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Ishimaru x ReaderYou were in the kitchen, looking for something to eat. You've been so busy suspecting everyone of being a killer that you completely forgot to eat lunch. While you were raiding the fridge, you heard someone come in. You looked up to see a flushed Ishimaru.
"Hey Ishimaru! What's up?" you casually questioned while getting (F/D) out of the fridge and placing it on the counter. When you looked back at the red eyed boy, you saw that he was awkwardly leaning on the tide of the counter, cheek in his palm and his face almost the same shade as his eyes. You tilted your head when he started to quietly stutter.
Suddenly, he locked his eyes with yours and gave you a charming smile. "I forgot my library card, but can I check you out?" he said coyly and gave you a wink. You blushed heavily and just as you went to reply he got sweaty and had this terrified look on his face. "I-I would never actually forget my library card! It's on me at all times! I'm sorry for lying I'm such a horrible person I'm so
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There are Spoilers If you didn't saw Chapter 4 ;v;
Now definitively I'm all alone...'
Your only friend in this hell, this hell that that thing named Monokuma had trapped you with another 16 students... just to entertain himself... with this sick murdering 'game'... had been... murdered... just about a 25 hours ago.
The victim... was Chihiro Fujisaki...
...Unknown at the moment...
You paused the thoughts... your vision started to blur with tears, anger and sadness invading every inch in your head.
Chihiro was like your little brother, the only one you trusted, the only one you knew well, the only one who could calm you when you had sudden break downs because of this sick place... and vice-verse. You were the only one who knew his secret.
You two were THAT close.
There is nothing.
--- Flashback ---
Opening the door.
Your breath instantly hitched.
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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