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Karizzsu
He places one hand on your waist while the other pushes the hair out of your face, letting him observe your eyes, “I can give you a kiss or we can talk about it over some food?”, to which you joke and answer “both in that order please”. A soft kiss is placed on your forehead before he orders your fave takeaway (last time he cooked he got distracted watching tik toks and burnt the food), and you spend the night talking and talking, not just about what’s wrong but about anything and everything, Karasu loved hearing you speak and he wishes he could hear your voice every single second of every single day. Any time words became too much he would strengthen his grip on your hand and speak for you, reassuring you that in his arms you were safe and that he would stay up all night just to listen to what you had to say.