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đ˝đđ đđžđđđđ. đđžđđđş đđşđ đđ đđđđ
đž đđžđşđđ!! đ đđđđ
đ˝ đđđđž đđđđđđşđđđ đđđđ đđ đđžđž đđđ đđđđ
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â° đ°đľđŽđżđŽđ°đđ˛đżđ: đđđđđ, đđžđđđđđ, đđşđťđđđ, & đđşđđžđđ đ đđ! đ/đ
â° đđŽđżđťđśđťđ´đ: đđđđž! đđđđ đđžđđđđđđ đđż đđđđđ đđđđđđđžđ
â° đŽđđđľđźđżđ đťđźđđ˛: đđ đżđđđđ đđđđž đđđđđđđ đđşđťđđđ,, đđ đđđđđ đđż đđđžđ'đđž đđđź! đ đđđđđđđž đ đđđ
đ
đđžđ đťđžđđđžđ đđđđ đđđđž. đđ
đžđşđđž đžđđđđ! âĄ
- GIYUU
â° đđđđđ'đ đžđđđđžđđđđđ đđđđđđ đđ đđđž đđż đđđđđđđđž đđđžđ đđđ đđşđ˝ đđžđđđđđşđ
đ
đ đđžđđđžđđđžđ˝ đđđ đđ đđžđşđźđ đđđ đđđ đđ đ˝đžđżđžđđ˝ đđđđđđžđ
đż.
â° đşđ đżđđđđ, đşđ đşđťđđđ˝đşđđźđž đđż đđđžđđđđđđ đđşđđ đđđžđ đđđ đđđđ˝ đşđ đđž đźđđđđđđđžđ đđ đđđşđđž đşđ đđđ đđđđ đđđ˝đž đžđđžđ; đđşđ đđđžđđž đş đđžđşđđđ đđđ đđžđđž đ˝đžđđđžđđşđđž đđ đ
đžđşđđ đđžđ
đż đ˝đžđżđžđđđž? đđşđđťđž đđđžđđž đđşđ đş đ˝đşđđđžđ đ
đđđđđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđđ đźđđđđžđ đđđşđ đđž đźđđđ
đ˝đ'đ đđžđđđž? đđ đđđ˝, đđžđđž đđđ đđ đ˝đşđđđžđ? đđ đđžđđđşđđ đđđ đđđđđđđ đđž đđşđđ'đ đđđđđđ đžđđđđđ đđ đđđđžđ
đ˝ đđđ đżđđđ đđđž đđđ˝đžđđ
đđđđ đđşđđşđđ˝đ đđşđđđđđ đđ đđđđżđşđźđž đşđ đşđđ đđžđźđđđ˝..
â° đđđ đđđđžđ˝đđşđđžđ
đ đđžđđđžđ˝ đđđđ đťđđđżđđđžđđ˝đ đđđžđşđđđđžđđ, đđđđđđđ đđđżđđ
đ đşđ đđđ đđđđđ. đđđđ đş đđđđ
đž, đđđ đđžđđđ
đ đđđ đđ đđđž đđ
đžđžđđž đđż đđđ đđşđđđ, đđđđ˝đ đđż đđžđşđđđđđşđđźđž đđđđ
đ
đđđ đżđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ, "đđđđđđđş, đđ đđşđ đđđđđđđ đđ đ˝đ đđđđ đđđ. đ đđđđđđđž đđđ đżđđ đđ đťđžđđžđżđđ đđđđ đđ đźđşđđž đđđž đđžđžđ˝ đşđđđđžđ."
â° đđž đżđ
đđđđžđ đđ đžđđťđşđđşđđđđžđđ đđđđ đđžđđđđđ đźđşđđđđ, đđđđđ
đ đđđ˝đ˝đđđ đşđ đđđđ đđđđ˝đ. đđđđđđ đş đđđđđ
đž đşđđđžđžđđžđđ đ
đžđżđ đđđ đ
đđđ, đđđ đżđžđ
đ đđđ đđđđđ
đ˝đžđđ đđžđ
đşđ đđđđ đđđđ đđžđşđđđđđđ, đđđđđđđ đđž đżđžđ
đ đđđźđ đťđžđđđžđ đşđťđđđ đđđž đđđđđşđđđđ.
â° đşđ đđžđ đđđđ đđžđđđžđđ, đđž đđžđşđźđđžđ đđđ đđ đđđž đťđžđđ đđż đđđ đşđťđđ
đđđ, đđđđđđ đđžđ đđđ đđđž đđđžđşđđžđđ đşđ đ˝đđđđ đđ. đđž đ
đžđđ˝đ đđđ đđđž đđż đđđ đđ
đ˝đžđ đđđđđ˝đ đđ đťđđđđđđ đđđž đżđđđ đđđđžđđđž đđ đđđđžđđđžđđž đžđ
đđž đđ đđžđ đđđ đđđşđđđžđ˝.
â° đđžđ đş đđžđđđ
đž đşđđ˝ đđşđđđžđđ đđžđşđźđđžđ đđđ đđđđžđđ
đ đźđđđđžđźđđ đđđđ đđđđđşđđžđ đşđđ˝ đđđđžđ đđđ đşđ˝đđđźđž, đđđđđ
đ đđđđđşđ
đ
đ, đđ đđđ đđ đđđđđđđž. đđđđđ đđ đđđžđşđ đşđ đđťđđžđđđđđ, đđ đđžđ đđđđźđ đđ đđđźđ đđ đđđđ đđđđžđđđđđ đşđđ˝ đđžđşđđđžđđđžđ, đđđđźđ đđđđ˝đžđ đđđ đđ đđđđ
đ
đ đđž đđđđđ
đ˝ đżđđźđđ đđ đđ đťđžđđđžđ đđđđ đđđşđđđđđ.
â° đ˝đđžđđđ đđşđđž đđđž đđžđşđđ đđ đťđž đđşđđđ đđ đđđ, đđ đđđđđđđđ đđđ đđđđ đđđž đđđđžđđđđđ đđ đđşđđ đşđđ˝ đđžđđ˝đđđ đđđşđđđđ đđđđ˝đ đđđđ đđşđ đđ đđđ đđż đđđž đđđđ˝đđ. đ˝đžđđđđđž đđđşđ, đđž đşđ
đđ đ˝đđžđđđ đđşđđž đđđž đđđđ đđ đ
đđž đđ đđđđ đżđşđźđž, đđ đđž'đ
đ
đđžđ
đ
đđđ đđđž đđđđđ đđ đđđž đđžđđđ
đžđđ đđşđ đđđđđđťđ
đž, đđđđđđ đđ đ˝đđžđ đźđđđž đđđ đş đ
đđđđ
đž đťđ
đđđ đşđ đđđđžđ.
â° đđđžđ đđđ đ˝đ đ
đžđşđđ đş đ˝đžđźđžđđ đşđđđđđ, đđđ đđđşđđ đđđđ đťđđđżđđđžđđ˝ đđđđ đş đđđđ, đşđťđđđ
đđđžđ
đ đđđşđđžđżđđ
đđđşđ đđž đđžđđ đđđđđđđ đđđž đđđđđťđ
đž đđ đđžđşđźđ đđđ, "đľđŠđ˘đŻđŹ đşđ°đś, đľđ°đŽđŞđ°đŹđ˘! đŞđ´ đľđŠđŚđłđŚ đ˘đŻđş đ¸đ˘đş đŞ đ¤đ˘đŻ đłđŚđąđ˘đş đşđ°đś?"
â° đđž đđđşđđ đđđ
đžđđ đżđđ đş đđžđźđđđ˝, đđđşđđđđ đ˝đđđ đşđ đđđ đđđđ đđđđđđđđž đťđđ đđđđ đđ
đşđźđžđ đş đđşđđ˝ đđ đđđđ đđžđşđ˝, đđđ đđđđźđž đđđ đđđżđ, "đŤđśđ´đľ đľđ˘đŹđŚ đ¤đ˘đłđŚ đ°đ§ đşđ°đśđłđ´đŚđđ§. đşđ°đśđł đŠđŚđ˘đđľđŠ đ˘đŻđĽ đ´đ˘đ§đŚđľđş đŞđ´ đŞđŽđąđ°đłđľđ˘đŻđľ," đđž đđşđđđžđ đżđđ đş đđđđžđđ, đş đđđşđ
đ
đťđ
đđđ đ˝đđđđđđ đđđ đźđđžđžđđ, "đŚđ´đąđŚđ¤đŞđ˘đđđş đľđ° đŽđŚ."
â° đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ đđđ˝đžđ đđđđ đđžđşđđđđ đđđ đđđđ˝đ đşđđ˝ đđđđđđđ đđžđđđđşđđđđ, đđđ đđşđđž đđđ đđşđđ˝ đđ đđđđđ, đđşđđđđ đđđ đđžđşđđ đđđđ đş đťđžđşđ, "đŞ đąđłđ°đŽđŞđ´đŚ!" đđž đđžđđđđđ˝đ đđđđ đş đđđđđ
đž đđđ đđ đđžđđđđ, đťđđ đđđ đ˝đđđ đđđđ đđđž đđşđ đđđ đđđđđ đđşđđ˝ đđđşđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđđđ đđžđđđ
đ, đş đđđşđ
đ
đđđđ
��� đźđđđđđđđ đđđ đđđđşđ
đđđđđź đżđžđşđđđđžđ.
- SABITO
â° đđž'đ đđđđžđđđşđ đđđžđ đđ đđđž đđ˝đžđş đđż đđđ đ
đžđşđđđđđ đđđ đđ đżđđđđ, đťđđ đđđžđżđžđđ đđđ đđđşđ đđđ đđż đ˝đşđđđžđ đşđđ˝ đđđđđ đđ đđđ đđ đđşđđ˝đ
đž đđ. đđşđťđđđ đđ đş đ
đđđđ
đž đđşđđđ đşđ đżđđđđ đşđťđđđ đđ, đźđ
đşđđđđđ đđđşđ đđđ đđđđ
đ˝đ'đ đťđž đşđťđ
đž đđşđđ˝đ
đž đđđźđ đđđđđťđ
đž đđ đđđđžđ đđ đźđđşđđđž đđđđ đđđđ˝.
â° đđđđ đžđđđđđ, đđđ đ
đžđşđđ đđđşđ đđž đđşđ đđđđđ
đ đżđžđşđđżđđ
đżđđ đđđđ đđžđ
đ
-đťđžđđđ, đđžđđđđżđ���đ˝ đşđ đđđž đđđđđđđ đđż đđđ đđđđđđđ đđđđ đ˝đşđđđžđ đđđşđ đźđđđ
đ˝ đđşđđž đđđ đşđđşđ đżđđđ đđđ. đžđđžđđđđşđ
đ
đ, đđđđ đş đ
đđđđ
đž đźđđđđđđźđđđ đşđđ˝ đđđşđ đđđžđžđ đđđđ
đž đđž đźđşđđ đđžđžđ đđ đ˝đžđđ, đđž đđşđđđ đđ đđ đđđž đđ˝đžđş, đżđđđ˝đđđ đźđđđżđđđ đđ đđđž đđđđđ
đžđ˝đđž đđđşđ đđđ'đ
đ
đťđž đđşđżđž đžđđžđ đđż đđž đđşđ đş đđđđđđşđđ˝ đđđ
đžđ đşđđşđ đżđđđ đđđ.
â° đđđžđ đđž đ˝đđžđ đşđđđžđž, đđđ đşđ
đđđđ đđđđ đđđ đđşđ˝đ'đ đťđđđđđđ đđ đđđž đđđđđžđđđđđ đđ đđđž đżđđđđ đđ
đşđźđž. đđđđđđ đđşđťđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđžđ đđşđ
đż, đđđ đđ đđđđşđ
đ
đ đđđđ˝ đşđđ˝ đ
đđđđđ, đş đ˝đđżđżđžđđžđđ đđđ˝đž đđż đđđ đşđđđžđşđđ, đđđž đżđđ
đ
đđż đđđđđ
đžđđđđžđđ đđđ đđşđđž đđžđđžđ đđžđžđ.
â° đđđđ
đž đđž đ˝đđžđđđ đđđžđđđđđ đđđ đđ đđđž đťđđđž, đđž đđ đđđđşđđžđ
đ đđđđđźđ đđđđ đđđ đđđşđđđđđ, đđđđđđđđ đđđ đđđđ đžđđžđđ đżđ
đşđ đđđşđ đźđđđ
đ˝ đđđđžđđđđşđ
đ
đ đđđ đđđ đđ đş đ˝đşđđđžđđđđ đđđđđşđđđđ. đđđđđđ đđž đđđđžđ đđ đ
đşđ đđ đ˝đđđ đşđ đđđđ˝ đşđ đđž đźđşđ, đđ đźđđđžđ đđđ đşđ đđşđđđ đşđđ˝ đşđ
đđđđ đđđ˝đž. đđđ đđđđ đ˝đžđžđ đ˝đđđ đđđşđ đđđ đđđđžđđđđđđ đşđđž đđžđ
đ
; "(đş/đŻ), đŞđ§ đşđ°đś đŹđŚđŚđą đľđŠđ˘đľ đŠđ˘đŁđŞđľ, đşđ°đś đ¸đ°đŻ'đľ đđ˘đ´đľ đ˘ đ´đŚđ¤đ°đŻđĽ đŞđŻ đŁđ˘đľđľđđŚ. đŁđŚ đ§đ°đ¤đśđ´đŚđĽ đ°đł đşđ°đśđđ đ¨đŚđľ đşđ°đśđłđ´đŚđđ§ đŹđŞđđđŚđĽ."
â° đđđđ
đž đđž đđşđ đđ đđžđđđđşđđđđ đđ đđđđźđ đ˝đđđ đşđđđđđž đđđ đđđşđđđ đđđ˝đžđ đđđ đđđđ, đđž đ˝đđžđ đđđ
đ˝ đťđşđźđ đđđđ đş đ
đđđđ
đž đżđđ đđđđ đđşđđž, đđđ đđşđđđđđ đđ đđđđđđž đđđ đđžđđđđťđ
đ. đđžđđşđđ˝đ
đžđđ đđż đđđ đđžđđźđ, đđđ đđđđđđ đ˝đžđżđđđđđžđ
đ đ˝đ đđđđ đşđđ˝ đđđ đşđđşđđđđ đşđđđ
đđđ đđşđđžđ đđ đşđ
đđđđ đ˝đđżđżđđźđđ
đ đđ đđžđşđźđ đđđ đđđđ
đ
.
â° đđđ đťđžđ
đđžđđž đđđşđ đđđ'đđž đđđ đđđđđđđđđ đşđ đżđđđđ đ˝đđž đđ đşđ
đ
đđđž đđđžđđđđđđđđđ, đťđđ đđđžđ đđşđťđđđ đđžđđđ đş đđşđđ˝ đđ đđđ đđż đđđđ đđžđşđ˝, đş đđđşđ
đ
, đđžđ đđđđđ˝ đđđđ
đž đđ
đşđđđžđđđđ đđđ đżđşđźđž, đşđ
đ
đđđđ đ˝đđđťđđ đđđđźđđ
đ đđşđđ đşđđşđ đđđđ đđžđžđđđ đđđşđ đżđşđđđ
đđşđ đđđđ˝đđžđđ; "đľđŠđŚđłđŚđ´ đ´đľđŞđđ đ˘ đđ°đľ đŽđ°đłđŚ đľđ° đŁđŚ đĽđ°đŻđŚ, đŁđśđľ đşđ°đś'đłđŚ đĽđ°đŞđŻđ¨ đ¸đŚđđ." đđđđ đžđđžđ đşđ
đđđđ đđžđ
đ
đđđđ đđžđşđđ đşđ đđđ đđđđźđž đđđđđ đđđżđ, "đŞđŽ đąđłđ°đśđĽ đ°đ§ đşđ°đś, đľđłđśđđş."
â° đżđđđ đđđžđđž, đđđđđž đşđđşđđž đđđşđ đđđ đđđđđđ đđźđđžđ˝đđ
đž đşđđ˝ đžđđ˝đ
đžđđ đźđđđđžđđđ đđžđđž đđđ
đ đžđđđđđşđđ đđ đžđđđđđž đđđşđ đđđ đđđžđ đđđ đđ đđđđđžđđ
đ đ˝đžđżđžđđ˝ đđđđđđžđ
đż đđż đđ đžđđžđ đźđşđđž đđ đđđž đđđđđşđđđđ đđđžđđž đđđ đđžđđđžđ˝ đ˝đşđđđžđ đđžđşđđťđ. đđ đđđž đžđđ˝, đđşđťđđđ đđşđđđ đđ đđşđđž đđđđž đđž'đ đđžđşđźđđđđ đđđ đđđž đđđđđžđ đđşđ đđ đżđđđđ đşđđ˝ đđđđđđđ đđđ đđđž đđžđşđ
đđđ đđż đđđž đđđđđşđđđđ đđ đđđđž đđđ đđđž đđ˝đžđş đđđşđ đđđž đđđđ
đ˝ đđđđđ đđ đđžđđźđ đżđđ đşđđđđđž-- đđđ đžđđžđ đđ đđđ đđđđžđ đđşđ
đż, đđđ đđž đđşđđđžđ˝ đđ đđđđđžđźđ đżđđ đđđž đžđđžđđđđđ đđż đđđ đ
đđżđž.
- RENGOKU
â° đđ đđžđđđž đđż đ˝đđđťđ đđ đ��đđ˝ đđż đ˝đžđđđşđ
đżđđđ đđđđ đđşđ! đđż đđđ đđşđ đđđ đđşđđ đđ đ
đžđşđđ đđđ đđ đżđđđđ, đđđ đťđžđđ đťđžđ đđđşđ đđž đđđ
đ
đťđž đđđđđđđ đđ đđđ đżđžđžđ, đđđđđđđ đđđ đđ đđđž đđđşđđđđđ đđđđđđ˝đ đşđ
đđđđ đđđđžđ˝đđşđđžđ
đ đşđ đş đťđđ đđđđ đżđđđđ đđ đđđ đżđşđźđž. đđż đşđđđđđž đźđđđ
đ˝ đ
đžđşđđ đđđ đđ đ˝đžđżđžđđ˝ đđđžđđđžđ
đđžđ, đđđ đđđđ
đ˝ đđđ đťđž đđđž đžđđźđžđđđđđ?
â° đđž đđđşđđđ đđżđż đđđđ đş đťđđđđžđ đşđ đżđđđđ đđ đđžđ
đ đđđ đşđ˝đđđđ đđ đđđž đđđđ đşđđ˝ đđžđđđđ đđż đđ. đđđđđđđđ đđđşđđđđđ đđđđ
đ˝ đťđž đžđşđđ đđ đđđđ đťđđ˝đ đşđ đżđđđđ, đťđđ đđđđ
đ˝ đźđđđžđ đđđž đžđđđžđđđđşđ
đđđđ
đ
đ đđžđžđ˝đžđ˝ đđ đđžđ
đ đđžđ đđđ đđ đđđž đđđđđ đđđşđźđ đđ đđđźđźđžđđ; đżđđđ, đđđđđđ, đťđşđ
đşđđźđž, đžđđź. đđ
đđđ
đ, đđž đđđđ
đ˝ đťđžđđđ đđ đđđđđ đđ đş đđžđşđ
đđđđđ˝, đđşđđđđđ đđ đżđşđđđ
đđşđđđđž đđđ đđđđ đđ đşđ đđđđ đşđ đđđđđđťđ
đž.
â° đđđđđđđ đ
đđđžđ đđ đżđđźđđ đđ đđđž đťđşđđđźđ đżđđ đş đ
đđđ đđđđ
đž, đ˝đžđžđđđđ đđ đžđđđđžđđžđ
đ đđžđźđžđđđşđđ đđ đđşđđđžđ đđ đđđ˝đžđ đđ đđđđž đđ đđđž đđžđđ đ
đžđđžđ
. đđž đťđžđ
đđžđđžđ đđđşđ đđđ đžđşđđđžđ đđ đ
đžđşđđ đđđđžđ đđđđ
đ
đ đđđźđž đđđ đđşđđž đđđž đťđşđđđźđ đ˝đđđ
đ
đžđ˝ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđ˝.
â° đđžđđşđđ˝đ
đžđđ đđż đđđđ đđşđźđž, đđž đđ đđđźđđžđ˝đđťđ
đ đđşđđđžđđ đđđžđ đđžđşđźđđđđ đđđ. đđ đđşđđđžđ đđđ đđşđđ đđđđđşđđžđ đđđ đđşđđž, đđž đđđ
đ
đŁđđŤđđ§ đ
đşđđ đđđ đđ đđđ đđđ đđşđđž đđžđźđđđ˝ đđđđđđđđ đşđťđđđ đđşđđđđ đđđ đđđ˝đžđ đđđ đđđđ. đđž đđžđđ˝đ đş đđşđđ đđđđ
đž đđđđ đđşđ đđđžđđžđđžđ đđđ đżđđđ˝ đđđđđđžđ
đż đ˝đđžđşđ˝đđđ đđđžđ đş đđ
đđ-đđ; "đĽđ° đŻđ°đľ đ¸đ°đłđłđş, đľđŠđŚđłđŚ đŞđ´ đŻđ° đ´đśđ¤đ¤đŚđ´đ´ đ¸đŞđľđŠđ°đśđľ đ§đ˘đŞđđśđłđŚ, đŽđş đ´đśđŻđ´đŠđŞđŻđŚ!"
â° đđ đşđ˝đ˝ đđ, đđđđđđđ đđ đđžđđ đđđđđđđđđđž! đđđ đżđđđ˝ đđ đşđ
đđđđ đđđđđđđđťđ
đž đđ đ˝đđđťđ đđđđđđžđ
đż đđ đđşđđž đđđđđđđđ đđż đđđđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđžđđđž đşđ đđđđđđđđž đşđ đđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđ. đđđžđđžđ đđđ đş đđđđđđž đđđşđ đđđžđ đťđ đđđžđđž đđž đ˝đđžđđđ đđžđđ˝ đş đźđđđđ
đđđžđđ đđđđşđđ˝đ đđđđ đ˝đđđžđźđđđđ. đđ đđđđ
đ đđđđđđşđđžđ đđđ đđ đ˝đ đťđžđđđžđ đđžđđ đđđđž đşđđđđđ˝, đžđşđđžđ đđ đđđđđşđđ đđđ đžđđđžđźđđşđđđđđ; "đŽđ˘đ¨đŻđŞđ§đŞđ¤đŚđŻđľ đ´đ¸đŞđŻđ¨, (đş/đŻ)! đşđ°đśđłđŚ đ˘ đŻđ˘đľđśđłđ˘đ đ˘đľ đľđŠđŞđ´!"
â° đđž'đ˝ đşđ
đđ đťđž đđđđđđđđđđž đđż đđđ đźđđđđđž đđđ đđ đźđđđđđđđž đđđđ đđđđ đđžđđđžđđ. đđđđ đş đ
đđđđđ đđđ đşđđ˝ đş đđđżđ đđđđ đđ đđđđ đżđđđžđđžđşđ˝, đđž'đ˝ đđđđđđžđ đđđžđžđ đžđđźđđđđşđđžđđžđđđ, đžđ
đđđđđşđđđđ đşđđ đżđžđžđ
đđđ đđż đżđşđđ
đđđž đđ đđđşđđž đđ đđđđ đđşđđ; "đŞđŽ đąđłđ°đśđĽ đ°đ§ đşđ°đś, đłđŚđ¨đ˘đłđĽđđŚđ´đ´. đľđ° đľđ˘đŹđŚ đ´đśđ¤đŠ đ˘đŻ đŞđŻđŞđľđŞđ˘đľđŞđˇđŚ đŞđ´ đŚđšđľđłđŚđŽđŚđđş đŁđłđ˘đˇđŚ đ°đŻ đŞđľđ´ đ°đ¸đŻ, đŽđş đ´đśđŻđ´đŠđŞđŻđŚ!"
â° đşđżđđžđ đđđşđźđđđźđžđ, đžđđđžđźđ đđ đđžđźđžđđđž đ
đđđ đđż đđđđđžđ đşđđ˝ đđđžđžđ đźđđđđžđđđ đşđ đş đđžđđşđđ˝ đżđđ đşđ
đ
đđđđ đđşđđ˝ đđđđ! đđđ đťđđđ đđżđđžđ đžđşđ đđđđžđđđžđ, đđđžđđđžđ đđ đş đđžđđđşđđđşđđ đđžđşđđťđ đđ đđđđ đđđđžđđşđ˝đž đżđđđ˝, đđ đđžđđ
đžđđđđ đşđ
đ
đđđđ đ
đđđ đžđđžđđđ. đđđ đđđđ
đž đşđ đđđ đđşđđźđ đđđđ đđđđžđ đđşđ
đż đžđđđđ đđđ đżđđđ˝ đ
đđđ˝đ
đ, đđđ
đžđđđ
đ đđđşđđđđđ đđđž đđđ˝đ đżđđ đđžđđ˝đđđ đđđđžđđđž đşđ đşđđşđđđđ đşđ đđđđđđđ đđđđ đđşđ.
- SANEMI
â° đđ đşđ
đđ đşđđđđđžđ đđžđđđđ đđđ đđđžđżđžđđ đđđđđžđźđđđđ đđđ đżđđđ đşđđ đđşđđ, đđđđđđ đđž đ˝đđžđđđ đđşđ đđ đđđ đ
đđđ˝. đ˝đđžđđđ đđžđşđ
đ
đ đđđ đđ đđđźđ đđż đş đżđđđđ đđđđđđ, đđđđđđ đđ đźđđđđđđźđž đđđđđžđ
đż đđđşđ đđ đđđđ
đ˝đđ đđđđ đđ đđžđşđźđ đđđ đ´đ°đŽđŚ đđđđ˝ đđż đđžđ
đż đ˝đžđżđžđđđž đżđđ đđđđ đđşđżđžđđ. đđşđđžđđ đşđđđžđžđ, đťđđ đđđ đ˝đđ'đ đđđđ đđđž đźđđđ
đ˝đđđ đđđżđż đđđşđ đžđđźđşđđžđ đđđ đ
đđđ đđđžđ đđž đ˝đđžđ, "đđđşđđžđđžđ đđđ đđşđđ."
â° đđžđ đđđđž đđż đşđ đđťđđžđđđžđ, đđđđđđ đ˝đđđ đđđđ đđžđşđ đđđđđđ đđđžđ đđđđžđđđđđ. đťđžđźđşđđđž đđż đđđđ, đđž đźđşđ đđžđ đđđđžđđđşđ đđžđşđ đđđžđ đđđđđđđđ đđđ đđşđđ˝ đđžđşđđđžđđđžđ; "đşđ°đśđł đ§đ°đłđŽ đŞđ´ đľđŚđłđłđŞđŁđđŚ, đşđ°đśđłđŚ đ˘đ´đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đľđ° đ¨đŚđľ đŹđŻđ°đ¤đŹđŚđĽ đ°đśđľ đ˘đľ đľđŠđŞđ´ đąđ°đŞđŻđľ."
â° đ˝đžđđđđđž đđđşđ, đđşđđžđđ đ˝đđžđđđ đ
đžđşđđž đđđđđ
đđ đşđ đđ đđ -- đđž đđżđżđžđđ đđđđ đşđđ˝ đşđ˝đđđźđž đđ đđđ đđ đđđžđđźđđđž đžđşđźđ đżđ
đşđ đđđ đđşđ đđşđđťđđ đ˝đđđđđ đđđđ đđđđž đđż đđđşđđđđđ. đđđđđđđđđđđ
đ, đđžđ đđđđđž đđşđ
đžđđđžđ˝ đşđ đđžđşđźđđđđ đťđđđ đđđđđđźđşđ
đ
đ đşđđ˝ đđžđđťđşđ
đ
đ, đđ đđđ đş đ
đđ đžđşđđđžđ đđ đ
đžđşđđ đđđ˝đžđ đđđ đźđşđđž.
â° đđđđžđđžđ, đđž đ˝đđžđ đđžđ đş đ
đđđđ
đž đźđşđđđđžđ˝ đşđđşđ đđđžđ đđđşđđđđđ đđ đđđđđđźđşđ
đđžđđđ, đđđđžđđđđžđ đżđđđđžđđđđđ đđđ đđđđžđđđđ. đđşđđžđđ đđşđ đşđźđźđđ˝đžđđđşđ
đ
đ đđđđđđž đş đ
đđđđ
đž đđđ đđşđđ˝ đżđđ đźđđđżđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđ đđşđđ đđđđ đ
đđđđđ. đđđđđž đşđđşđđž đđđşđ đđž đ˝đđžđđđ đđžđşđ đđ, đžđđđžđźđđşđ
đ
đ đđđžđ đş đ
đđđ đđż đđđđđđ đźđđđđđžđ đđđ đżđžđşđđđđžđ đżđđ đş đđžđđž đđžđźđđđ˝, đđđđđşđđđ
đ đđđđđđđ đťđ đđđđ đđđ˝đž, đđđđđđ đđž đđđđžđ đđ đđşđđž đđđž đđđđžđđđşđ
đđşđđđź đťđđťđťđ
đđđ đđ đđđ đźđđžđđ; "đ´đŠđŞđľ, đ´đ°đłđłđş. đ˘đłđŚ đşđ°đś đ˘đŁđđŚ đľđ° đ´đľđ˘đŻđĽ?"
â° đťđžđźđşđđđž đđż đđđ đđťđđžđđđşđđ đşđđđđđđ˝đž, đđž đźđşđ đđđđźđđ
đ đźđşđđźđ đđđž đđđđžđźđđđđđ đžđđđđđđđ đđżđż đđż đđđ, đđ đđđ˝đđđ đđ đđ đşđ
đđđđ đżđđđđ
đž. đđ đđžđđđ
đ, đđž đşđđđžđđđđ đđ đđžđşđđ���đđž đđđ đđ đđđž đđđ
đ đđşđ đđž đđđđđ đđđ đđ đşđ đđž đżđşđźđžđ đşđđşđ đżđđđ đđđ, đđđđđđ đđ đđđ˝đž đđđž đťđ
đđđ đźđđžđžđđđđ đđ đđđ đźđđžđžđđ; "đşđ°đśđłđŚ đ°đŻđđş đ§đśđ¤đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đśđłđ´đŚđđ§ đ°đˇđŚđł đ¸đŠđŚđŻ đşđ°đś đđŚđľ đşđ°đśđł đŞđŻđ´đŚđ¤đśđłđŞđľđŞđŚđ´ đ¨đŚđľ đľđŠđŚ đŁđŚđ´đľ đ°đ§ đşđ°đś. đśđ´đŚ đľđŠđ˘đľ đŚđŻđŚđłđ¨đş đľđ° đ¨đŚđľ đŁđŚđľđľđŚđł," đđž đźđđđ
đ˝ đżđžđžđ
đđđđ đđđžđđźđđđ đđşđđž đżđđđ đťđžđđđđ˝ đđđ, đđđ
đ đżđ
đđđđžđđđđ đđđ đđđđž đđ đđđž đđđđźđžđđ, "đşđ°đśđłđŚ đĽđ°đŞđŻđ¨ đ§đŞđŻđŚ, đ´đ°.. đ¨đŞđˇđŚ đşđ°đśđłđ´đŚđđ§ đ´đ°đŽđŚ đđŚđŻđŞđŚđŻđ¤đş."
â° đ˝đžđđđđđž đđđ đđđđşđ
đđźđđđ
đđ đđđ đżđşđźđž, đđđ đđđđ đđžđ đđđđđ˝ đđż đđđ, đđđ đşđźđđđđđ đđđžđşđđđđ đ
đđđ˝đžđ đđđşđ đđđ đđđđ˝đ đžđđžđ đźđđđ
đ˝. đđđž đđşđ đđđ đžđđžđ đđđđ
đ˝ đ
đđđđ đđ đđ đžđđźđđđžđđžđđ đđđđ đđžđžđđđ đđđ đđđđđđđž, đđđž đđđşđ
đ
đđđđ
đž đđđşđ đđđđđźđđžđ đđ đđđž đźđđđđžđ đđż đđđ đđđđđ đđđžđ đđşđđźđđđđ đđđ đđđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđđ đ
đžđşđđđđđ đđđđžđđđđđ đđžđ, đđ đžđđžđ đđđž đđžđđđ
đž đđşđđ đđ đđđđ đđžđşđ˝ đđ đťđşđźđ đđđžđ đđđđđž đ˝đđđž đş đđđđ˝ đđđť. đđžđžđđđ đđđ đđđđ đđđ
đđźđđžđ˝ đş đ˝đđżđżđžđđžđđ đ
đžđđžđ
đđż đđşđđđđđžđđ đşđđ˝ đđžđşđźđž đđž đđžđđžđ đđđžđ đđž đđžđžđ˝đžđ˝.
â° đžđđžđ đđż đđđ đđđđđžđ˝ đđđ đđ đťđž đşđ đđđđ
đ
đžđ˝ đđđđđ˝đđđşđ/đżđđđđđžđ, đđžđ˝ đđđđ
đ
đđşđđ đđđ đđ đ˝đžđđžđđ˝ đđ đđđ. đđž đđđđ
đ˝ đđşđđđžđ đ˝đđž đđđşđ đşđ
đ
đđ đđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđ đ
đđżđž đđđžđ đđž đźđđđ
đ˝đđž đđđđđžđźđđžđ˝ đđđ đđ đđđž đżđđđđ đđ
đşđźđž. đşđ đđđđ đđđđžđ đđşđ
đż, đđđđ đđşđżđžđđ đđ đđđ đđđđđđ đđđđđđđđ đşđđ˝ đđž đđđ
đ
đşđ
đđşđđ đđđşđđ˝ đťđ đđđşđ, đđ đđşđđđžđ đđđž đđžđşđđđ; "đŤđśđ´đľ đ¤đ˘đśđ´đŚ đşđ°đś đŹđŻđ°đ¸ đŠđ°đ¸ đľđ° đ§đŞđ¨đŠđľ đĽđ°đŚđ´đŻđľ đŽđŚđ˘đŻ đşđ°đś đ˘đđ¸đ˘đşđ´ đ´đŠđ°đśđđĽ. đŞđ§ đşđ°đśđłđŚ đŚđˇđŚđł đŞđŻ đĽđ˘đŻđ¨đŚđł, đşđ°đś đ¤đ˘đđ đ°đśđľ đ§đ°đł đŽđŚ, đ¨đ°đľ đŞđľ?" đđđžđ đđđ đđđ đđ đđđđđžđđ, đđž đđžđđ˝đ đş đđđşđ
đ
đđ
đşđđž đđđđ đđşđ, "đŞ đ¸đ˘đ´đŻđľ đ¨đ°đŻđŻđ˘ đľđ˘đŹđŚ đŻđ° đ˘đ´ đ˘đŻ đ˘đŻđ´đ¸đŚđł."
â° đđ đđđž đžđđ˝, đđşđđžđđ đźđşđđžđ đ˝đžđžđđ
đ đżđđ đđđ, đđşđđđđđ đđ đđđđđđ˝đž đşđ đđđźđ đşđ đđž đźđşđ đđ đđžđ
đ đźđşđđžđ đđ đđđđ đđžđđđžđđ. đđž đđđ
đ
đđđđ
đ đđşđđžđ đđđđž đđđ đđż đđđ đťđđđ đđźđđžđ˝đđ
đž đđ đđžđ
đ đđđ đđđşđđ đşđđ˝ đđđşđ đşđ
đđđž đđžđđđžđ đşđ đş đđžđđđđ˝đžđ đđđşđ đđž đđşđ đđđđ đťđžđđ đđđđžđđžđđđ đşđ đđžđşđđ.
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Hello! I had kind of an angsty request for muzan. what if back in the heian period he had a wife, which he sincerely loved. Though she was killed, so that served as major motivation other than regular narcissism n stuff. Dude misses his wife, and when hes killed in the manga he sees her again (the reader).
â° đ°đľđŽđżđŽđ°đđ˛đżđ: đđđđşđ đ đżđžđ!đđžđşđ˝đžđ
â° đđŽđżđťđśđťđ´đ: đ đđđ˘đĽ đ đđĄđđ đŚđŁđ˘đđđđĽđŚ!! đ˝đžđşđđ!! đđđđşđ (đ˝đžđđđđşđđđđ)
â° đŽđđđľđźđżđ đťđźđđ˛: đ đđşđđž đş đ
đđđž-đđşđđž đđžđ
đşđđđđđđđđ đ đđđ. đşđ
đđ, đđşđđž đ đđžđđđđđđžđ˝ đđđşđ đ đđđźđ đşđ đđđđđđđ đđđđşđ? đ đđđđđźđđžđ˝ đđ đş đťđđ đđ đđđžđđž đđž đ˝đđ˝đđ đđžđđžđđťđžđ đđđ đđđżđž đşđ đşđ
đ
đđ đđşđđž đđ đđđđž đşđđđđđ. đđđ đđđđđżđđžđşđ˝ đźđşđđđž đ đđđđđž đđđđ đşđ 2 đşđ !
- MUZAN
"đđşđđđđđ! đđşđđđđđ, đ˝đđ'đ đđ!" đđđđşđđ đźđđđžđ đžđźđđ đşđ đđž đżđđđźđžđżđđ
đ
đ đđđđ đđşđđđđđ đđđđ đżđđđźđž. đđž đđşđ đđ đźđ
đđđž đđ đşđźđđđžđđđđ đđđ đ˝đđžđşđ đđ đźđđžđşđđđđ đđđž đđžđđżđžđźđ đ˝đžđđđ, đđđž đđđşđ đźđđđ
đ˝ đźđşđđđ đđđ đđđđžđđđđşđđźđž đşđđ˝ đđđ
đ
đżđđ đžđđžđđđđđ, đťđđ đşđ đťđđđđžđđđđžđžđ đşđ đđđşđ đđđđđđđ đđ, đđž đ
đđđžđ đđđ đđđđ, đžđđžđ đđşđđźđđđđ đđ đđđđđđ đşđ đđđž đđđđ
đ˝ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđ đťđžđđşđ đźđđđđťđ
đđđ đ˝đđđ. đşđ
đ
đđđ đđžđşđđ đđż đđşđđ˝đđđđ, đžđđ˝đ
đžđđ đđşđźđđđżđđźđžđ, đťđ
đđđ˝, đđžđşđđ, đşđđ˝ đđđžđşđ đşđ
đ
đ˝đđđđžđ đđđđ đđđđđđđđđžđđ đşđ đđđž đ˝đşđđđđžđđ đťđžđđşđ đđ đđđđđđđđ˝ đđđ. "đ˝đđđ đ
đžđşđđž đđž đťđžđđđđ˝!"
đđđđđđ đđđđđđđđťđ
đž, đđž đđđđžđđźđđžđ đđđ đşđđđ đđđ đđ đđđđžđ đđ đđžđşđźđ đđşđđđđđ, đđđ đđşđ đşđ
đđžđşđ˝đ đđđ đđż đđđđđ, đş đđžđđ đđđđđđđ˝đđđ đđ đđđ đżđđđžđđžđşđ˝ đđđ đđż đđđđž đşđđđžđ đşđđ˝ đ˝đžđđşđđđşđđđđ. đđđđžđđžđ, đşđ đđđ đđşđđ˝đ đ˝đžđđđžđđşđđžđ
đ đđžđşđđźđđžđ˝ đżđđ đđđž đđ
đşđđžđ, đđđ đđđđ˝ đżđđ
đ
đđż đ˝đžđđđşđ
, đşđđđđđžđ đđşđđ đđđşđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđ đđđđđ
đ˝đžđ đđžđđđ
đ, đźđşđđźđđđđ đđđ đđżđż đđđşđđ˝.
đđđ đđđđžđđžđđđ đđşđ
đ đżđđ đđđşđ đđžđžđđžđ˝ đ
đđđž đżđđđžđđžđ. đđđ đđđđđđ đđđđđđđđ đđşđ đđđđđđ đđđ đđđž đđđđ˝đđ, đźđđđđ
đžđđžđ
đ đżđđđđđđđžđ đşđ đđđ đşđđđ đđđşđđž đşđđđđđ˝ đđđ đđđđđ
đ˝đžđđ đżđđđ đťđžđđđđ˝, đžđđđđ
đđđđđ đđđ đđ đş đđđđđ đžđđťđđşđźđž.
"đđđđşđ," đđđ đžđđžđ đđđ˝đžđ đđđđ đđžđşđđđđ đş đđđżđ đđđđźđž đđđđđđžđ, đđđžđđ đťđđžđşđđ đ
đđđđđ
đ đđđźđđ
đđđ đđđ đžđşđ, "đđđ đđđşđ. đđđ'đđž đ˝đđđž đžđđđđđ."
đđđž đđđđž đżđđ đđđ đđ đżđđđđ đşđđşđđđđ đđđžđ đđşđ đđžđđđđťđ
đ đđđđđđ, đş đđđđđđ đđż đđşđ
đđźđđđđ đđđđ˝đ đđžđşđ˝đ đđ đžđđźđşđđž đđđ đ
đđđ, đťđđ đđđž đđžđđđž đđż đżđşđđđ
đđşđđđđ đđđđđđžđ˝ đđđ đżđđđ đ˝đđđđ đđ. đşđ đđ˝đ˝ đşđ đđ đđşđ, đđđžđđ đđđđźđ đđşđđ'đ đżđđđžđđđ đđđ đđşđ đđđžđđ đđžđ
đđ˝đđđđ đđđđźđž, đşđđ˝ đđđđđđ đđ đđđđđ
đ˝'đđž đđđđđđžđđžđ˝ đđđ đđ đđđ˝ đđż đđđž đđžđđđđ đđđ
đ˝đđđ đđđ đťđşđźđ, đđ đđşđ˝ đđđđđžđşđ˝ đťđđđđđđ đđđ đş đđžđđđž đđż đđžđźđđđđđ đşđđ˝ đźđđđżđđđ đđž đđşđ˝ đťđžđžđ đ˝đžđđđđ˝ đżđđđ.
đşđ đđđžđ đđđ
đ
đžđ˝ đđđ đźđ
đđđžđ, đđđžđđđđđ đş đđđđ đđ đđđ đđşđđ, đş đźđđđž đđžđđđđ đđşđ˝ đđžđđđđżđşđźđžđ˝, đđđ đđđđ˝ đđžđźđşđ
đ
đđđ đžđđžđđ đ˝đžđđşđđ
đđđşđ đđşđ˝ đťđžđžđ đ
đđđ đżđđđđđđđžđ.
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đŠđŚ đ´đ¤đ°đ¸đđŚđĽ đ˘đľ đľđŠđŚ đ´đ°đśđŻđĽ đ°đ§ đ´đŞđđŚđŻđ¤đŚ đľđŠđ˘đľ đąđđ˘đ¨đśđŚđĽ đşđ°đśđł đ´đŠđ˘đłđŚđĽ đŠđ°đŽđŚ, đŠđŚđ˘đłđľ đĽđłđ°đąđąđŞđŻđ¨ đľđ° đŠđŞđ´ đ´đľđ°đŽđ˘đ¤đŠ đ˘đ´ đŠđŞđ´ đŚđşđŚđ´ đ§đłđ˘đŻđľđŞđ¤đ˘đđđş đ´đ¤đ˘đŻđŻđŚđĽ đľđŠđŚ đđŞđˇđŞđŻđ¨ đłđ°đ°đŽ. đşđ°đś đąđłđ°đŽđŞđ´đŚđĽ đşđ°đś'đĽ đŁđŚ đŠđ°đŽđŚ đŠđ°đśđłđ´ đŁđ˘đ¤đŹ, đ˘đŻđĽ đľđŠđ°đśđ¨đŠ đ˘ đąđ˘đłđľ đ°đ§ đŠđŞđŽ đľđłđśđ´đľđŚđĽ đşđ°đśđł đ¸đ°đłđĽđ´, đŠđŚ đ¤đ°đśđđĽđŻđľ đŠđŚđđą đŁđśđľ đ§đŚđŚđ đ˘đ´ đŞđ§ đľđŠđŚđłđŚ đ¸đ˘đ´ đ´đ°đŽđŚđľđŠđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đŽđŞđ´đ´. đ˘đ´ đŞđ§ đ˘ đŁđ˘đĽ đ°đŽđŚđŻ đŠđ˘đĽ đąđđ˘đ¨đśđŚđĽ đľđŠđŚ đ˘đŞđł, đ¸đŚđŞđ¨đŠđŞđŻđ¨ đśđąđ°đŻ đŠđŞđ´ đ˘đđłđŚđ˘đĽđş đŠđŚđ˘đˇđş đ´đŠđ°đśđđĽđŚđłđ´ đ˘đ´ đŠđŚ đ´đľđ˘đłđŚđĽ đ˘đľ đľđŠđŚ đĽđ°đ°đł.
đąđ˘đľđŞđŚđŻđ¤đŚ, đŠđŚ đľđŠđŞđŻđŹđ´. đŠđŚ đŠđ˘đĽ đ˘đđ¸đ˘đşđ´ đľđłđŞđŚđĽ đľđ° đŁđŚ, đŚđ´đąđŚđ¤đŞđ˘đđđş đ¸đŞđľđŠ đşđ°đś. đŽđŞđŻđśđľđŚđ´ đ˘đ¸đ˘đş đ§đłđ°đŽ đşđ°đśđł đąđłđŚđ´đŚđŻđ¤đŚ đ§đŚđđľ đđŞđŹđŚ đŚđľđŚđłđŻđŞđľđş đ˘đŻđĽ đľđŠđŚ đ´đŚđđ§đŞđ´đŠ đąđ˘đłđľ đ°đ§ đŠđŞđŽ đ¸đ˘đŻđľđŚđĽ đľđ° đŹđŚđŚđą đşđ°đś đŁđş đŠđŞđ´ đ´đŞđĽđŚ, đ˘đ¸đ˘đş đ§đłđ°đŽ đĽđ˘đŻđ¨đŚđł, đ¸đŠđŚđłđŚ đŻđ°đľđŠđŞđŻđ¨ đ¤đ°đśđđĽ đŚđˇđŚđł đľđ˘đŹđŚ đşđ°đś đ˘đ¸đ˘đş đ§đłđ°đŽ đŠđŞđŽ. đĽđŚđ´đąđŞđľđŚ đľđŠđŞđ´ đ´đŚđđ§đŞđ´đŠđŻđŚđ´đ´, đŠđŚ đłđŚđŽđŞđŻđĽđ´ đŠđŞđŽđ´đŚđđ§ đľđŠđ˘đľ đşđ°đś đŠđ˘đĽ đ°đľđŠđŚđł đŽđ˘đľđľđŚđłđ´ đľđ° đ˘đľđľđŚđŻđĽ đľđ°, đ´đ° đŠđŚ đĽđŚđ¤đŞđĽđŚđ´ đľđŠđ˘đľ đŠđŚ'đđ đ¤đ°đŻđľđŞđŻđśđŚ đľđ° đŁđŚ đąđ˘đľđŞđŚđŻđľ đľđŠđŚ đ´đ˘đŽđŚ đ¸đ˘đş đşđ°đś'đˇđŚ đŁđŚđŚđŻ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đŠđŞđŽ đ§đ°đł đşđŚđ˘đłđ´.
đľđŠđŚđş đ¤đđ˘đŞđŽ đľđŠđ˘đľ đŠđŞđ´ đŞđđđŻđŚđ´đ´ đ¸đ˘đ´ đľđŚđłđŽđŞđŻđ˘đ đ˘đŻđĽ đľđŠđ°đśđ¨đŠ đŠđŚ đ¸đ˘đ´ đŞđŻđ¤đđŞđŻđŚđĽ đľđ° đŁđŚđđŞđŚđˇđŚ đľđŠđ˘đľ đşđ°đś đ¸đ°đśđđĽ đđŚđ˘đˇđŚ đŠđŞđŽ đŁđŚđ¤đ˘đśđ´đŚ đ°đ§ đľđŠđŞđ´ đŽđŞđ´đ§đ°đłđľđśđŻđŚ, đşđ°đś đĽđŞđĽđŻ'đľ, đŽđśđ¤đŠ đľđ° đŠđŞđ´ đ´đśđłđąđłđŞđ´đŚ. đŞđŻđ´đľđŚđ˘đĽ, đşđ°đś đ´đľđ˘đşđŚđĽ đŁđş đŠđŞđ´ đ´đŞđĽđŚ, đşđ°đśđł đđ°đˇđŚ đŻđŚđˇđŚđł đ°đŻđ¤đŚ đ§đ˘đđľđŚđłđŞđŻđ¨ đĽđśđłđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđ´ đľđŞđŽđŚ đ°đ§ đ´đľđłđśđ¨đ¨đđŚ. đŠđŚ đ¤đ°đśđđĽđŻ'đľ đśđŻđĽđŚđłđ´đľđ˘đŻđĽ đ¸đŠđş đ°đł đŠđ°đ¸ đşđ°đś đĽđŞđĽ đŞđľ, đŁđśđľ đŠđŚ đ¸đ˘đ´ đŚđľđŚđłđŻđ˘đđđş đ¨đłđ˘đľđŚđ§đśđ đ§đ°đł đ´đśđ¤đŠ đ˘ đŁđđŚđ´đ´đŞđŻđ¨.
"đŞ đ¸đŞđđ đđ°đˇđŚ đşđ°đś đľđŞđđ đľđŠđŚ đˇđŚđłđş đŚđŻđĽ," đŠđŚ đłđŚđŽđŚđŽđŁđŚđłđŚđĽ đşđ°đśđł đ¸đ°đłđĽđ´, đŠđŚđ˘đłđľ đŁđŚđ˘đľđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đľ đľđŠđŚ đ´đŞđ¨đŠđľ đ°đ§ đşđ°đśđł đ´đŽđŞđđŚ, đłđŚđŽđŞđŻđĽđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđŽ đľđŠđ˘đľ đŠđŚ đ´đľđŞđđ đŠđ˘đĽ đ°đŻđŚ đ¨đ°đ°đĽ đľđŠđŞđŻđ¨ đ¨đ°đŞđŻđ¨ đĽđŚđ´đąđŞđľđŚ đ˘đđ đľđŠđŚ đŁđ˘đĽ đŞđŻ đľđŠđŚ đ¸đ°đłđđĽ đ¤đŠđ˘đ´đŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđŽ đĽđ°đ¸đŻ. đ§đłđ°đŽ đľđŠđŚđłđŚ đ°đŻ, đŠđŞđ´ đđ°đˇđŚ đ˘đŻđĽ đđ°đşđ˘đđľđş đ§đ°đł đŠđŞđ´ đ°đ¸đŻ đ¸đŞđ§đŚ đŠđ˘đĽ đ¨đłđ°đ¸đŻ đ´đľđłđ°đŻđ¨đŚđł, đŠđŞđ´ đŠđŚđ˘đłđľ đŞđŻ đşđ°đśđł đŠđ˘đŻđĽđ´ đłđŚđ¨đ˘đłđĽđđŚđ´đ´ đ°đ§ đŞđľ đ˘đđ.
đşđŚđľ, đŠđŚ đŠđ˘đĽ đ¸đŞđ´đŠđŚđĽ đľđŠđ˘đľ đŠđŚ đ¸đ˘đ´ đŻđŚđˇđŚđł đąđ˘đľđŞđŚđŻđľ đľđŠđ˘đľ đ§đ˘đľđŚđ§đśđ đŻđŞđ¨đŠđľ. đŠđ°đ¸ đŠđŚ đŠđ˘đĽ đ¸đŞđ´đŠđŚđĽ đŠđŚ đ¤đ°đśđđĽ'đˇđŚ đľđłđśđ´đľđŚđĽ đŠđŞđ´ đ¨đśđľ đ§đŚđŚđđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđ˘đľ đ´đ¤đłđŚđ˘đŽđŚđĽ đ°đśđľ đ¸đ˘đłđŻđŞđŻđ¨đ´ đŞđŻ đ˘đđ đĽđŞđłđŚđ¤đľđŞđ°đŻđ´, đ§đ°đłđ¤đŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđŽ đľđ° đ¨đ° đ´đŚđ˘đłđ¤đŠ đ§đ°đł đşđ°đś. đŠđ˘đĽ đŞđľ đŻđ°đľ đŁđŚđŚđŻ đ§đ°đł đľđŠđŞđ´, đşđ°đś đ¸đ°đśđđĽ đŁđŚ đ´đ˘đ§đŚ đŁđş đŠđŞđ´ đ´đŞđĽđŚ, đđ˘đśđ¨đŠđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đŻđĽ đ´đŽđŞđđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đ´ đśđ´đśđ˘đ. đŠđ˘đĽ đŞđľ đŻđ°đľ đŁđŚđŚđŻ đ§đ°đł đľđŠđ°đ´đŚ đłđŚđ˘đ´đ°đŻđ´, đşđ°đś đ¸đ°đśđđĽđŻ'đľ đŁđŚ đŞđŻ đŠđŞđ´ đ˘đłđŽđ´, đđŞđ§đŚđđŚđ´đ´ đ˘đ´ đŠđŚ đ¤đłđŞđŚđĽ đľđ° đľđŠđŚ đŠđŚđ˘đˇđŚđŻđ´ đľđ° đ¨đŞđˇđŚ đşđ°đś đ°đŻđŚ đŽđ°đłđŚ đ¤đŠđ˘đŻđ¤đŚ. đľđŠđŚ đ˛đśđŞđŚđľ đ§đ°đłđŚđ´đľ đ¸đ˘đ´ đŻđ°đ¸ đ§đŞđđđŚđĽ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đ´đ°đśđŻđĽđ´ đ°đ§ đĽđŚđˇđ˘đ´đľđ˘đľđŞđ°đŻ đ˘đŻđĽ đ¨đłđŞđŚđ§ đľđŠđ˘đľ đ´đ°đ°đŻ đĽđŞđŚđĽ đ˘đ´ đŠđŞđ´ đˇđ°đŞđ¤đŚ đ¨đ˘đˇđŚ đ°đśđľ.
"đŽđş đđ°đˇđŚ, đŞđŽ đ´đ° đ´đ°đłđłđş," đŠđŚ đ¤đđśđľđ¤đŠđŚđĽ đşđ°đśđł đđŞđŽđą đŁđ°đĽđş đľđ° đŠđŞđ´ đ¤đŠđŚđ´đľ, đ´đ°đŁđ´ đđŚđ˘đˇđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđ´ đđŞđąđ´ đ˘đ´ đŠđŚ đąđłđŚđ´đ´đŚđĽ đŠđŞđ´ đ§đ˘đ¤đŚ đ˘đ¨đ˘đŞđŻđ´đľ đşđ°đśđł đ´đŠđ°đśđđĽđŚđł, "đąđđŚđ˘đ´đŚ.. đ§đ°đłđ¨đŞđˇđŚ đŽđŚ."
đŠđŚ đŠđ˘đĽđŻđľ đŹđŻđ°đ¸đŻ đŠđ°đ¸ đŽđ˘đŻđş đŠđ°đśđłđ´ đąđ˘đ´đ´đŚđĽ đŁđŚđ§đ°đłđŚ đŁđśđłđşđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đśđł đŁđ°đĽđş đŻđŚđ˘đłđŁđş, đŠđŞđ´ đŚđşđŚđ´ đŻđ°đ¸ đĽđłđş đ˘đŻđĽ đŠđŚđ˘đˇđş đ§đłđ°đŽ đ˘đđ đľđŠđŚ đľđŚđ˘đłđ´ đľđŠđ˘đľ đ´đąđŞđđđŚđĽ đŚđŻđĽđđŚđ´đ´đđş. đ¸đŞđľđŠ đ˘ đ§đŞđŻđ˘đ đ˘đąđ°đđ°đ¨đş đ¤đ˘đłđłđŞđŚđĽ đŁđş đľđŠđŚ đ¸đŞđŻđĽ, đŠđŚ đľđśđłđŻđ´ đ˘đłđ°đśđŻđĽ đľđ° đŠđŚđ˘đĽ đŁđ˘đ¤đŹ đľđ° đşđ°đśđł đ´đŠđ˘đłđŚđĽ đŠđ°đŽđŚ, đ˘đŻđ¨đŚđł đ˘đŻđĽ đˇđŚđŻđ¨đŚđŻđ¤đŚ đŻđ°đ¸ đľđ˘đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŚ đąđđ˘đ¤đŚ đ°đ§ đŠđŞđ´ đ´đ˘đĽđŻđŚđ´đ´.
đ¸đŞđľđŠ đŠđŞđ´ đŚđşđŚđ´ đˇđ°đŞđĽ đ°đ§ đđŞđ§đŚ, đŠđŚ đŽđ˘đĽđŚ đ˘ đ´đŞđđŚđŻđľ đąđłđ°đŽđŞđ´đŚ đľđ° đŠđŞđŽđ´đŚđđ§ đ˘đ´ đŠđŞđ´ đŠđ˘đŻđĽđ´ đŁđ˘đđđŚđĽ đŞđŻđľđ° đ§đŞđ´đľđ´, đŹđŻđśđ¤đŹđđŚđ´ đľđśđłđŻđŞđŻđ¨ đ¸đŠđŞđľđŚ đ˘đľ đľđŠđŚ đľđŠđ°đśđ¨đŠđľ đ°đ§ đ´đ°đŽđŚđ°đŻđŚ đľđ˘đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đŠđŞđ´ đđŞđ¨đŠđľ đ˘đ¸đ˘đş; "đŞ đ¸đŞđđ đ˘đˇđŚđŻđ¨đŚ đşđ°đś đ˘đŻđĽ đŚđŻđ´đśđłđŚ đľđŠđŚđş đŻđŚđˇđŚđł đ´đŚđŚ đ˘đŻđ°đľđŠđŚđł đĽđ˘đş. đľđŠđŚđş đ¸đŞđđ đ´đśđ§đ§đŚđł đ˘ đ§đ˘đľđŚ đ¸đ°đłđ´đŚ đľđŠđ˘đŻ đĽđŚđ˘đľđŠ."
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â° upon seeing his crush hand him a bento box, his eyes immediately light up in excitement as a grin brighter than the sun forms on his face. kyojuro immediately looks up at them with pure ecstasy as his voice booms, âyou made this for me?!â
â° when they nod their head, a blush forming on their cheeks at his sudden reaction, he takes the box in their hand and scoots over, patting the seat next to him happily. âletâs share!â
â° they deny politely, claiming that theyâve already eaten moments before. he decides not to pressure them into doing so, already grateful over the fact that theyâve gone through the trouble of making him a bento.
â° as he opens the bento, his grin grows wider, admiring every little aspect of it. kyojuro almost feels guilty at the thought of eating such a pretty sight, but he wouldnât miss the opportunity to experience such an important moment.
â° excited to dig in, he lets out a hearty, âitadakimasuâ, before taking a big bite without hesitation. what he thought was going to be a mouthful of flavors instead turned into one full of bitterness and unexplainable torment that pooled within his mouth.
â° itâs possibly the worst thing heâs ever tasted, but instead of telling you the truth, he smiles through it all and manages to choke out a cheerful, yet forced, âdelicious!â
â° true to his words, heâs grateful for the love theyâve put into this bento, regardless of how it turned out. in fact, heâs so grateful that he finishes it without a hint of dissatisfaction crossing his features. itâs the effort that counts right?
â° though he does feel guilty about telling his crush a white lie, a part of him held him back from speaking the truth when they smiled proudly at his forced reaction. seeing them so thrilled made all the torture he went through worth it. he thanks you wholeheartedly with a big grin that makes your heart melt.
â° in the end, he decides to use it as an advantage to spend more time with you as he takes both your hands in his. ânext time, count on me to make us lunch as repayment!â or âwe should cook together sometime!â
â° though a part of it was an opportunity to get to know you better, the other part hoped that he would help improve your cooking so that he wouldnât lie to your face any longer.
- GIYUU
â° his heart would already be beating out his chest upon seeing his crush walk over to his direction with their hands hidden behind their back. in panic, he looked around to confirm whether or not it was him you were looking for.
â° when he realizes that there is no one else within the vicinity, he quietly begs himself to keep himself together as you draw closer. smiling, you call out his name excitedly with a skip in your test, âgiyuu-kun!â
â° anxiously, he greets you with a nod, the same neutral expression plastered on his face. âgood afternoon..â his eyes avert to your hands that hid behind your back, his curiosity piquing at your strange behavior.
â° before a million thoughts could run through his mind, you stretch out your arms, revealing a bento box that was loosely tied with a cute handkerchief. giyuu finds himself paralyzed, absolutely shocked at the abrupt situation he found himself in.
â° at first, his mind goes completely blank as he processes the events unfolding in front of him but when it does set in, his face immediately flushes uncontrollably. his mouth opens and closes for a few moments, words desperately scratching its way out of throat. he had a thousand things in mind, but the only word that left his lips was nothing more than a simple, âwhat.â
â° âi made a bento for you!â when he doesnât reply nor react, the embarrassment slowly kicks in as you slowly pull the container closer to your body, âif itâs okay.â
â° he immediately pulls himself together, nodding shyly at you as he lets out a quiet reassurance. âyes, of course.â with that, you excitedly take his arm and pull him to a bench nearby, only flustering him more in the process. give the poor man a break, please. he can only take so much.
â° he takes the lunch with shaky hands, carefully untying it as if it were glass and a childish glint crosses his eyes as he silently admires your hard work displayed in front of him. he hadnât had anyone personally cook for him this way for years, resulting in a sense of nostalgia overcoming him.
â° âare you sure itâs okay?â stupid question, he thinks, but a feeling of disbelief still continues to wade in him, aware that heâs undeserving of such a genuine gesture. when you nod with a grin, he feels his cheeks burn as his eyes avert back to the food waiting to be eaten.
â° with a quiet thanks, he takes a bite timidly, unable to focus on the taste at first due to his embarrassment but the flavor of bitterness soon hits his tongue, much to his dismay. unprepared for such an misfortune, he coughs almost harshly as a reaction, unable to take such a terrible taste.
â° you watch in absolute horror as he tries to fight the displeased look threatening to form on his face. âoh god! iâm so sorry!â you rub his back soothingly as his fit dies down and he looks up at you, holding a shaky thumbs up in an attempt to lie about your cooking.
â° you donât buy it though as you snatch away the bento, apologizing profusely to giyuu who feels guilty at his inevitable reaction. when he sees the sad expression plastered on your face, he immediately beats himself up. despite that, he shakes his head and thanks you for your effort.
â° the next few weeks, he tries to cheer you up by inviting you out to go eat with him or buy you snacks from a nearby shop in hopes to see you smile once more. if you still continue to sulk about it, heâll try to give you words of reassurance; âi canât cook either..â or âits not the worst thing iâve tasted.â itâs not the best, but you know he means well.
- MUICHIRO
â° muichiro would probably be lounging around somewhere random, staring at the sky in interest. his mind would be elsewhere, not hearing his name being called by his crush.
â° however, when he feels a tap on his shoulder, his head whips around to finally meet your gaze. a smile falls on his lips as he excitedly calls your name, his focus now completely set on you, â(y/n)!â
â° âmuichiro-kun, good afternoon!â you take a seat near him and he swings his legs almost childishly. when you reach for your bag and dig in it, he tilts his head curiously. âwhat are you looking for?â
â° after a few moments, you pulled out a bento with cute stickers adorning the outside, immediately attracting his attention. proudly, you offer him the container, âi made this for you! i figured you might be hungry.â
â° it takes him a moment to process the events occurring but it eventually hits him. with a light blush dusting his cheeks, he looks up at you with a big smile, âreally?!â his childishness kicks in as he takes it out of your hand, immediately opening it. you watched as he took a bite, eyes following his every move.
â° the happiness radiating off of him moments before soon twists into one of extreme discontent, his shoulders slumping at the disgusting taste. he would put the chopsticks down on the bento before facing you with a displeased expression.
â° and because muichiro is very straightforward, he tells you the truth but in a more kind tone than he usually would, âit doesnât taste very good..â it really breaks your confidence and fills you with embarrassment, but at least he was honest.
â° you apologize meekly as you take it away from him. you push it in your bag, wanting to take your leave and die in a hole for the next few days. before you could stand though, he grabs your wrist and sits you back down, laying on your shoulder.
â° âthank you anyway,â he says, closing his eyes as a small smile forms on his lips. all your embarrassment is thrown out the window upon seeing the calm expression on his face and you lay your head on his, closing your eyes as well. you silently hoped he wouldnât remember this unfortunate event when he woke up.
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heyy! can i request douma with the reader who's muzan's daughter pls? i can be fluff hahah like just douma being a simp for her or something like that... thank u!!
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- DOUMA
ŕź douma has grown so used to being worshipped by others that the idea of idolizing someone else other than muzan was impossible.
ŕź it was love at first sight truly. there was just something about you that intrigued him, piqued his curiosityâ made him feel something that heâs never felt in his life. itâs been driving him to get your attention since the first second muzan introduced you to the upper and lower moons.
ŕź he wasnât so sure what caught his attention in the first place; was it because you were muzans daughter? maybe you were powerful? or perhaps, you were just pleasing to the eye. regardless, it only motivates him to get to know you more.
ŕź however, a certain event truly makes him fall for you, hearts forming in his eyes as his heart beats for the first time in his life. while everyone refused to acknowledge his existence, already avoiding him like the plague once the meeting was over, you greeted him politely and sat by his side, initiating a conversation with him.
ŕź no oneâs ever done that with him before!! especially not willingly. he gets all emotional when you do stay back to accompany him for a few moments, attentively contributing to the conversation and keeping a kind smile throughout it all. once you excuse yourself, his eyes follow you, a huge part of himself already attached to the attention youâve given him.
ŕź after that fateful moment, he had dedicated a good portion of his time trying to win your attention and love in the most annoying yet adorable ways possible. itâd be a daily occurrence, really. with a low curse, muzan would regret introducing his daughter around the twelve kizukis in the first place, not considering the consequences of his actions.
ŕź almost like a lost puppy, heâd follow you around as much as he could, skipping behind you happily with the biggest smile on his face. when youâre both together, heâd often bombard you with endless questions about your life or complain about futile matters regarding other people or events.
ŕź most of the time, heâs extremely affectionate, shamelessly clinging onto you without ever considering the fact that your dad could literally kill him at any given moment. hugs over your shoulders, pats on the head, him laying on your lap, holding your hand as you both walk together, leaning on your shoulder, and so on.
ŕź though the other upper moons respect you just as much as they do with the king of demons, often bowing whenever they see you and addressing you in the most formal way possible, douma has his own way of respecting you. he talks so casually with you, it often earns him a series of consequences from scoldings to full on injuries from muzan and the rest of the upper moons. he doesnât mind too much though, knowing that your smiling face will make him feel much better.
ŕź whenever he sees you during a meeting, he yells from the top of his lungs to get your attention, waving his hand in a comical manner; âhi (y/n)-chan!! you look stunning as usual!!â muzans eye twitches as he sends a venomous glare his way, though it leaves the second upper moon unfazed as he lets out a playful giggle. you wave at him secretly with a smile and he sighs lovingly, not caring if he was threatened moments before.
ŕź super fucking annoying when youâre gone. heâs grown so attached to you that whenever youâre not around, he ends up whining to the other upper moons about anything and everything he can. â(y/n)-chanâs been gone for too lonnng! iâm gonna die if she doesnât come back soon.â
ŕź this earns him a strike from akaza, who yells at him in frustration as he sends an attack his way; âstop addressing muzan-samaâs daughter so casually! have some respect!â when he regenerates, he huffs childishly and folds his arms with a pout, only angering the upper moon three in ways he didnât know was possible. âwhatever, youâre just jealous she likes me more.â
ŕź also has a hard time detaching himself from you when you both are together. he can spend days â hell, even eternity â with you without ever having a complaint but when you end your shared time together, he gets all fussy about it. âdo you really have to go? you can stay here with me!â heâd try to convince you to stay back, and though sometimes you fall for it, most times youâre required to go. with that, he sighs in defeat and tears up, though itâs alligator tears half the time, looking up at you with puppy eyes; âpromise me youâll come back to visit!â
ŕź though muzan often grows impatient and irate by doumas behavior, knowing he could just make his upper moon two vanish with just a single snap, he holds back. in the end, he has no bad intentions towards you and despite his very clingy and childish attitude, you seem to enjoy his company. at least he knows youâre with someone who serves as one of his most trusted demons. douma is also one full of strength, hence his position, so muzan is aware that heâll be able to protect you.
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uhm uhm đścan i request giyuu, sanemi, rengoku, & genya and what type of highschool crushes they would be???? (preferably w a female reader)
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- GIYUU
ŕź itâs truly complicated. one one hand, he wants to be by your side every chance he gets, but on the other, he believes heâs undeserving of your love. itâs a constant battle between his shyness and insecurity, knowing that heâs not good enough for you and that even if he was, his timidness would get the best of him. in the end, he settles with the idea of simply watching you from afar, gazing at you dreamily. heâs often distracted from his studies because youâre constantly a core thought in his mind, taking up every inch in it. makes a playlist with songs that remind him of you and a hopeful part of him wants to share it with his crush someday.
heâs the secret admirer type; giyuu often leaves notes in your locker, along with some type of gift (usually food) and disappears as soon as he places it there, absolutely terrified at the thought of being caught. to do this, he heads to school pretty early in the morning, knowing that itâs usually empty during that time. secretly watches you unravel your gifts and literally melts at your reaction when you grin brightly and hold it against your chest with excitement. a genuine smile leaves his lips as he remembers every detail of your loving face, hoping that one day heâd be able to make you smile without having to hide in the shadows. maybe, just maybe, heâll grow the courage to approach you someday, but for now, heâll love you from afar.
- SANEMI
ŕź you donât think he has a crush on you at first due to his aggressive and rude nature. he can get on your nerves at times, often sending playful insults here and there or just straight up annoying the fuck out of you. however, if he does push it too far, he always ends up around the corner, ready to make it up to you, whether itâd be in a form of a shitty apology or bringing you lunch. normally, he wouldnât give two shits about hurting someoneâs feelings but youâre the exception, so consider this his biggest indication that he harbors feelings for you! sanemi doesnât care for school that much but goes anyway, knowing that youâll be there. he sees it as his chance to spend time with you, though heâll never admit it out loud. a tsundere truly â he acts like he doesnât care but when youâre visibly upset or acting a bit off, heâs already on your case, demanding the reasoning for it. heâs ready to punch the lights out of someone if theyâre causing you trouble of any kind.
gets jealous pretty quick when another guy talks to you, even if itâs for a very valid cause, and on some days, he butts in shamelessly. âbeat it kid, find another tutor. we got shit to do.â â you both, in fact, had no shit to do but it doesnât stop him from pulling you away before you could protest. when you ask for a reason, he just says heâs bored or pulls out some shitty excuse from his ass. does the smallest things for you discreetly; putting your head on his shoulder when youâre falling asleep on the train, picking you up from your class and dropping you every period, and the list goes on. though sanemi claims that he doesnât have a crush on anyone, he knows for a fact that you have him on a chokehold and thereâs nothing he wouldnât do for you.
- RENGOKU
ŕź um HELLO?? do you know how lucky youâd be for rengoku to have a crush on you? this man will make it very known that he has it bad, no matter how oblivious you are. heâll spend every minute of his free time by your side, practically glued to you throughout the day and when he is unable to, he sends you texts, asking how you are and reminding you about the littlest of things â âdonât forget to eat your lunch! please donât hesitate to call me if you need anything! <3â. in fact, he brings you lunch when he knows he canât be there to share his own with you. sweetest crush ever and is a gentleman by heart, not wanting to make you uncomfortable and maintaining a high level of respect towards you. heâd do things from opening doors for you, carrying your bag, sending compliments left and right, and everything else in the book.
very affectionate while still respecting your boundaries; a hand on your back whenever you both walk together and small pats on the head when youâve done a good job. cheers you on a lot and supports you in everything you doâ if you had a test coming up, heâd give you words of affirmation to help boost your confidence and if you had a game or an event? you best bet heâd be the loudest one in the crowd, yelling encouragements proudly; âthatâs my girl!â tries so hard to impress your parents when he comes over to study or hang out, but we all know he doesnât even have to try. heâs literally the ideal man every parent hopes for their kid. at the end of the day, rengoku is very loyal to you and would do anything to ensure your safety and happiness above all.
- GENYA
ŕź genya is a lot nicer than his brother, but he still does have a tinge of bluntness that does come off as a bit rude sometimes. it just runs in the family, really. the only big difference is the fact that heâs really, really shy about having a crush on you. gets flustered fast whenever you do something cute or give him attention, even if itâs something as small as sending a smile his way. he refuses to send an insult your way, no matter how playful or serious, but also doesnât send compliments because his embarrassment gets the best of him. though he doesnât contribute much to conversations between you two, his words often tangled in his throat, he does listen very attentively to every little detail that leaves your mouth. in result, he knows almost everything about you â your favorite food, color, the time you threw up in your kindergarten class, and so on. once lent you his jacket because you were cold and before he could scold you for being careless, he grew speechless, nearly fainting on the spot seeing you wear it. needless to say, he had to excuse himself to gain his composure, muttering some excuse, such as needing to go wash his face.
heâs very protective; makes sure he walks behind you, especially when youâre going up the stairs so some creep doesnât look up your skirt, and glares at anyone who decides to look your way. no matter how shy he is towards his crush, heâs ready to throw hands at any given moment if something happens. whether itâd be making you cry with an insult or if someone dared to lay a finger on you, heâd ensure that theyâll never see the light again. has probably gotten suspended a few times over this and no matter how many times you chide him, he still continues to protect you from any harm. heâs always two steps ahead in the game whenever you need something â itâs raining? itâs okay, he brought an umbrella to share. need lunch? he already packed snacks just in case and coincidentally, theyâre your favorite! at the end of everyday, he walks you home and waits until youâre inside your house before he departs. genya is a lowkey sweetheart, no matter how awkward and shy he is.
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angst request with rengoku mourning over his s/os death? i know you just opened the blog but :â)
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- RENGOKU
âkyo-kun..â
a soft voice pulled him out of his sleepy state, a small hum leaving his mouth as he acknowledged the person calling his name. when his name was repeated, he slowly opened his eyes to the sight of his beloved hovering over him, their elbow propped up on one side of his face to keep them steady.
with a smile, he took a strand of their hair and pushed it behind their ear, mesmerized at the sight painted in front of him. âgood morning, my sunshine.â
they let out melodious laugh, one that served as music to his ears, and dipped down to place a gentle kiss upon his lips. his hand traveled to the back of their head, deepening the contact as he returned their gesture with no hesitation.
after what seemed like eternity, they eventually pulled away, much to his dismay, and sent him a warm smile that could dim the brightest of flames in existence. as the fire harisha, he would want nothing less.
âyouâre truly breathtaking,â he whispers as his hand finds their face, thumb brushing across their cheek, âso amazing, so magnificent.â
âlikewise, my love.â his heart is full of love as a grin spreads across his face. the hand that caressed their face now traveled to the back of their neck, pulling them into an embrace, to which they returned.
âletâs go back to sleep, the world can wait for a while.â his other half agrees to his words and relaxes against him, closing their eyes in response. he hums a soft tune as he draws shapes on their back in an attempt to lull them to sleep.
when he realizes that their breathing pattern has changed, indicating that slumber was indeed overcoming them, he placed a soft kiss on the top of their hair. with a whisper, only loud enough for them to hear, he smiles and closes his eyes as well.
âi love you, (y/n).â as his world begins to fade, he hears their voice one last time.
âi love you too, k..â
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â..yo-kun.â
this time he wakes up to the feeling of someone shaking him softly, a different voice calling his name. opening his eyes, he was met by senjuro, who worriedly looked down at him.
before he could ask the reason behind such a concerned look, he felt the hot tears running down his face at an alarming rate and reality had struck down at him all at once.
thatâs right. you werenât here anymore; you left this world just recently and rengoku continued to suffer the loss of his beloved. the regret overcame him, the one that failed to save you from this cruel world, and he attempted to stop the tears to avoid saddening his brother, who remained quiet.
however, no matter how hard he tried to stop them, it flowed endlessly. he sat up slowly, continuing to wipe his eyes violently as soft whimpers left his lips, one full of pain and devastation. ashamed, he covered his face with the palms of his hand, attempting to muffle out the pathetic sounds that left his lips. a million questions flooded his mind as his cries became more apparent. if he had come earlier, would you have been alive? would there be enough time to save you? would he have kept his promise?
all those questions quickly disappeared as he felt a pair of arms wrap around his shoulder, a soft, yet choked, whisper reaching his ears.
âit wasnât your fault, aniki. you did your best,â senjuro reassured, pulling his brother closer, â(y/n) would forgive you. they wouldnât be angry at you.â
with that, he wrapped his arms around his brother, crying into his shoulder as all the devastation he held for days rushed out shamelessly.
as the tears streamed down his face, a gentle wind blew into his room, finishing the sentence that remained unsaid in his dream.
âi love you, kyojuro,â
he closed his eyes, sighing shakily, hoping that the wind would return his words to you, no matter how far it seemed. âi love you too.â
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do you know that panel where the girls are feeding genya and heâs obv flustered? what if his fem!crush was his nurse instead & tended to him? >:00
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- GENYA
ŕź poor baby boy, heâd probably be fighting for his life.
ŕź genya would feel himself wake up, softly groaning as the pain overtook his body all at once. a small curse leaves his lips as he shuffles a bit to put himself in a more comfortable position, hoping that the pain would lull somehow.
ŕź however, a familiar voice calls his name and his heart nearly stops as he recognizes that sweet sound almost instantly. âgenya-kun?â
ŕź once he realizes who it is, he immediately sits up, pain long forgotten as the embarrassment takes its place. he turns his head to the side, hoping to some kind of god out there that it wasnât who he was thinking about.
ŕź but as he locks eyes with the one person he had admired for god knows how long, his words get caught up in his throat as a look of terror crosses his features. when you tilt your head to the side in confusion, staring at him with a raised brow, he forces himself to speak to fill the silence.
ŕź âw-what are you doing here?â it sounded a bit rude and harsh, which makes genya cringe inwardly at his bluntness. despite that, he knows he meant well. heâs just terribly overwhelmed.
ŕź âshinobu-chan gave me permission to look after you!â when you smile at him brightly and announce your reasoning, he nearly faints on the spot, his face flushing at the thought of you taking care of him.
ŕź when he quietly denies the help, explaining how he would be fine, his words are immediately shut down by his crush, who refused to listen to his nonsense. you leave the room before he could say another word, leaving him no choice but to deal with the situation heâs been placed in.
ŕź the next few days, genya and his three comrades (whom are also recovering) soon find out how many shades of red he can reach. every little thing you do, from changing his bandaids to feeding him, leaves his face steaming as he attempts to pull himself together. when he thinks he canât blush anymore than he does, you somehow always prove him wrong.
ŕź conversations arenât so great either with him. though you start most of your shared talks, it often seems one-sided at first with him giving one-worded answers, his voice shaking. heâs terribly nervous and it doesnât help that his mind goes blank whenever your melodious voice reaches his ears.
ŕź with time, though, he does get better at talking. itâs not a big improvement but hey! heâs definitely keeping up with the conversation now and on some days, he even starts it with a simple, âgood morning..â he mostly stays quiet though, so he can hear your voice. it brings him a sense of peace he didnât know he had.
ŕź staring has also become a habit heâs picked up since being in your care. yes, he has snuck glances at you in the past whenever he knew your attention was elsewhere, but it had only worsen, his eyes following you almost every second. he just canât help it.
ŕź he gets really jealous whenever you tend to someone else, even just for a second. genya especially wants to deck zenitsu on the face whenever his comrade loudly begs for your assistance. the sight of you doting on someone else brings a new level of anger to him as his eye twitches.
ŕź despite it all, he grows used to your company and finds that whenever you excuse yourself to go elsewhere, he gets lonely. it bums him out even more when he realizes that when he does recover, he wonât be spending as much time with you. in the process of all this, genya realizes that he had fallen in love with you more than he previously had and he was too far down the rabbit hole to ever escape it.
ŕź it leaves him insecure, believing that he might be getting his hopes up. a voice in the back of his head silently reminds him that you were simply just doing this cause you were required to. after all, how could someone as beautiful and amazing as you like someone like him?
ŕź however, his doubts wash away one night when he wakes up to the feeling of movement nearby. groggily, he looks around his bed to find the source of the disturbance but his breath catches in his throat when he sees you sitting on a chair, your figure hunched over the side of the bed, sleeping peacefully. he nearly dies on the spot once he realizes your hand resting on his, his heart thumping loudly against his chest.
ŕź he thinks about waking you up at first, but stops as he observes your sleeping features, absolutely mesmerized at the sight. though he was certain that you were doing this just to help him recover, a small part of him had hope that during this time youâve both spent together, there was some kind of connection.
ŕź with that, a genuine smile escapes his lips at the sight and he decides that for once, heâll be selfish. selfish with the thought that he might have a chance with someone whom he didnât deserve.
ŕź he slowly slid his hand out and placed it on top of yours, lightly squeezing it as he moved a strand of hair from your face with his other hand. genya lays back down and closes his eyes, promising himself that he would do whatever it takes to keep this relationship going, no matter how it ends.
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đĄđđĽđĽđ¨ đ°đđĽđđ¨đŚđ đđ¨ đŚđ˛ đ¤đ§đ˛/đđđŚđ¨đ§ đŹđĽđđ˛đđŤ đŤđđđđ/đŹđđđ§đđŤđ˘đ¨/đĄđđđđđđ§đ¨đ§-- đđĽđ¨đ â đ˘ đĄđđŻđ đŤđđđđ§đđĽđ˛ đđ˘đ§đ˘đŹđĄđđ đđĄđ đŹđđŤđ˘đđŹ đ˘đ§ đđđŤđŚđŹ đ¨đ đđĄđ đŚđđ§đ đ đđ§đ đĄđđŻđ đđđŽđ đĄđ đŽđŠ đ¨đ§ đđĄđ đđ§đ˘đŚđ, đŹđ¨ đŠđĽđđđŹđ đđ¨ đ§đ¨đ đĄđđŹđ˘đđđđ đđ¨ đŤđđŞđŽđđŹđ đ§đ¨đŤ đ đ˘đŻđ đŚđ đŹđŠđ¨đ˘đĽđđŤđŹ. đ˘ đđŚ đŻđđŤđ˛ đđąđđ˘đđđ đđ¨ đŹđđđŤđ đđĄđ˘đŹ đđĽđ¨đ đŹđ¨ đŠđĽđđđŹđ đŤđđđ đđĄđ đŤđŽđĽđđŹ đđđđ¨đŤđ đŤđđŞđŽđđŹđđ˘đ§đ â âĄ
âą ââââ { đž đ đź đ đź đž đ đ đ đ } ââââ â°
âĽÂ đ˛đ¨đŽ đđđ§ đđŤđđđĽđ˛ đŤđđŞđŽđđŹđ đđ§đ˛ đđĄđđŤđđđđđŤâ đ˘đ đ˘ đđđ§âđ đ°đŤđ˘đđ đđ¨đŤ đđĄđđŚ, đđĄđđ§ đ˘ đ°đ˘đĽđĽ đŹđđđđ đ˘đ.
âą âââââ { đ đ đ đ đ đ đ đ } âââââ â°
⼠đ˛đ¨đŽ đđđ§ đŤđđŞđŽđđŹđ:
⌠đŤđđđđđŹ, đĄđđđđđđ§đ¨đ§đŹ, đ¨đ§đđŹđĄđ¨đđŹ
âą ââââââ { đ đ đ đ đ } ââââââ â°
⼠đŤđđđđđŹ + đĄđđđđđđ§đ¨đ§đŹ đđŤđ đĽđ˘đŚđ˘đđđ đđ¨ đđ¨đŽđŤ đŠđđ¨đŠđĽđ đŠđđŤ đŤđđŞđŽđđŹđâ
⼠đđĄđ˘đŹ đ˘đŹ đŚđ˛ đđ˘đŤđŹđ đđ˘đŚđ đ°đŤđ˘đđ˘đ§đ đđ¨đŤ đ¤đ§đ˛/đđđŚđ¨đ§ đŹđĽđđ˛đđŤ. đ˘ đđŹđ¤ đ˛đ¨đŽ đđ đŠđđđ˘đđ§đ đ°đ˘đđĄ đŚđ đđŹ đ˘đ đ°đ˘đĽđĽ đŹđđđŤđ đ¨đŽđ đ đĽđ˘đđđĽđ đ¨đ¨đ đđŽđ đ°đ˘đĽđĽ đ đŤđđđŽđđĽđĽđ˛ đ˘đŚđŠđŤđ¨đŻđ đ°đ˘đđĄ đđ˘đŚđâ
⼠đđŻđđŤđ˛ đŠđ¨đŹđ đ°đ˘đĽđĽ đŻđđŤđ˛ đ˘đ§ đĽđđ§đ đđĄ
⼠đŠđĽđđđŹđ đŽđ§đđđŤđŹđđđ§đ đđĄđđ đ˘ đ°đ˘đĽđĽ đ§đ¨đ đđ§đđđŤđđđ˘đ§ đđŻđđŤđ˛ đŹđ˘đ§đ đĽđ đŤđđŞđŽđđŹđ đ đ˘đŻđđ§ đđ¨ đŚđ. đ˘ đđŚ đ đŤđđđđđŽđĽ đđ¨ đŤđđđđ˘đŻđ đđĄđđŚ, đđŽđ đ˘đ đđđđ¨đŚđđŹ đ¨đŻđđŤđ°đĄđđĽđŚđ˘đ§đ đđ¨ đ°đ¨đŤđ¤ đ¨đ§ đ đŤđđŞđŽđđŹđ đ˘ đđđ§đ§đ¨đ đđ¨đŚđŠđĽđđđ. đ˘đ§ đŤđđŹđŽđĽđ, đ˘đŚ đđ¨đŤđđđ đđ¨ đđ˘đŹđŤđđ đđŤđ đ˘đ. đ˘ đđŠđ¨đĽđ¨đ đ˘đłđ đ˘đ§ đđđŻđđ§đđâ
⼠đđ§đ˛đđĄđ˘đ§đ đŹđđ§đ đđđđđŤ đđĄđ đđŹđ¤ đđ¨đą đ˘đŹ đđĽđ¨đŹđđ đ°đ˘đĽđĽ đđ đđ˘đŹđŤđđ đđŤđđđ đ°đ˘đđĄđ¨đŽđ đ§đ¨đđ˘đđ˘đđđđ˘đ¨đ§.
⼠đ˘ đ°đ˘đĽđĽ đ°đŤđ˘đđ đ đđ§đđđŤ đŹđŠđđđ˘đđ˘đ đŤđđŞđŽđđŹđđŹ đđŽđ đŠđĽđđđŹđ đ˘đ§đđ¨đŤđŚ đŚđ đđđđ¨đŤđđĄđđ§đ. đ˘đ đ§đ¨đ, đ˘ đ°đ˘đĽđĽ đŚđđ¤đ đ˘đ đ đđ§đđđŤ-đ§đđŽđđŤđđĽ. :)
⼠đ˘ đđ¨đ§âđ đđ§đđđŤđđđ˘đ§ đ¨đ/đŚđđđđĄđŽđŠ/đŹđĄđ˘đŠ đŤđđŞđŽđđŹđđŹ. đ§đ¨đđĄđ˘đ§đ đŠđđŤđŹđ¨đ§đđĽ -- đ˘ đŁđŽđŹđ đŹđđŤđ˘đđđĽđ˛ đ°đđ§đ đđ¨ đ¤đđđŠ đđĄđ˘đŹ đđŹ đ đŹđđĽđ-đ˘đ§đŹđđŤđ đđĽđ¨đ .
⼠đđ¨đŤ đ§đ¨đ°, đĽđ˘đ đĄđ đ§đŹđđ° đ˘đŹ đđđđđŠđđđđĽđâ đ˘đŚ đŹđĽđ¨đ°đĽđ˛ đ°đ¨đŤđ¤đ˘đ§đ đŚđ˛ đ°đđ˛ đđ¨ đ°đŤđ˘đđ˘đ§đ đĄđđđŻđ˘đđŤ đđ¨đ§đđđ§đ, đŹđ¨ đŠđĽđđđŹđ đ đ˘đŻđ đŚđ đđ˘đŚđ.
⼠đŠđĽđđđŹđ đđ¨đ§đ đĄđđŹđ˘đđđđ đđ¨ đđ đŚđŽđđŽđđĽđŹ đ°đ˘đđĄ đŚđ đ¨đŤ đđŤđ¨đŠ đđ˛ đđ¨đŤ đ đđĄđđâ đ˘đŚ đŤđđđĽđĽđ˛ đđŤđ˘đđ§đđĽđ˛ đđ§đ đŽđ§đđđŤđŹđđđ§đđ˘đ§đ . âĄ
⼠đ˘ đ°đ˘đĽđĽ đđđđđŠđ:
⌠đđĽđŽđđ
⌠đđ§đ đŹđ
⌠đ˛đđ§đđđŤđÂ
⌠đđđŤđđđ˘đ§ đđŽâđŹ [đŹđđĄđ¨đ¨đĽ, đđđđ, đđđ.]
⼠đ˘ đ°đ˘đĽđĽ đ§đ¨đ đđđđđŠđ:
⌠đđ¨đŤđđđ đŹđđąÂ
⌠đŹđđąđŽđđĽ đđđŽđŹđ/đđŹđŹđđŽđĽđ
⌠đŽđ§đđđŤđđ đ đđ¨đŠđ˘đđŹ [đđĽđĽ đđĄđđŤđđđđđŤđŹ đđđđ đđ đđ đđ đŽđŠ đ˘đ đ˘đ đđ¨đŚđđŹ đđ¨ đđĄđđ]Â
⌠đ§đđđŤđ¨đŠđĄđ˘đĽđ˘đÂ
⌠đđ§đ˛đđĄđ˘đ§đ đ°đ˘đđĄ đđ¨đđ˛ đđĽđŽđ˘đđŹÂ
⌠đđđŹđđ˘đđĽđ˘đđ˛
⼠đđ§đ˛đđĄđ˘đ§đ đŤđđŞđŽđđŹđđđ đđđ¨đŻđ đ°đ˘đĽđĽ đđ đđđĽđđđđ đ°đ˘đđĄđ¨đŽđ đ§đ¨đđ˘đđ˘đđđđ˘đ¨đ§â
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