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(Y/N)'s Hoarse Voice. ⇆ㅤ ||◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷||ㅤ ↻
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cuddled in the warmth of Kokonoi's office, the fireplace set in fire as (Y/N) sniffs a cold under the slanted blankets with her feet cold and dangling out of the fur couch even though Hajime's weighed blanket was too big for her size -she stole it from his bed when she went and grab his credit card earlier.
a sneeze erupting from the spacious room just as the door behind opened. weed monster, entering. "Sanzu! get out before i kill you!" the smell of addiction was enough for her to guess who is it without facing the man.
"i'm already dead, babe. dead inside." the soft footsteps of his follows like a train, the usual loudness being muted from the carpet layered on the floor of the room.
"Shut up, Haruchiyo. 'm not 'n the mood to fuck," she paused with a sneeze. "now get out!"
"we can just fuck the sick away" he sat in the red empty seat besides the girl, placing the contents of his hands down to the glass table in front.
the girl silenced, convincing herself that she doesn't have to deal with his shit right now. her eyes close as her breathing slowly morphs. only for her to hitch when she felt something warm padding against her temples. "Haru" she glares.
"i'm checking your temperature. don't bother speaking, your throat is sore. what happened?"
