20 Works by ramuda
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“Ichi-nii..” Saburo mumbles as Ichiro pats his head, and he feels like he’s been blessed by god himself.
[NOT INCEST. DONT READ IF YOU ARE GOING TO TAKE IT AS SUCH.]
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“I’m not human, but I’m not a ghost either.”
“Then what are you?”
“I guess you’ll have to find that out for yourself.”
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Banri does think with his dick before his brain.
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Fuck that blondie. (Not literally.)
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They say that once a routine happens three times in a row it becomes a habit. Maybe that’s why Saburo got so used to hiding behind narcissistic quips.
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His grip on Banri’s forearm tightens, and his facade is shattered.
So much for being a flawless actor.
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I’m not sure of how you feel about me, but these sweet words and traps keep me hanging on just enough.
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Mao gazes in the mirror.
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Cotton Candy doesn’t know how to describe her feelings, her words melting to mush along with her heart.
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It starts small.
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The light turns on and Hanamaru forgets about the light switch, the spotlight illuminating the only thing she needed to see in the room.
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The silhouette of Kazumi’s fingers dragging down his arm still light a fire upon Ryuga’s skin; their touch long gone but somehow not foreign.
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If you spend your whole life dreading death, what kind of life do you live?
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Neither of them know how to express their feelings.
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Tori is left with only the sound of his beating heart ringing in his ears.
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The ocean left him calm, its soothing embrace taking his whole body in.
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Dia was the most beautiful thing You had ever seen. She was unique, rare, truly her name was a testament to how stunning she was.
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A collection of spellbooks build up on the floor, the worn leather creating a carpet on the dirty wooden floor.
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Everything was just, so annoying.
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Izumi watched the leaves fall, lonely, lonely, as he sat and waited for the sound of a voice besides his own.