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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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› 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
โœฆ๐€/๐ง + ๐ฉ๐ข๐œ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌโœฆ

โœฆ๐’๐š๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ข'๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐จโœฆโƒแด˜แด› 1โƒ

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De M1dnightM1st

ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛs ᴛᴏ: blessingstarss

You looked out the window as you laid inside the butterfly mansion, you had recently gotten a bit injured on a mission. It was nothing serious, just a few broken ribs. You’ve had worse before, so it didn’t really effect you.

As you laid there, you looked at the other patients that were next to you. Most were reading, sleeping, some even having some conversations with each other.

As you looked around, you noticed a pretty boy staring off into space, seemingly in his own little world. As you stared at him, you started to try and remember if you had met him before…

“He looks familiar..” you thought to yourself. You couldn’t quite put your finger on why. As you were shamelessly staring, Muichiro had noticed and looked at you while you both started to have a silent staring contest.

As you had finally awoken from your thoughts and came back to reality, you noticed the staring contest you had intentionally started. You immediately started to blush and look away shyly. You started to play with your hair as you nervously avoided his confused gaze. “Why did i do that!! So embarrassing..”

The next morning had swiftly arrived…                  You and the others were eating breakfast. As you ate, you couldn’t help but keep occasionally looking at the boy from yesterday. His hair was long and straight. It was a pretty color, his eyes were pretty too. Though they had an empty look to them. “Why can’t I get him out of my head!!”

You couldn’t stop thinking about him, you didn’t get why you had suddenly gotten so fixated on him. You decided to make the first move and try to talk to him.

“Hello!” You said with a shy smile. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m (name)” you awkwardly smiled as you watched him stare blankly back at you.

“Hi..” he said unamused.

“Not much of a talker…” you thought to yourself.       Even though you hadn’t gotten a strong reaction, you stayed optimistic and over the next few days. You constantly tried to start conversations with him.

“I like your eyes”

“What rank are you in the demon slayer core?”

“Do you wanna train together?”

Muichiro had always just stared back at you coldly, you would be lucky if you even got an answer. You had started to give up, until one faithful day.

Muichiro would often sit alone in shinobus office. He would always end up wandering there out of luck, it had become a safe space for him in a way. Nobody would be there and it was nice and quiet.

As he found himself walking into her office again, he saw you sleeping peacefully.                         “Who’s that?..” he thought to himself. He walked and sat down next to you, studying your face as he had gotten some paper out…

He would usually make some paper planes and other things out of paper in his free time, he found it relaxing.                                                           He slowly folded a paper airplane and threw it at your face. He watched as your face would scrunch up in discomfort. He found it surprisingly entertaining and started to make more planes and throw them at your face.

You slowly opened your eyes as you had felt your face get hit by something soft but very.. pointy?     As you slowly grasped your surroundings. You saw the boy you’ve been obsessed with, right infront of you! “Is that a paper airplane in his hand?”

You quickly sat up as you looked at him in a flustered state. “U-um hi..” you said awkwardly.

“Good morning..” he said plainly

Your eyes widened, that was the longest response yet!? “What are you doing with that?” You asked pointing at the paper airplane.                      “Throwing it at you..” he said while throwing the one in his hand right into your face.

You let out a sound of surprise and looked up at Muichiro in disbelief. “How did you make that!?”

He looked at you and tilted his head to the side. “Like this..” he grabbed another piece of paper and swiftly made another paper airplane.

“Woah!! That’s so cool!” You said with a bright smile. “Can you make anything else?”

Muichiro nodded slowly.

Muichiro had started to show you millions of other things he could make. You both had spent the whole day messing with paper in shinobus office.

A few hours had passed when Shinobu opened her door to go into her office, and was greeted by her office, absolutely flooded with papers and different origami pieces around the room. She watched as you and Muichiro were sitting in a stack of paper, both sleeping peacefully on top of the pile.

You both had a big talking to when you guys woke up…

After that ordeal, Muichiro had finally started to talk to you more. He would actually engage and give his input when you tried to start conversations with him.

When you both finally recovered and were ready to go on missions, Muichiro had told you that he would keep contact and exchange letters with you.

And much to your surprise, he did!

You had learned of his hashira status and amnesia over the time you both exchanged letters.           After every letter you received, you felt your heart beat quicken and your face become a dark shade of red.                                                                            You knew what these signs meant of course… you weren’t sure if Muichiro would ever return your feelings, but you stayed optimistic and held out hope!

Sanemi would watch your face form into excitement whenever you had received a new letter from a crow…                                                                           now that he thinks about it.. you have been getting many letters lately…                                         

As he saw the same crow he’d been seeing you get your letters from, come with yet another letter. He grabbed it as it was flying away and started to interrogate it..

“WHO DO YOU SERVE!!” He screamed angrily trying to intimidate it.

“T-TOKITO M-Mui-!?” Sanemi had heard enough and immediately stormed up to your room, slamming the door open…

“who have you been exchanging letter with?..” he with an intimidating look on his face and oddly calm tone..

“Ummmm… a friend..” you said as you started to blush and sweat, nervously smiling at sanemi..

“Sounds like more then “just a friend” to me..” he said raising an eyebrow at your reaction..

“ummm..” you said with a nervous chuckle

“DO YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND!?”

“WHAT!? N-NO!”

Meanwhile at the mist estate ☺️

Muichiro sat down at his desk as he had read your response with a small smile. Over the few months you both had been exchanging letters, he had started feeling the same symptoms you have been feeling..

He though, sadly didn’t know a thing about love or emotions, so the person he had thought of going to was. No other then the most emotional person he knew, the love piller!!

He stood infront of her doorstep and knocked on her door.

Mitsuri opened the door, being greeted by Muichiro at the door.                                         “Toktio? Hello! What brings you here” mitsuri said with a kind smile..

“ I need help..” he said bluntly

“Oh? Come in..” mitsuri said with a look of concern form on her face.

Muichiro and mitsuri sat together as they had started the long conversation about love….            Muichiro ate the sakura mochi mitsuri had gave him as he told her about you, and the feelings he had started to feel.

“OH MY GOD!?!? MUICHIRO I THINK YOUR IN LOVE!!” Mitsuri said jumping up and down in excitement.

“I am?” Muichiro asked with blush start to decorate his features

“YES YES YES!!” Mitsuri said as she picked up Muichiro and begun to spin him around. “IM SO HAPPY FOR YOUUUU!!” She screamed outloud

“What should I do..” Muichiro asked with a slightly nervous expression.

“Well… you should.. KYAAA!!! HOLD HER HAND!!! THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE, OH AND GIFTS! GIFTS GIFTS GIFTS!!! GIRLS LOVE GIFTSS” mitsuri said while pacing around her room frantically as she spoke.

She continued on and on, telling Muichiro about how to confess, what gifts to buy, how to hold hands…

Muichiro had successfully left her estate with the information he needed and a pounding headache in the process...

You and Muichiro had decided to hangout at a park together. Sanemi reluctantly watched as you left the wind estate, with a big smile on your face. He crossed his arms in a childish manner and pouted as he watched you disappear out of his sight.

“Hi toktio! S-sorry I’m late..” you said extremely flustered and playing with your hair anxiously.

“It’s okay (name)..” he said with a soft look in his face.

You both started to walk around the park doing different activities together. Gathering flowers, cloud gazing, you even let your crows meet eachother. Which went terribly….                                But you both were still having fun, and that’s all that mattered.

                                                                                           As you and Muichiro were running around the park. He suddenly remembered what mitsuri had told him and grabbed your hand and held it!?              You immediately blushed a bright red and tripped clumsy. Before you hit the floor, Muichiro had caught you, helping you up with a concerned look on his face

“Are you okay (name)? Your face is really red..” he said furrowing his brows together.

“I-im okay..” you said while you had become completely red head to toe.

After that embarrassing interaction, you and Muichiro sat in the grass as you began to show him how to make a flower crown.                                “Here Muichiro..” you said putting your finished crown on his head. “You look pretty with it...” you said shyly smiling, looking away from his gaze.

“Oh that reminds me..” he said suddenly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pretty hair ornament. “I got you this (name)..” he said in a slightly shy tone, you’ve never heard him use before.                                                                                  “I thought you would like it..” he said as he put it in your hair…

“(name)?”

You were completely unresponsive as you turned as red as a tomato.                                                       “I-i love i-it!!” You studdered out quickly, starting to anxiously play with your hair again.

Up high in a nearby tree, Sanemi grumbled insults and curses towards Muichiro to himself as he watched the pair sitting in the grass..

“Stupid kid… how dare he-“

“Hi Shinazugawa! What are doing here??” A voice suddenly said behind him.

Sanemi nearly fell out the tree as he quickly turned around, seeing a very excited mitsuri behind him.

“Oh my god!!! Are you watching them too??” Mitsuri said in a whisper scream.

“N-no…” sanemi muttered defensively.

“You totally were!!” Mitsuri said teasingly as she started to giggle.

“Move out of the way! I wanna see them too!!..” mitsuri said as she shoved sanemi to the side as she looked down at you and Muichiro in awe.

“They are so cute!” She said fangirling to herself.

“Don’t be ridiculous..” sanemi grumbled out as he looked down at the both of you aswell.                          “If he does one wrong move, his head will be on a stick..” sanemi said with a dangerous aura start to form around him..

Back on the grass, you and Muichiro still sat together, looking up at the clouds, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.                                                   

“I feel threatened..” Muichiro said suddenly.               You tilted your head to the side “I wonder why… well It’s probably nothing anyway, you wanna go get something to eat, I’m hungry”

“Sure let’s go..” Muichiro said as he helped you you up from the grass.

“Thank you, let’s go- ah!?” You suddenly dripped again and landed right on your face.

Muichiro let out a sigh and helped you up from the floor again, seeing your extremely embarrassed expression.                                       “Your quite clumsy..” he said bluntly.                            “Sorry..” you said in a flustered whisper

“It’s okay..” he paused for a moment…“It’s cute..”

“WHAT?!!”

You and Muichiro quickly started to look around for what caused the sudden scream.               “What was that?” You said puzzled. “That kinda sounded like sanemi..” you thought to yourself..               “Hm.. I don’t know, let’s just go.” Muichiro said as he started to pull you away from the park by your hand.

“Shut up!?” Mitsuri said holding sanemi down, covering his mouth.

“You almost got us caught!!!!” She said in a whisper scream. “Aw man… you made them leave!!”

“What!? Their leaving!?” Sanemi said, muffled by Mitsuris hand still over his mouth.

“Get off me!? We have to follow them!?” Sanemi said getting out of Mitsuris strong grip and jumping out of the tree, “wait for me!!” Mitsuri called out as she swiftly started to follow sanemi in his pursuit. 

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