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โœฆ๐…๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ž๐ž๐ญโœฆ
โœฆ๐‡๐š๐ซ๐ฌ๐ก ๐†๐ซ๐ž๐ž๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌโœฆ
โœฆ๐’๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐†๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ญโœฆ
โœฆ๐ˆ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐จโœฆ
โœฆ๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ง๐ง๐ฒ ๐…๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ โœฆ
โœฆ๐”๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐‚๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆโœฆ
โœฆ๐Ž๐ง๐ž ๐ƒ๐š๐ฒโœฆ
โœฆ๐…๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ข๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐จ...๐‹๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒโœฆ
โœฆ๐‚๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ ๐‚๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐กโœฆ แด˜แด› 1
โœฆ๐’๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซโœฆ แด˜แด› 2
โœฆ๐‚๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐†๐š๐ณ๐ข๐ง๐ โœฆ
โœฆ๐๐š๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐’๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ฌโœฆ โƒษดsา“แดกโƒ
โœฆ๐“๐ก๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ฌโœฆ
โœฆ๐’๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ ๐š๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ซ๐ž๐ซโœฆ โƒสœแด„โƒ
โœฆ๐„๐ง๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐›๐ข๐šโœฆ
โœฆ๐ˆ'๐ ๐›๐ž ๐ก๐จ๐ง๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐โœฆ โƒแด˜แด› 1โƒ
โœฆ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ!โœฆ โƒแด˜แด›2โƒ
โœฆ๐€๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐จ๐ฆ๐ฒโœฆ
โœฆ๐ˆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐š๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ โœฆ
โœฆ๐…๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐š๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒโœฆ
โœฆ๐”๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ๐คโœฆ
โœฆ๐‚๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐๐ž๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐žโœฆ
โœฆ๐€ ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐š๐ง๐โœฆ
โœฆ๐Œ๐ข๐ฑ๐ž๐ ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐š๐ ๐ž๐ฌโœฆ
โœฆ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐š๐ซ๐คโœฆ
โœฆ๐…๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐ณ๐ฒโœฆ โƒแด˜แด› 1โƒ
โœฆ๐…๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐ณ๐ฒโœฆ โƒแด˜แด› 2โƒ
โœฆ๐€ ๐›๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ฅ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐žโœฆ
โœฆ๐“๐š๐ค๐ž ๐š ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญโœฆ
โœฆ๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐œ๐žโœฆ
โœฆ๐€ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐š๐ฅโœฆ
โœฆ๐…๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ง ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌโœฆ
โœฆ๐€๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ฅโœฆ โƒษดsา“แดกโƒ
โœฆ๐๐š๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌโœฆ
โœฆ๐๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ข๐ซโœฆ
โœฆ๐’๐ข๐œ๐ค๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌโœฆ
โœฆ๐‘๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ฉ๐š๐ญ๐œ๐ก ๐ข๐ง ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐žโœฆ
โœฆ๐ƒ๐ข๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ก๐š๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌโœฆ
โœฆ๐‡๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐จโœฆ
โœฆ๐‚๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐โœฆ
โœฆ๐…๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ ๐œ๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ๐งโœฆ
โœฆ๐’๐š๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโœฆ
โœฆ๐‡๐จ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌโœฆ โƒษดsา“แดกโƒ
โœฆ๐€ ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐žโœฆ
โœฆ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐š'๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž?!โœฆ
โœฆ๐Ž๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐š๐ฆ๐ข ๐œ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐›โœฆ
โœฆ๐’๐š๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ข'๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐จโœฆโƒแด˜แด› 1โƒ
โœฆ๐’๐š๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ข'๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐จโœฆโƒแด˜แด› 2โƒ
โœฆ๐€๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐งโœฆ
โœฆ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ž, ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ง๐จ๐ญโœฆ
โœฆ๐…๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐…๐š๐ข๐ง๐ญโœฆ
โœฆ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐Œ๐š๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐งโœฆ
โœฆ๐Œ๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐”๐ฉโœฆ
โœฆ๐–๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐š ๐‡๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐žโœฆโƒษดsา“แดกโƒ
โœฆ๐‰๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌโœฆ
โœฆ๐‚๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐๐ฌโœฆ
โœฆ๐–๐ก๐ฒ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ?โœฆ โƒแด˜แด› 1โƒ
โœฆ๐–๐ก๐ฒ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ?โœฆโƒแด˜แด› 2โƒ
โœฆ๐“๐ก๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฆโœฆ
โœฆ๐‘๐ข๐ฏ๐š๐ฅ๐ซ๐ฒโœฆ
โœฆ๐”๐ง๐ข๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ฆโœฆ
โœฆ๐“๐ž๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐‹๐ข๐š๐ซโœฆ
โœฆ๐‡๐ข๐ฌ ๐‚๐ซ๐จ๐ฐโœฆ
โœฆ๐€๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐žโœฆ
โœฆ๐†๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฉโœฆ
โœฆ๐๐ซ๐š๐ข๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐‡๐š๐ข๐ซโœฆ
โœฆ๐–๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโœฆ
โœฆ๐ƒ๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐›๐ž๐ฒโœฆ โƒษดsา“แดกโƒ
โœฆ๐ˆ๐ง๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž๐โœฆ
โœฆ๐‹๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎโœฆ
โœฆ๐“๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ โœฆ
โœฆ๐“๐ซ๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐’๐š๐ค๐žโœฆ
โœฆ๐‡๐ข๐ฌ ๐…๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒโœฆ
โœฆ๐Œ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐จ๐โœฆ
โœฆ๐“๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโœฆ
โœฆ๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ญโœฆ
โœฆ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโœฆ
โœฆ๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐žโœฆ
โœฆ๐‡๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค ๐‡๐ž๐ฅ๐ฉโœฆ
โœฆ๐…๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Š๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌโœฆ
โœฆ๐‹๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซโœฆ
โœฆ๐€๐œ๐œ๐ข๐๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ฅ ๐Œ๐ž๐ž๐ญ-๐ฎ๐ฉโœฆ
โœฆ๐„๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌโœฆ
โœฆ๐‰๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฒ, ๐‰๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฒโœฆ
โœฆ๐‚๐ฎ๐๐๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌโœฆ
โœฆ๐€๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ž๐ž๐ฉโœฆ
โœฆ๐๐ž๐ญโœฆ
โœฆ๐’๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐ฒโœฆ
โœฆ๐‚๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐คโœฆ
โœฆ๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌโœฆ
โœฆ๐…๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐“๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญโœฆ
โœฆ๐“๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐žโœฆ
โœฆ๐’๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐‘๐ž๐ฌ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐œ๐žโœฆ
โœฆ๐”๐ง๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ ๐“๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌโœฆ
โœฆ๐ˆ๐ง๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ง๐žโœฆ
โœฆ๐”๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐’๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ซ๐š ๐“๐ซ๐ž๐ž๐ฌโœฆ
โœฆ๐๐ž ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ž๐ฑ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž, ๐ˆ๐๐ข๐จ๐ญ..!โœฆ
โœฆ๐’๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ ๐…๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐€๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž..โœฆ
โœฆ๐‚๐š๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญโœฆ โƒษดsา“แดกโƒ
โœฆ๐€ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐‘๐ž๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐โœฆ
โœฆ๐๐จ๐›๐จ๐๐ฒ ๐„๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ˆ'๐ ๐‘๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐‡๐š๐ฏ๐žโœฆ
โœฆ๐€๐œ๐œ๐ข๐๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ฅ ๐‘๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐งโœฆ
โœฆ๐†๐ž๐ญ-๐ญ๐จ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซโœฆ
โœฆ๐†๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐‚๐ก๐š๐ฆ๐ฉ๐š๐ ๐ง๐žโœฆ
โœฆ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐›๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ƒ๐ฎ๐จโœฆ
โœฆ๐’๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐’๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐ซ ๐’๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐„๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ž?โœฆ
โœฆ๐๐ข๐š๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐“๐จ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐‡๐ž๐ซโœฆ
โœฆ๐€ ๐†๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐งโœฆ
โœฆ๐€ ๐๐ข๐ญ ๐‚๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฒ ๐“๐จ๐๐š๐ฒโœฆ
โœฆ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Ž๐ซ๐๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐Ÿ..๐‡๐จ๐ญ ๐’๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ..?โœฆโƒsสŸษชษขสœแด› ษดsา“แดกโƒ
โœฆ๐…๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌโœฆ โƒแด˜แด› 1โƒ
โœฆ๐…๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌโœฆ โƒแด˜แด› 2โƒ
โœฆ๐…๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌโœฆ โƒแด˜แด› 3โƒ
โœฆ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž'๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐š ๐“๐ข๐ฆ๐žโœฆ
โœฆ๐‡๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐๐ž๐ฐ ๐˜๐ž๐š๐ซโœฆ โƒแด€/ษดโƒ
โœฆ๐€ ๐Š๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐’๐ญ๐ž๐š๐ฅโœฆ
โœฆ๐ƒ๐š๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐€๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐ˆ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌโœฆ โƒสœแด„โƒ
โœฆ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Œ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐จ๐ซโœฆ
โœฆ๐…๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌโœฆ
โœฆ๐‚๐ฎ๐๐๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐”๐ฉโœฆ
โœฆ๐‘๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฒ ๐ƒ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌโœฆ
โœฆ๐…๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐š๐ฅโœฆ
โœฆ๐Ž๐ฎ๐ญ ๐Ž๐ง ๐š ๐ƒ๐š๐ญ๐žโœฆ
โœฆ๐‚๐ฎ๐๐๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐Š๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌโœฆ
โœฆ๐‚๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐ž๐ซโœฆ โƒสœแด„โƒ
โœฆ๐†๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌโœฆ
โœฆ๐๐ฆ๐ฌโœฆ
โœฆ๐๐จ๐ฒ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐ ๐“๐ž๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฌโœฆ
โœฆ๐„๐ฑ๐œ๐ž๐ฉ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐งโœฆ
โœฆ๐’๐จ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐žโœฆ
โœฆ๐Œ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข'๐ฌ ๐“๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐จโœฆ โƒสœแด„โƒ
โœฆ๐‚๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฒโœฆ
โœฆ๐…๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐žโœฆ
โœฆ๐‡๐ข๐ฌ ๐’๐ฆ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐„๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ฌโœฆ
โœฆ๐ˆ ๐’๐ฐ๐ž๐š๐ซโœฆ โƒษดsา“แดกโƒ
โœฆ๐ƒ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐กโœฆ โƒสœแด„โƒ
โœฆ๐™๐จ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญโœฆ
โœฆ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌโœฆ
โœฆ๐’๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฌโœฆ โƒสœแด„โƒ
โœฆ๐Ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค๐ž๐โœฆ
โœฆ๐„๐ฑ๐ก๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐โœฆ
โœฆ๐’๐ฅ๐ž๐ž๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐‡๐ž๐š๐โœฆ โƒสœแด„โƒ
โœฆ๐‡๐ข๐ฌ ๐‹๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐žโœฆ โƒแด˜แด› 1โƒ
โœฆ๐‡๐ข๐ฌ ๐‹๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐žโœฆ โƒแด˜แด› 2โƒ
โœฆ๐‡๐ข๐ฌ ๐‹๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž โœฆ โƒแด˜แด› 3โƒ
โœฆ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ƒ๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐‡๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐‡๐ข๐๐žโœฆ
โœฆ๐‡๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐๐š๐ฒโœฆ
โœฆ ๐•๐š๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ฌ ๐ƒ๐š๐ฒ โœฆ
โœฆ๐๐š๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ ๐’๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ฌโœฆ
โœฆ๐†๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐–๐ข๐ง๐โœฆ
โœฆ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐„๐ง๐โœฆ ๐€/๐ง & ๐ฉ๐ข๐œ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ
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โœฆ๐…๐จ๐œ๐ฎ๐ฌโœฆ

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By M1dnightM1st

ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛs ᴛᴏ: unofficialmuilover

Being the Mist Pillar's Tsuguko, there are a lot of traits before you would be considered as one.

Pure determination to eradicate all demons, undeniable strength, Patience and most important of all, focus.

You have all the traits, except for one. It's a wonder how you became his tsuguko.

Today, you and Muichiro were supposed to have early training, but you are now running late due to a few distractions along the way.

"White or Black, mmm" You contemplated, holding the two hair bows in each of your hands. You were in a hurry on your way to The Mist Hashira's Estate but you got sidetracked when your eyes caught the small cart selling hair bow ties.

"Why don't you buy them both Miss? They both look good on you." The young lady said, you eyed the seller, checking out whether she was telling the truth or just wanted to sell them both.

It took you long enough to decide: white or black? White is cute, but it can easily get dirty. The black one is cute too, but you already have one. You contemplated for a while, and in the end, you decided to buy a dark blue hair bow tie instead.

You arrived in the Mist Hashira's Estate late, you were breathing heavily as you try to catch your breath. "I'm sorry I'm late" you said to the Hashira who was looking at you unamused.

"What's new? You're always late" he grumbles, standing up, grasping his katana before looking at you intently  "What is it this time?"

"I..uh..I.. was feeling sick and I woke up late" You lied, Muichiro will scold you again if he finds out you were late over something not important.

He got mad at you when one time he caught you playing around the flower field instead of training. "You're supposed to be training not playing, stop wasting time!"

He examined your features, looking for any signs of sickness. "You're not sick" he said plainly. "You bought a hair bow" he stated, mint-green eyes bore into your now wide eyes. "What? How could you possibly notice that?!" You exclaim, you were not expecting him to notice it.

"It's called paying attention Y/n! As a demon slayer and as my tsuguko, you should know that paying attention to your surroundings is vital part of being a slayer." Muichiro started to lecture you, again.

"You should be ready at all times. How would you be able to detect demons if you are not paying attention,Y/n! You shouldn't...." Muichiro's words muffled out as soon as you saw the blue butterfly fly around in his back. You were captivated by its beauty that you forgot about Muichiro's lecture.

Muichiro took notice of this, following your gaze, he spot the butterfly you were looking for. "REALLY Y/N?!" Muichiro exasperated, his loud voice boomed in the area, making you snap you back into reality.

Your eyes widen as you look at Muichiro, red face, veins almost popping, mint-green eyes glaring at you. He is mad --- mad.

"I'm..." Just right when you were about to apologize. Muichiro cut you off.

"Just right when I'm lecturing you about the importance of paying attention. You are not listening! You rather watch a butterfly than listen to what I say! This is not time to waste my time." He angrily spat, each words laced with venom.

"We are at war here Y/n! I don't need you playing around and wasting my time. It's either you grow up or quit the demon slayer corp." Muichiro's harsh words broke you. You lower your head to hide your tears threatening to fall. "I'm sorry Muichiro-san" you whisper, your lips quivering as you try to stop yourself from crying out there.

"Practice your sword swinging! I'd better not see you playing around" Muichiro scoffed as he walked out on you.

You nodded softly and started to train by yourself the whole day.

The sun is about to set and you were still upset with him because he raised his voice at you over a butterfly, which was petty. 'I'm still young' you angrily uttered to yourself while fiercely wielding your wooden sword against the tree, letting out your anger there.

"Don't I get to enjoy over little things? I am capable enough to slay demons while enjoying little things" you uttered, glaring at the tree in front of you.

You understand where Muichiro is coming from. He is also young, the same age as you, but he became a slayer at the younger age. He became a hashira at the young age, forcing himself to grow up for the sake of people around him.

You were saddened at the thought of it. "It's not his fault" you muttered softly. You were sweating a lot and decided to rest a bit when you stepped on a mimosa plant.

"Wow" you were in awe when the little leaves started to close upon contact.

You sit down on the ground, eyes looking at them in amazement as you touch the other part of the leaves and they instantly close again.

Your ears perk up at the sound of his footsteps. You immediately scramble up, quickly apologizing as he once again cut you playing around.

"I'm sorry Muichiro-san," you bow as you apologize.

Muichiro notices your features: your eyes are red from your frustrated tears and your hair is a mess from constantly running your fingers through your hair in frustration.

His eyes soften at the sight of you, he was harsh earlier and he felt bad.

"I should be apologizing. I should have been careful with my words" Muichiro murmured softly. You eyes widened slightly. He never apologize before. This is the first.

"I should be sorry, I should have paid more attention Muichiro-san" You quickly remark, looking at him sincerely.

"I should have been more patient, I'll try my best to be more understanding" He said. "Truce?"

You smiled at him, "Truce"

Just in time, both of your crows are squawking loudly, giving the mission for both of you.

"So we're on a mission together" You said, beaming at him. He nod at you, "Fix your hair first and let's go" he muttered before he started walking.

You blush slightly, 'Muichiro saw you as a mess" you thought to yourself before catching up to him. You tied your hair back in a ponytail and attached the hair bow to it.

It was expected that you will face a kizuki but what you didn't anticipate is that there will be two of them.

"Fall back!" Muichiro yelled. He didn't anticipate it either that there will be two of them. If he had known, he wouldn't have let you come with him. He needed to protect you, thus making you retreat and back away.

"No! We are on this together!" You yelled back, not taking your eyes off from the demon in front of you, standing on your ground, heightening your senses, anticipating their next move.

You heard the demon on your left leap off the ground and about to pounce on you. You quickly dodge the attack, but Muichiro, who was looking at you, shouting, didn't notice the other demon's incoming attack on him.

It's filthy hand land a hit on his chest, enough to put damage on him but you managed to cut its arms off. You stood in front of him, your back facing him as you glare at the demons in front of you "I thought pay attention to your surroundings?!" You snapped at him.

You took a quick peek at his chest to see blood oozing out. That made you snap.

"I'll fucking end you" You growled at the demon who dared to hurt Muichiro. You control your breathing, to increase your stamina. You went for a strike, Muichiro tried to help as much as he could, inflicting damage to slow them down. He used his breathing technique to temporarily hide you in the mist.

He watches as you elegantly sever their head with your own breathing style, with the help of his breathing techniques, you managed to do it. He felt silly, he was worried as hell, thinking that he needed to protect you because you always lose your focus, but tonight, you just proved to him that you are capable enough.

You smiled at him, as you walked over to him, "ha, 'pay attention to your surroundings'" you teased him and before he could answer, you gasp as you notice the fireflies around.

"They're so pretty" you squeal, you could see in your peripheral vision that he was shaking his head at you as you ran towards the fireflies.

///

"That's one of my favourite memory of you dad" You told to your twins as you tell them a bed time story.

"You're so cool mom" One of your twins said, his mint-green eyes, the same features as their father's shines in amazement as they stare at you.

You chuckled at them, tucking them in bed. "What about your least favourite memory mom?" You paused at their question. Your heart breaking at the thought of it. You smiled at your twins to hide your pain. "What about you both sleep first and that's another night for story to tell? Mmm?" You said to them.

"But moooom" Your twin whined, it was a good thing that his older brother, scolded him, "let's go to sleep, let mom go  "

"Okay, Good night mommy"

"Good Night mom"

"Goodnight too, sweetdreams" You said to them sweetly, kissing both of their foreheads before heading back to your room.

You let out a shaky breath you were holding, your memories of him being stab was still fresh.

It was the final battle, facing off the upper moon one demon. The audacity he had to tell you over and over again to pay attention to your surroundings but he kept all his attention to you. You were capable enough. Why must he worry about you? The upper moon went to attack you, his sword landing a deep slash on your upper arm, if you weren't quick enough, he would've successfully cut your arm off. 

Muichiro was enraged, he went to face him off alone but the moment he heard your small whimper of pain, he diverted his attention to you for a second. That second alone was enough to cut his arm off. 

"Muichiro" You yelled, wincing in pain as you push yourself to stand up, the upper one had completely worn you out. 

You watched as the upper demon stab him, making you see bright red. 

Your eyes welled up in tears as you recall that event. You blamed yourself for being weak. If only Muichiro didn't pay attention to you. He wouldn't have gotten  hurt. He was hurt and you couldn't protect him like he did for you.

You are truly sorry and you'll keep apologising for it

"Love?" A voice called out to you from behind before his arm wrapped around you, you turned around to hug him, "I'm sorry Mui" you murmured softly.

You felt him kiss your head before asking you, "what for?" He murmured, swaying the both of you as he held you.

"For not keeping you safe" you mumbled in his neck as you nuzzle your head in.

"That again?" He said, "You know I don't regret anything." He assures you.

"But ---" he cut you off with a swift kiss. "Shhhh shut up" he whisper sofly. "I love you" "I love you too".

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