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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จ๐œ๐ฎ๐ฌโœฆ
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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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By M1dnightM1st

ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛs ᴛᴏ: blessingstarss

Muichiro had entered his estate, slamming the door behind him with quite the amount of force. As you heard the sudden noise your head immediately looked up towards the direction.    You were sitting down, polishing your swords blade silently. As you saw Muichiro walk through the door, you squinted your eyes a bit as you tried to figure out the expression he had on his face….                                                                             He seemed to be irritated? You couldn’t tell for sure.

It was odd when Muichiro had any expression on his face… So him having a displeased one caused you to get concerned…

“Are you alright..” you asked hesitantly.                You didn’t want to annoy him further then he already was.. He looked up towards you coldly… He paused for a moment as he looked at you. He seemed to be thinking. He let out a sound of displeasure as he walked towards you and sat down at the table.

He sat across from you and stared at you still frowning and his eyebrows tilted downwards.

“Yep he’s angry..” you thought to yourself

You put your sword carefully into its sheath and looked up at Muichiro with an awkward smile. Do you want something to eat? I can make your favorite food..”

“No..” Muichiro said in a growl.

You froze. if you weren’t that worried before….    You definitely were now.“you wanna talk about it?..”

Muichiro scoffed and stood up. He turned away and stormed off towards the hallway. Assuming he’s retreating to his room, you slowly followed after him and watched his door slam shut...

You slowly inched your way to his room and hesitantly knocked…

You received no verbal response. You just heard the stomps of muichiros feet as he paced around his room. You opened his door as you meekly looked through the opening. Muichiro turned his towards you and narrowed his eyes.                  “Can’t you see I’m not in the mood.. go train by yourself today..” he said in a bitter tone. You shook your head and fully walked into his room, closing the door behind you. “Why are you so angry today? Did something happen while you were out on your mission?” You asked with a sympathetic expression.

Muichiro looked towards the ground and let out a long irritated sigh... He closed his eyes and started to remember all the things that had happened over the weeks that lead him up to this point..

“NO NO NO!! THERE IS A DEMON IN THERE ARE YOU BLIND!?” A lady with red hair aggressively screamed at Muichiro.              Muichiro was in a rush and running through various of different villages trying to make it to a small town named “tsurui”                                  While he was running, the red haired lady aggressively stopped him in the middle of his tracks. “A DEMON!?! THERES A DEMON IN MY HOME!” The lady had begged muichiro to go and kill it.

Muichiro reluctantly followed the woman to her home. But to his confusion, the home was perfectly fine.. no demon in sight at all.                      As he tried to leave and continue on his route back to tsurui, the lady continued to go on a crazed tangent. Telling Muichiro how he was wrong and that she was right. Muichiro had finally had enough and aggressively pushed the woman out of his way as he started running again. The lady wailed and screamed after him as he got farther and farther away from the village...

Because of the woman’s interference. Muichiro had arrived much later than anticipated. Because of that, he was greeted with a whole town wiped out.. blood was everywhere. Corpses littered the roads. Not a single survivor in sight…

Muichiro had only one goal left at this point…                 Find the demon and decapitate them. It didn’t take him long to locate the demon, it looked quite weak. It should have been a walk in the park for him. But the demon had an annoying blood demon art, it was able to create powerful winds from its mouth. Because of this, every time Muichiro tried to get close enough to decapitate the demon. He would get blown away, violently flung through the air landing on the other side of the town. The demon would just do the same attack over and over again when Muichiro was so close and about to kill it.

Two hours had passed at this point and Muichiro was getting blown away for the hundredth time.. He was very annoyed at this point and very tired. Muichiro was starting to get used to the feeling of being flung into the air and the impact of him violently hitting the ground.

As he was charging the demon again, he finally got his chance… he was able to dodge the demons wind and while the demon was charging up for another blow, Muichiro sliced its head off like it was a piece of birthday cake..

He watched as the head rolled on the ground and slowly evaporate into the air..                                         Anyone in this moment would be happy and celebrate their victory. But instead….            Muichiro was extremely frustrated with himself. He let a whole town die and took over two hours to defeat a normal demon? He was disappointed with his performance…  no hashira should have this much trouble… he had a tsuguko for crying out loud! How could he train someone while he was like this…

Over the last few weeks he had been under alot pressure and stress, constantly getting difficult missions back to back. And now when he was given an easy mission. He messed it up this bad..                                                     Everything up to this point. The annoying people, hard missions, the people he was letting fall through his fingers.. it all had boiled over…

He couldn’t keep his cool anymore… he just wanted to crawl into a hole and isolate himself from the world.. he swore if he saw another person get in his way, he would go batshit crazy…

But here you are now… extending a hand for him to hold….                                                                              A person to vent too…                                                    Giving him him the opportunity to finally let go of all the stress he had been under these past few weeks. He didn’t understand why you were so stubborn. But he really could care less at this point.. All he could focus on now, was the feeling of your hands on his shoulders, giving him… a massage?

Wait.. what?

As he was thinking about what had happened that day. He didn’t realize he was now sitting on his futon with you behind him, giving him a surprisingly soothing massage. As he started to grapple his surroundings, he hadn’t realized he had told you everything… about the lady with red hair, the annoying demon, the hard missions…

Everything..

He couldn’t deny the feeling of you massaging his shoulders was quite nice, comforting even….            As he was venting outloud he felt the weight on his shoulders slowly release as he felt at tranquility in your care… for the first time, he could finally just take a moment and breathe…

You hummed to yourself as you gently massaged his shoulders while listening to his ongoing rant. When Muichiro had suddenly stopped talking, you raised your eyebrow slightly and softly spoke

“You okay?..”

You felt as Muichiro was leaning more into your touch, as you could tell he was finally starting to feel better… you smiled to yourself.                                 You were successfully able to calm him down!!

When you asked Muichiro if he wanted you to give him a massage, you were surprised that he had actually accepted. He let you grab his shoulders and do what you pleased as he started to tell you everything that had been going on these past few weeks. You listened silently as you had felt Muichiro slowly but surely start to calm down and relax.

It was a bit out of character for him to open up to you like this.. but you happily accepted it with open arms. You were happy he was finally being a little vulnerable around you. You felt that the both of you had finally formed a strong connection that had surpassed just friendship…

Muichiro was staring up at the celling as he felt his vision start to slowly blur… he felt as if he was floating in a pool of water. Finally able to just let everything go... every time he blinked, the harder it got to open his eyes again...

By this point he was completely silent. Enjoying the comfortable silence and warm atmosphere you created. He finally closed his eyes and let himself drift off into a deep slumber, he so desperately needed…

You were surprised when Muichiro had completely lost consciousness and feel on top of you. You smiled as you pulled his head to lay comfortably in your lap.                                             You started to run your fingers through his hair, while watching his face morph into a small smile…

He nuzzled his head into your lap as you continued to play with his hair. You started to feel your face get red at the sight.                                     “I can’t believe this is actually happening!! Is this a dream?” You were mentally freaking out at how cute Muichiro was being. You couldn’t help it! You watched as muichiros hair slowly drifted through your fingers, the peaceful atmosphere felt heavenly...

As you watched Muichiro sleep you slowly felt yourself start to get tired aswell… your hand running through his hair started to slow as your eyes had slowly began to close…

You finally surrendered as you fell back onto muichiros futon letting your body slowly drift out of consciousness… the last thing you remembered was the feeling of Muichiros hand interlock with yours before everything eventually faded to black…

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