If I could bottle that look, I would. I would eat it, drink it bathe in it. I’d breathe it in through my pores, draw it into my cells. I’d soak it up until it became a part of me, an inextricable part of me. I’d drown in it until I could feel it with every breath I took. Until I couldn’t see or hear or feel anything else.
M. Leighton, The Empty Jar
"I'm so glad Sensei approved your request." the brunette squeales. "I'm a big fan of yours, Enya-san! And you're in our class now! Please give me some advice."
"Advice on what?" I ask throwing a glance at her.
"There's someone I like." she replies shyly.
"And?"
"You know... Maybe you c-could-"
"She means to make her attractive, Enya-san." Some other girl pipes. "So that he takes notice of her and, you know, get close."
"And who's that he?" I ask.
"The one you keep on staring at." The second girl says with a smile. "Akashi-kun."
"Akashi...kun." I mutter.
The one who I stare at?
No.
He's someone at whom only I can stare.
"Make you attractive, huh?" I confirm her request to which she readily replies with a nod.
It is indeed unmerciful of God to plan excruciating misery for such a pretty girl. But you gotta do want needs to be done to save your loved one's from harm.
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CLICHÈ || Knb《Akashi Seijuro》
Fanfiction[Highest ranking: #1 in abusivelove] Love heals. But sometimes it kills too. - A.N: Not your usual knb fanfic, nor do you have to watch Kuroko No Basuke to read this. That being said, this book contains immature metaphors, psychotic thoughts and men...
