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He was overwhelmed, his surrounding while not far off from the usual felt suffocating. Everything heightened by tenfold, and he couldn’t figure out why. Reki was used to situations like this, so why couldn’t he breathe right? He couldn’t figure out why, in the cold of his bedroom past 3am why he couldn’t stop crying. Holding down his choking was difficult enough before he realized his best friend was now sitting up, wide awake, looking at Reki with the biggest pity filled eyes.
Reki was unequivocally in love with Langa Hasegawa.
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Reki doesn’t understand why everyone has been so quick to forgive Adam.
Reki just can’t forgive him like the rest of them. He can’t stop from tensing whenever he sees Adam. He can’t stop from pulling back anytime the man reaches out, or flinching when the man moves too quickly. As it turns out, the more Adam showed up the less Reki did.
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HIATUS 😢
Eren Jaeger is your best friend's brother.
Despite your close-tied friendship with Mikasa, her brother is the last person you would ever converse with.
Acquaintance, would be the word to describe your relationship, hell, maybe even strangers.Your relationship with Eren, or lack thereof, is put to test as you navigate through interactions, conversations, and a good old partner project.
Yet building connections isn't exactly a piece of cake. Certain people may cause rifts along the way, hindering progress of a possible future relationship.
And of course, a fanfic isn't complete unless there is drama along the way.
「𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗔𝗨 𝘁𝗼 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲 𝗔𝗨」
𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 ❤️🔥
Also on Wattpad under the same username.I really hope y’all like this fic!! 😋
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How stupid of him, to think that he needs affection and care when he’s not supposed to have it. No, no, what he needs is to be alone.
The thoughts turn more bitter, until finally he’s not thinking of his pain anymore, he’s just thinking of how infuriating his mother is, trying to comfort him like he’s a little kid again.
He knows it’s wrong. He knows something’s not right with the way he’s thinking about it, but he can’t be bothered to try to interrupt himself with healthy thoughts.
Finally, his mother leaves him with a kiss on the cheek and makes him promise to wake her up if he needs anything else.
No, he thinks, I don’t need anything from anyone.
or: Reki deals with the effects of undiagnosed and untreated PTSD