PLEASE READ THE A/N AT THE VERY BEGINNING!
REWRITING!
previously known as : how was it future me?
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❝ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃᵏᵉˢ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵒᵉᵗˢ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵈⁱᵉ
ⁱ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐʸ ᵇᵉˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ, ⁿᵉⁱᵗʰᵉʳ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ
ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷⁱⁿᵈᵉʳᵐᵉʳᵉ ᵖᵉᵃᵏˢ ˡᵒᵒᵏ...
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(so i've kind of icked myself out and made myself uncomfortable remembering how i included self-harm in this story.. LOL. it WILL be mentioned again but only when somebody sees them, she won't be doing that anymore. btw i have struggled lightly with it before so it's not me being insensitive trust, i'm just not comfortable with it anymore <3)
NOW, THE WATER HASHIRA CERTAINLY HADN'T INTENDED TO KICK YOU IN THE NECK.
it wasn't his fault, why on earth were you on the ground anyway?
but as he looked down, concern etched over his features in a slight twinge.
there was already a light bruise forming on your neck, and you looked a little bit early.
he crossed his arms, frowning.
has she really been homeless this whole time..? ever since i kicked her out..?
he couldn't help but feel mildly guilty. you had been, seemingly, nice to him, and he had just kicked you right out and forced you into homelessness. and it seems you had found a homeless dog who was sleeping on his back, completely manspreading before him.
so, he only sighed out lightly before picking you up into his arms and advancing towards his estate.
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