around, who always stole the sole good things Jonathan cared and valued. If he ever found out about his feelings for Erina, he would definitely do everything and anything to drive the only good thing away from Jonathan. It wasn’t fair. He couldn’t have Dio ruining another thing for him. He can’t. Jonathan would never allow it.

As each day passed by, his feelings for the blonde girl grew like it was a plant being watered everyday. At every chance he got, he walked up to her and began a short, but sweet conversation. The more he found out about her, the deeper in love he became. It was a never ending cycle. What had Erina done to him? He wasn’t normally like this, yet here he was, letting a girl take over his mind and being silly over the mere thought of her. Was this the way he should be acting?

He had no idea what to do about the way he was feeling. There was absolutely no way for his feelings to fade away naturally. His feelings grew deeper and deeper as the seconds ticked by, and there was nothing he could do about it. It didn’t help that they were in the same class, he sat right behind her. The way the sunlight spilled into the class and highlighting her blonde hair, a sight that never failed to amaze him despite witnessing it almost everyday of his life. Something so mundane had turned into something he was excited over.

She lived inside of his mind. Each and every waking thought was all about her. Even if it wasn’t, Jonathan would find a way to make it about her. He would smile the biggest smile ever known to mankind whenever she was on his mind.

Imagine the joy that filled his body when he was presented with the opportunity to talk to the lady of his dreams.

It was during one of their lessons in school, their teacher had paired them up. Jonathan couldn’t be happier, though he had to act normal about it. He didn’t want to scare the sweet Erina away. Her gentle voice had Jonathan thinking that he was up in heaven, listening to the voices of angels. Her sweet smile… Jonathan began to question just how much he deserved to view it all.

“Jonathan,” Erina began. “I think we should maybe start with this.” She pointed at one of the instructions they had received for their newest project. Erina was eager to begin and Jonathan could not be anymore delighted at how smoothly things seemed to be flowing naturally.

“Yes… How do you propose to do it?” Jonathan asked, trying to sound as gentle and as normal as a man should sound.

“Hmm,” Erina pondered, her mind searching for answers. Her face seemed so focused that Jonathan could not get distracted from looking at her. His mind was not focusing on the very matter they should have been paying attention to.

“Joestar? Jonathan Joestar?” Erina whispered, “Do you have any ideas how we could start?” She asked sweetly.

Jonathan had not expected Erina to call him by his full name, though it was not something he would complain about. “Unfortunately… no,” Jonathan replied. It seemed as though they were stuck.

Time slipped by them as they worked on their project together. Jonathan could not be more grateful for the time gifted to him that he could have spent on knowing Erina more. Every part of her personality made Jonathan sink down the hole of affection more than he should have. How could a person be this… exquisite?

Jonathan was blessed to be under the same sky as Erina, to be viewing the same sunrise and sunset everyday. He longed to know her view on the beauty of the scenery they had the honour of seeing, just not together. How lucky he was… to exist at the same time as she did. He was truly the luckiest man to have ever existed. Jonathan Joestar, the gentleman, falling for a delicate gem that was Erina Pendleton.

“Jonathan?” The door to Jonathan’s room suddenly opened, to reveal the one stain in his ever so pure life.

Dio Brando.

He had a smirk on his face that Jonathan knew could only bore malicious intentions. He had seen it several times throughout the years where they had to tolerate each other for the sake of their lives. Jonathan did not want to know what his step brother had planned for him this time, he wished to keep his peace.

“I have a letter,” Dio began. “From one Erina Pendleton.” His tone shifted at the mention of the young maiden’s name, one where Jonathan realised to be a small hint of malice.

Jonathan was confused as Dio handed the letter over. What was going on? Jonathan knew he had to thread carefully, Dio was not one to trust. He had to have seen how Jonathan seemed to light up whenever Erina was around. Dio must be plotting a sabotage. What better way to ruin something other than using your own hands?

That must be what Dio was planning! Jonathan wasn’t going to allow for himself to be used like this. But Jonathan could not show Dio that he knew of his plans, or rather, a gist of it. Jonathan knew he had to be careful. Perhaps he should even let Erina know?

Jonathan took the letter from Dio and thanked him. Dio left shortly after, though the unsettling feeling he brought in had stayed. Jonathan simply could not allow Dio to foil the best thing he has right now. Dio had done enough damage. He was not going to allow Dio to destroy one of the finest things life had to offer to Jonathan.

Jonathan just had to figure out the best way to go about it. He needed to know just what Dio had planned too, so that he would not end up feeding into Dio’s plans. All Jonathan had to do was just to be careful and delicate, so that Dio would not suspect that he was up to something as well. He wondered if he should allow Erina to know about the devil that was Dio… He wanted her to at least know what kind of person Dio was so that she would be able to defend herself if she had to. Seeing or risking Erina in harm’s way was not one of the things Jonathan wanted to see in his lifetime.

“Pendleton?” Jonathan began as he reached the riverside, where he had agreed to meet Erina. He was not sure if she was alright with him calling her by her first name so he had decided to call her by her last name until she told him otherwise.

“Hi,” Erina greeted with the warmest smile that has ever graced humanity. “You’re here!”

It seemed to be a smile that Jonathan could get drunk on.

Perhaps it was the nervousness getting to them, but neither seemed to be bothered by the droplets slowly landing around them.

“Why did you ask me to come here?” Jonathan asked, trying to sound as normal as a gentleman could ever be.

“Well,” she began. Erina broke off the eye contact with Jonathan as her eyes drifted to view the scenery that was bestowed onto the land. “I have something to say.”

Jonathan felt as though heavens were welcomed to him. The hopeful grin that had surfaced on the most amazing face he had ever seen. Suddenly all hope had surfaced and lived inside of his mind. Before the news even left the angel that was Erina, Jonathan already felt as though he was the luckiest man to have ever graced the earth.

The rain continued to land as the two maintained their eye contact. Each anticipating the words that each other would spill. Droplets landing on their faces as the tension grew… their environment growing more moisturised as the silence continued…

“What… is it?” Jonathan asked, masking all of that anticipation that was boiling within him. It was taking all that he had to not break into a smile. “Would you like to head somewhere without rain?” Jonathan continued asking, taking off his overcoat and handing it over to the blonde lady standing before him, shielding her from the rain.

Erina flashed the shyest smile the earth had ever been graced with. Jonathan could not believe his eyes at such a breathtaking sight, he almost felt undeserving of the scene unfolding before him. What had he done to deserve such gold? She accepted the offer with a shy smile, but not before she said what she came to say.

“I think…” Erina began, unable to maintain the eye contact she had built with the boy standing before her. “I think I might… have some feelings… for you.”

Jonathan could not believe the way his ears had just been blessed. There was just no way this was true. There was no way he had just heard all of that. Did he deserve it? He wondered…

He must be looking like an idiot, grinning to himself before the girl he liked for so long. There was no way he was this lucky… right? He had to be dreaming, there was no way he would be this lucky.

‘I… uh… well…” Jonathan stammered. Poor boy, he was at such a loss for words. One can never be prepared enough for this situation. What was a boy to do in such a thing?

“I like you too,” Jonathan responded, breaking eye contact before sneaking a glance at Erina once again.

He could’ve sworn that he started melting as his eyes took in the sight of Erina’s smile. How was he this lucky? It felt as though he was already in heaven, without ever being there.

Suddenly all worries were washed from his mind, he had forgotten about all the warnings about Dio. All that was on his mind was the lady before him, the one who blessed his sight.

He could not fight the urge anymore, looking deep into the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen… The urge to close in and remove the undesirable gap between their lips… Jonathan’s eyes glanced over at Erina’s lips, before going back up to her eyes…

“Do I have the honour?” He asked

He watched as Erina’s cheeks suddenly flushed a bright pink, her eyes tearing away from his. “Yes… please,” she answered, her voice barely a whisper.

Jonathan could never forget how electrifying the kiss was. Underneath the rain, with the most beautiful piece of art he had ever been blessed to see. The most exquisite girl he ever saw. The sweetest, kindest girl to have ever walked the same path as he did. To feel her soft lips against his was a dream he never knew would happen. To experience heaven while never actually having to be there was not an experience he thought he’d ever have.

He hoped that in every other life he was in, Erina would always be by his side. He’d remind her of how lucky he was to be by her side. How beautiful she was. How he’d never get tired of looking at her. How he’d always want her and only her. How he’d love to wake up to her face every single day of his life. How his day would be incomplete without her. How the word love does not even come close to how he felt about her. How his love could only grow like a plant being offered water. How he’d be lost if she was gone…

That was how the most beautiful day in Jonathan’s life went, with the most breathtaking scenery standing right before him. It was indeed, heaven sent.

#fic writing #one shot #jjba #jjba part 1 #jjba one shot #jonathan joestar #erina pendleton #jonathan x erina #erina x jonathan #phantom blood #jjba phantom blood #jjba fluff #fluff #romance #if only they had more time with each other #i got bored and created this tbh

[moon-lv3r]

chainsaw man:

- one-shot

to be cared for (h.aki)

- scenarios

- ships/others

#moon lv3r masterlist #masterlist

[moon-lv3r]

to be cared for ~🦊

🦋 category: fluff, one-shot, gn!reader, sickfic

🦋 characters: aki, power and denji (minor appearance)

🦋 summary: in which you fell sick right after a mission

🦋 warnings: nil (does slight ooc count?)

🦋 notes: i proofread this a little (shocker !!)

here’s a short one-shot after disappearing for months… a lot has happened… life has been wild and shit. its crazy what happened tbh LMAO but i’m back !!! hopefully my writer’s block also left bc i actually struggled with finishing this because my brain was just DEAD. this was a draft from september 2023… IMAGINE THAT

“Hayakawa, I said I’m fine!” You began after Aki placed a hand on your forehead, sensing a fever emitting through your skin. He had noticed that you seemed to be having a hard time walking properly, prompting him to check to see if there was anything wrong with you.

He sighed and shook his head before answering, “Y/n you’re having a fever for goodness sake!” And he was right, there was something wrong with you.

Your body temperature.

“No I am not!” You protested, despite feeling the feverish temperature all over your body. You just wanted to let Aki know that you could handle yourself on your own.

It was just a fever, what was the worst that could happen? At most, you’d just suck it up and return home, seeing a doctor the next day if it still lingered. The sole problem was that your home was quite the distance away… A whole town away.

It was impossible to die from a fever, it's not like you were terminally ill or whatever… You could manage the distance…

It was just your body temperature rising, you could take care of yourself. What was the big deal?

Your legs suddenly felt weak and you could barely stand, almost falling into the arms of the man standing in front of you. He had a look of shock and worry spilling over every corner of his face. He just grabbed you awkwardly, hands fumbling about, not expecting the sudden situation. What was a man supposed to do in such a situation… All he could do was to help you stand, you could feel the embarrassment heating up your cheeks… Suddenly the pavements looked blurry… like there were lights shining from every direction, distorting every corner, making it look like there were angles overlapping.

“Just…” Aki began. “Just stay over at my place for tonight. I don’t think you can go home on your own like this.”

It was after a mission, one where you and Aki barely managed to complete as you suddenly felt unwell. The mission went on for hours, with the devil being evasive and you feeling sick throughout the entire ordeal. Which was why Hayakawa Aki decided to bring you back to his home as it just so happened to be nearby. Denji and Power were both already asleep by the time Aki returned with you. Your body had been drained, ever so drained. Drained of every energy and essence you had left. It was supposed to be a simple mission, one deemed as safe and only needed two people… Well look at how that went…

“I didn’t want to be an inconvenience,” You began as Aki placed your arm over him and began to carry you home slowly.

It was a good thing that his home was nearby. There was not much ground left to cover, so he wouldn’t have to carry you for long, especially after such a hectic day. Sounds of his free hand fumbling about his pockets for his keys… the jingles as he searched for the right one to open the door to his home… Slowly placing you over on the couch as it seemed to be the only available space that he could immediately find.

Aki paused as several thoughts ran through his mind, piquing your interest. “Perhaps I could sleep on the couch tonight…” He muttered. “This isn’t inconvenient or anything. It’s just for a day.”

You weakly got up to face him, frowning at the sudden words that your ears had just picked up, your eyes analysing the foreign environment to the best of their abilities. You were just co-workers, surely there was no need to do all of this… right? It was just a fever…

“I���ll be alright, Hayakawa,” You responded. He might not feel that way but you sure did. You just didn’t want to owe anyone anything. It felt like you owe someone a huge debt and you do not like that feeling. The sudden urge to return the favour was not a feeling that you enjoyed.

Aki didn’t seem to care about your response, instead, he continued with his actions. He was already beginning to make his bed more hospitable for someone like you. He was already moving some of his items out so that his room would accommodate your needs more. He did not have to do all of that, yet here he was.

“Seriously Hayakawa!” You began. “You don’t need to do all of these!”

“Denji and Power are sleeping,” Aki responded in a soft and gentle tone, while signalling for your volume to resemble that of a feather dropping. The sounds that both Denji and Power were producing during their sleep were the only things that could be heard.

You stopped responding after that and just let Aki do whatever he wanted. You did not have the energy to stop him anyway. The energy in you felt as though it was slowly being syphoned out of you, like there was some leech sucking away on the very essence you needed to even do basic functions. Your body began to slowly feel weaker as your vision destabilised. Perhaps Aki was right…

It had been hours since the both of you last ate as well. The mission had stolen dinner time away from the both of you. It was unfortunate. The growl of your stomach could be easily heard amidst Denji’s snoring. Aki could definitely differentiate between those two sounds as well, having his head turned to look into your eyes the moment his ears picked up on the message your stomach tried to scream.

“Sorry…” You uttered awkwardly as you laid down. Aki was already done arranging some of the items in his home to accommodate a guest.

“I think there should be some items that I can cook with,” Aki pondered, his words growing softer as his mind was riddled with memories of his own fridge, wondering away about how filled it was. Perhaps he could make the both of you a meal before resting for the day.

“Just…” You mumbled as the energy slowly left your body. You had never felt weaker. “Something… small and… make it quick.”

Aki nodded as his figure disappeared into his kitchen, leaving you laying on the couch, soaking in your weakness. Perhaps he was right, you wouldn’t be able to go home after all. Maybe you shouldn’t have tried to stop and protest when he insisted on taking care of you. Well its not like you could just go now, you were stuck in his home.

He didn’t strike you as the kind that would… care this much. He always seemed so nonchalant. It just didn’t seem like something he would do. Had he always been this nice? Perhaps you just never noticed… Watching as he focused his energy into making the midnight snack that your sick body long has yearned for ever since the mission. Something in you just felt… different. Foreign even.

All you could do was to stare in silence as the man before you began to busy himself. Sounds of slicing, dicing and boiling filled the air as you looked at his focused face. He always had that serious look, didn't he? You wondered if he had ever at least given himself time to relax and give the stoic face a rest. Did he even have other expressions? Suddenly you were interested in knowing more about your fellow colleague.

The once familiar high ponytail was now replaced by his hair down, reaching for his shoulders, slightly swaying as Aki focused on the task at hand. It was slightly odd, to see your fellow colleague out of the office. It was a sight that you could get used to though.

Denji and Power seemed to be sleeping soundly despite all of the noises filling the house. Even Meowy was obediently staying silently asleep. Suddenly everything was going so well, aside from your unwell body of course.

“Y/n,” Aki called out, carrying bowls and plates of his latest dishes one by one and placing it on the table in front of you. “Just eat slowly, it’s alright.”

“T… Thanks,” you uttered, suddenly feeling as unwell as ever. It felt like a needle was suddenly trying to pierce its way into your mind. The pain felt so sharp, and it felt like it was at one spot, but it also felt like it was all over your head. You just couldn’t focus at all, the pain seemed to be unbearable for you to even hold your head up properly.

“Are… you alright?” The man before you asked, the gaze of concern filling up his eyes.

You could only respond with a small nod, having little energy to respond. Though you managed to squeeze out the fact that your head currently felt like it could burst into bits of flesh any moment.

“Just have a bit of these first, slowly,” said Aki with a spoon in hand, ready to feed you if he had to.

You gently took the spoon from his hand and picked up the bowl of rice. You weren’t so weak that basic human tasks seemed treacherous to complete. You could still eat, maybe just not everything. Your appetite seemed far too sickly to consume the normal amount. You simply could not bring yourself to fill up your growling stomach. It didn’t go unnoticed by Aki of course, being the ever so attentive co-worker that he was.

“You don’t have to finish everything,” He said. “Just have a little bit.”

You did your best, slowly taking bites and swallowing whatever amount your stomach allowed you to. You couldn’t even force yourself to eat if you wanted to, you didn’t have the right amount of energy to do all everything that you have ever wanted.

Perhaps this was a result from all of those times you had overworked yourself beyond your limit. Maybe this was just your body’s way of begging for a break. You should really start taking proper care of yourself. When was the last time you had gotten a proper sleep? You could not remember. Maybe that was why your body chose to collapse, because you just needed the break.

Maybe your body torturing you was its own way of telling you that you needed a break. You have no choice but to abide. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to be unwell… It was nice being cared for… was it not?

Your eyes glanced over at Aki, the way he was slowly feeding you… You’ve never seen him this… caring… Were you hallucinating?

“Have the rest of the bowl,” said Aki as he placed the bowl and spoon before you, then he got up. “I am going to do something…” His voice trailed off, fading into the air as sounds of hinges vibrated in the air around you. He had just entered a room.

You slowly helped yourself to the meal that Aki had made for you. He was usually the silent and nonchalant type. No wonder he was suddenly gone just as you were eating… Maybe he wasn’t used to spoon feeding someone, like you were some child.

“When you’re ready, just sleep in this room,” Aki’s voice gently pierced your ears, letting you know of his offer.

“Thank… you,” you managed to utter. He didn’t respond.

The bowl remained at half full, you could not bring yourself to finish the remaining half. You tried, you really tried. Not wanting to waste a single bit of Aki’s efforts, you tried to finish it all, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to take another bite. It seemed as though your body was suddenly sick of something else. This wasn’t good, you felt bad. He was trying to care for you here, yet your body was barely cooperating with anything. How’d you let yourself get so weak after a tough mission? How could your body give up on you just like that?

You slowly got up, to dump the wasted effort of Aki’s cooking and to wash the utensils. You were still a guest, there was no way you would just leave dirty dishes hanging, no matter how sick you were. It was basic manners.

“Y/n?” The closeness of Aki’s voice almost shocked you. He was right behind you, looking as you washed the dishes, before pushing you away and finishing the work. “Could’ve asked me to do it for you,” he said.

“I know how to do dishes,” you responded. “Just because I am sick doesn’t mean I am suddenly handicapped.”

Aki nodded, finally letting you be, and headed back into his own room.

It felt as though you had suddenly been reduced to that of a porcelain doll. Ever so fragile, so breakable that one mustn’t treat it with any malicious intent. Suddenly you became something that had to be treated with the most care anyone can give. All you had was just a fever…

Was it a good feeling? You could not tell. Did you enjoy being treated like a fragile doll that could break any moment? Was it nice, suddenly receiving such care? Perhaps you should enjoy it while it lasts…

Once you were done with everything, you headed into the room in which Aki prepared for you. It was neatly arranged. It had taken you a while to realise that it was his room, considering the fact that you just walked in on him still arranging it.

“Just uh, rest here for now,” Aki muttered as he heard your footsteps, turning to face you. “Take the medications by the bed, its for your headache.”

You nodded, slowly allowing yourself to adjust to the foreign surroundings that felt… so familiar and calming. You wonder why…

Nevertheless, you closed your eyes, trying to get as much sleep as you could milk out of this stupid sickness. Your body was tired… ever so tired… Your head hurts…

Why was it hard to fall asleep? Why was it hard for your mind to finally rest? Why does your body hate you so much? It was stupid…

As your eyes slowly closed, your muscles relaxed, you could make out a faint figure standing in front of you. Strands of shoulder length hair tickle your face as you finally found the energy to rest. The feeling of a blanket slowly moving to cover your body…

Throughout the silent night, you remained blissfully unaware of the hardworking man by your bed, working to get your temperature back down to normal. Who knew taking care of someone with a fever could be so tiring?

Aki changed the towel resting on your forehead every once in a while, the moment it lost the ability to cool your body due to gaining too much heat. It seems as though he was sacrificing his rest to ensure that your body got all of the rest you deserved.

The silent night was deafening for him, why was he doing so much? He had begun to question himself. What was he up to now?

The stars sparked at each and every one of his thoughts, leaving him wondering about his actions and the sick person before him. What would Denji and Power say of this? What was going to happen?

What would the others say of this? Makima… Himeno… What would they think?

As the night went on, Aki soon found that time was slowly draining his energy as well. He was too, a human, and he too, needed rest. No human can go on without any rest at all. He could not collapse onto his bed for a rest when you had already stolen it from him.

The sun rays found its way into his home, spilling its way onto the floor as noises filled the corners. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out the causes.

Denji and Power.

They had found you, and Aki resting his head on his own bed, sitting down beside it.

“What’s Topknot doing not sleeping on his own bed?” Power wondered, confused at the foreign sight. She frowned even more as she recognised the person sleeping on Aki’s bed. Someone she had worked with, unwillingly, on multiple occasions.

You.

“Ah! He has got himself a partner! Maybe he is planning on kicking us out soon!” Denji replied. Perhaps it was the morning, or maybe that he was just plain dumb, for not being able to recognise you.

And with a little bit of back and forth between two mindless individuals. Somehow the agreement of removing both you and Aki from the room was agreed upon. Never allow those two to plan something. At least, at some point, Denji finally came to the realisation of your identity as a fellow co-worker, and not some random stranger Aki decided to bring back to his home.

Perhaps it was the morning, so maybe that was why their brains were not fully functioning. But they did try out their idea of kicking the both of you out, though the only outcome was that Aki had woken up and saw the scene that was slowly unfolding. He wasn’t even surprised, just sighed and brushed the incident off while explaining the truth.

The smell of Aki’s morning smoke filled the air as he began to prepare himself for the day, he can never begin a day without his cigarettes. It was rare for him to get peace now that he has tenants in his home. Denji and Power were being quieter, discussing what you and Aki could be doing together like they were a bunch of gossipers. At least they decided to be quieter now.

It had taken you a few more minutes before being able to open your eyes and adjust your body to the new day shining upon you and your sick body. There Denji and Power stood, acting like your maids and waiting for your command. You could not have known of their earlier antics, nor would you have even realised that this was their punishment. What on earth happened while you were knocked out and recovering?

“Since when are the both of you so… obedient?” You asked, trying to adjust your eyes to the light as your body felt better compared to the previous night. You could finally function as a human again. The throbbing pain that lived in your head finally got evicted by the medications Aki gave you, though you still felt slightly light-headed.

“Topknot made us,” Power replied, appearing annoyed by what she was made to do. You laughed while getting up and exiting the room, only to be greeted by the sight of the man with his hair down and making breakfast for everyone.

“I take it that I will be able to leave by the afternoon?” You said, leaning against the door frame, watching as the raw food became edible. “I feel much better compared to last night.”

“Don’t blame me if you feel sick again while on the way home,” Aki responded. “Buyt you do look better.”

Denji and Power exchanged glances as the scene unfolded before them, a sudden possible realisation dawned in their synced minds. “Don’t tell me that you’re planning on asking us to walk Y/n home!” Denji shouted.

“That’s a great idea actually,” You replied, before heading to the toilet to wash up for the day. Soon, you walked over to the couch and took a seat, where you had been the night before, as sick as a dying old man.

“Hayakawa, you done yet?” You asked, trying to sneak a glance at him, only to see him walking over with plates on hand.

Aki was a great cook, and the breakfast proved it. A pity you were too sick the night before to try out everything that he made. But hey at least you got someone to cook and take care of you…

Well well… wasn’t it fun, being sick by Aki’s side.

#chainsaw man #aki hayawaka #hayakawa aki #sickfic #csm fic #one shot #i think my brain is cooked #LMAOOOOOO #this turned out better than i thought look #hopefully my writer’s block is gone now #pls pls #i love aki #sm #aki x reader