It seems at the moment that I have dug myself a grave.
Recently I've been plagued by a lot of anxiety and it's so great because where I was going to go from the last chapter... Well, thinking of Hitoshi's situation puts me in a very anxious or panic attack-ish mood (No not like I would have an actual panic attack. I just get the awful feeling in my stomach.) so I haven't been able to continue writing because it's really hard to write about something that makes you want to cry.
Do not fear, because I don't see there being an instance where I completely stop writing for this story. It just might take a long while, and I forgive you if you become disinterested with the story or simply annoyed by my lack of updating.
I hope you find other stories/past times to enjoy ^-^
(Don't be worried about my anxiety. I don't know why any of you would but it should get better. I may see a doctor about it -Which scares the life out of me- and perhaps when -if- they tell me my anxiety is just hormones or shyness that will pass I will become more stable.)
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"Takashi's Type" Host ~ Takashi x Reader / Mori x Reader
Fanfiction*edit* No more updates. Please enjoy what I was able to write. ~A Takashi/Mori x Reader~ You are Hitoshi Y/l/n, a girl with a boy's name. It means Tolerant. Who knew your Dad would have picked the most befitting name for you. No one but you...
