kawaoi

This bright, burning day was the worst of the days for Kishou. He sweats under his pale coat. It sticks, it's disgusting, it's so hot. He stood with all the other investigators with such melancholic expressions. Their brows were heavy and eyes were covered with a shiny film of pain. He watched as one female investigator breaks her walls to reveal her bottled up frustrations and agony. She buried her face with sweaty palms and the moans and the gags were all muffled. Everyone looked at her, holding the same expressions. They all can relate to her. They are all familiar with the emptiness and endless wonders when a loved one passes. The pain an

It was a special month for Kiyoko. She roamed halls with a smile on her lips and red on her cheeks. She was confident. Her self-esteem boosted. Every day she opens her locker which was bombarded with small pieces of paper containing compliments and words of encouragement. Laced with a sign pen and small letters, Kiyoko took the time to read these letters with a fluttering heart. She looked at herself through the mirror in her locker to see if these words were true. Half of her didn't believe those words, while the other believed them to be true. She pondered if this act was a joke or a way of expressing feelings. If this was a joke, then that

The rain roared with its thunders. Patches lay on Kageyama's shirt, its thin fabric overpowered by the damp drop. He almost slipped countless of times, trying to get his arms to wrap around her in time.  His lungs screamed and burned. He clutched his heart as he searched for her apartment building with a frenzied mind. The image of her face weighed his brow. Scenarios of what could happen popped in his head and his pace drastically changed. Every step he took, puddles splash like angered waves. He climbed the stairs with exhaustion piercing his feet. It ached, trying to stop him from rescuing his beloved.  He found her apartment door. Embell

A lovely scent lurks in the room, you took a whiff as you fucked up your eyeliner. A tapered line from an onyx thick line to a faded end. Your hands trembled in anger as you looked at the mirror, two different wings on each eye both shitty. Anger rushed through your head, internally cursing at the makeup products that were no use to you. You had no idea why you bought those expensive foundation bottles or some fluffy makeup brush. But you just did. You thought it would benefit you, but sure as hell it ain't. You heard a soft giggle from the bed. A girl with long pink hair sat with crossed legs, eyeing you with playful eyes as she  carried a