DONT STOP TALKING ABOUT PALESTINE! DONT STOP TAKING ABOUT GAZA!

𝑾𝑨𝑰𝑻, 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻?

𝘔𝘐𝘡𝘜 𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘜𝘙𝘕𝘚 𝘛𝘖 𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘛

𝘔𝘐𝘡𝘜 𝘟 𝘖𝘊

𝘊𝘞: 𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘕 𝘛𝘠𝘗𝘐𝘊𝘈𝘓 𝘝𝘐𝘖𝘓𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌, 𝘛𝘌𝘌𝘕𝘠 𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘠 𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘚𝘛, 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘙𝘌𝘍𝘌𝘙𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌𝘋 𝘏𝘖𝘔𝘖𝘗𝘏𝘖𝘉𝘐𝘈, 𝘓𝘐𝘓 𝘉𝘐𝘛 𝘖𝘍 𝘋𝘝, 𝘖𝘊 𝘐𝘚 𝘈 𝘠𝘌𝘈𝘙 𝘖𝘓𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘕 𝘔𝘐𝘡𝘜, 𝘏𝘌/𝘏𝘐𝘔 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘕𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘚 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘔𝘐𝘡𝘜 𝘜𝘚𝘌𝘋 𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌 𝘖𝘕𝘊𝘌, 𝘔𝘐𝘡𝘜'𝘚 𝘈 𝘓𝘐𝘛𝘛𝘓𝘌 𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘍𝘜𝘚𝘌𝘋, 𝘙𝘌𝘍𝘌𝘙𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌𝘋 𝘔𝘐𝘒𝘐𝘖

𝘞𝘊: 1,419

𝘔.𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

mizu had been away in london for two and a half years. with the help of abijah fowler, she’d located the other two men she spent so much time looking for. the last two men that could have potentially put her on this godforsaken earth.

she killed all three of them in one fell swoop.

as she stood on the boat taking her home, she couldn’t help but think about what awaited her. how was everyone doing? did akemi and taigen ever work it out? where was ringo? how was swordfather holding up? how was yui?

as yui came to mind, mizu felt her stomach drop slowly but surely.

yui.

mizu’s closest friend. her longest friend. the reason mizu spent so many nights of this four year journey restless. yui plagued the woman’s mind like death.

the two met shortly after mizu began living with master eiji. yui would periodically bring fresh fruits and vegetables for the old man to have. yui, only seven at the time, was so fascinated by the kid, she couldn’t help but want to be around all the time.

now, she was twenty-six. mizu left right after yui turned twenty-two, being twenty-one herself. compared to the fifteen years they’d known each other beforehand, four years wasn’t long, and they saw each other briefly just before mizu’s impromptu trip to find the white men. to be apart from someone you’d grown up with, though, someone who’d been like an extension of you, was like missing a part of you.

if nothing else, i hope she’s happy… wherever she is.

the journey was long, but after five and a half months at sea and three weeks of land travel, mizu stood in front of the small hut she grew up in.

dressed in her very old kimono and very tattered pants, her hair tied back in her typical ponytail, mizu felt stuck in place.

what if no one’s home?

what if they turn me away?

what if something happened to them?

it wasn’t the first time she had these thoughts, but it was the first time they hit her this fierce.

with bated breath and a hand on the blade at her waist, mizu stepped forward and walked inside.

the first thing she noticed was the lack of fire, swordfather nowhere in sight. her heart beat roughly against her chest at the thought of where he could be, but the shallow breathing quickly pushed that thought aside.

wait, what?

as she turned, ignoring the whiplash, mizu spotted a shorter figure tucked away in the corner. the lighting was bad, but if she squinted, she could make out the wide eyes of the woman who’d unknowingly stolen her heart.

she didn’t look much different. same pretty eyes, same pretty nose, same pretty lips…

…accompanied by some swelling, bruising, and a small cut.

wait. what?

“mizu? is that you?” yui’s voice was so small, you almost couldn’t hear it.

“what happened to you?” mizu responded, taking long strides to wrap her friend in her arms, almost shielding her from the world.

“you… you’re here? i’m not dreaming?” yui’s hands shook as they came to mizu’s face, one holding a damp cloth. the samurai took that very hand in her own.

“i’m here, yui. tell me what happened. who hurt you?” her voice was soft, and yet the malice was clear as day.

“i- i can’t believe you’re here. i prayed everyday for you to come back to me. you look so tired and- and thin,” as yui rambled, tears welled in her eyes. there was so much concern in her voice, and mizu wanted to draw blood.

you beautiful angel. you’re hurt and worrying about me.

“yui, look at me. who hurt you?”

the blubbering woman blinked a few times. mizu grabbed her flushed cheeks to keep eye contact.

“i- you don’t need to worry about me, mizu. are you hungry? let me get you some food,” yui tried to pulled away.

“yui.”

she stopped walking. with a drop of her head and a trembling sigh, yui turned back around.

“… my parents married me off a year ago-“

“what’s his name?”

“mizu, this is why i didn’t want to tell you! you don’t need to do anything, i’m fine!”

the samurai, in the middle of storming out, stopped herself.

when did i become this… protective?

she didn’t get to think on it too much before yui grabbed her from behind, pulling mizu’s back to her front.

“he only hit me a few times. a few days ago he got really drunk and he was upset about something and he just… we ran into taigen in kohama the day after. taigen told him to stay away from me and then brought me here. mizu, i promise i’m okay. don’t leave me… not again.”

as the sun came down, two sat huddled by the fire. swordfather, ringo, and even taigen surprisingly welcomed her home with open arms.

"ya know, master, taigen really gave yui a run for her money missing you."

"what the hell are you talking about, ringo? i did not miss him. i only spent so much time here because there needed to be a man to take care of the house with this idiot was getting his blood revenge or whatever. we seriously thought you were dead."

"i'm sorry for worrying you all. and thank you, taigen, for taking care of yui and swordfather."

taigen didn't have a retort for that, and it was silent save for master eiji's "hmmm."

as the hours ticked away, it got quieter, taigen and ringo leaving for their own homes and master eiji retiring for the night.

mizu and yui were still sat together by the small fire.

i'm gonna do it. she deserves to know.

"yui, I..." she started.

"yes?" the aforementioned woman looked up to mizu, eyes wide with innocence and happiness.

"uhm...i-"

"i’m so in love you, mizu. did you know that?"

wait... what?

"i- i'm not a... man," mizu had to force it out. she expected the joy in yui's face to dissipate, but the eyes staring at her didn't flash with any anger, distrust, or confusion.

"i know that, mizu," yui's lips curved in a small smile. mizu stood in shock.

"wait, but how? did you see me naked? you can't be in love with me, yui. i lied to you. for years."

yui giggled at her before grimacing softly.

"i guess that means the feeling isn't mutual then, huh?" her tone was light, but the hurt was written all over her face.

"no, mizu started, cradling the soft skin of yui's face, "no, no, no, yui. i love you more than anything in this world. i live and breathe for you."

"then how can you sit here and tell me that i can't love you and then turn around and tell me you love me?"

mizu sighed. she's never been good at this whole being in love thing.

"it's just... i've been in love before and it didn't turn out all that great. i just don't understand how you could... when did you... have you always liked women?"

now it was yui's turn to sigh, "why do you think i fought with my parents so much when we were teenagers? 'yui, you must stop with this foolishness, you will marry a man and bare me grandchildren!' 'but mama, i don't like boys! i like-" she cut herself off with a loud slap to the back of her hand. despite the seriousness of what she just told mizu, that smile was back on yui's face.

"what... what do we do now?" mizu had an inkling of a feeling as to what, but she still wanted to be sure.

"well," yui sounded cheeky, "it'd be really nice if you would kiss me."

and with a bright red face, mizu did just that.

after kissing for several minutes (not nearly long enough if you asked mizu), the two prepared to sleep. mizu snuck her futon out of the room she shared with master eiji and yui layered a couple of old blankets on top. as the pair laid together, mizu couldn't think of anything other than how happy she felt in that moment. and then she had a thought.

"you didn't tell me how you knew i wasn't a man, yui." as she snuggled closer to mizu, yui chuckled lightly.

"oh, my love, i've always known."

"yes, but ho-"

she was silenced with a kiss.

“sleep, mizu.”

𝘔𝘐𝘡𝘜𝘜𝘜𝘜 (♡_♡) 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪 𝘢𝘮. 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘺 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘻𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘢'𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪 (≧∇≦)/

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

love day fics go hard 😻

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

Back to The Library

Book Title: The Mole Theory (Non-idol!Park Sunghoon x gn!reader)

Genre: Fluff, reincarnation/soulmate-ish? AU, college AU (Valentine’s fic)

Proofread: No (if any inconsistencies, especially with pronouns, let me know.)

Word Count: 2.7k

Now playing: “Apocalypse” by Cigarettes After Sex

Content Warnings: this is a work of fiction and is not meant to assume how any real, not fiction person acts in their personal life, gn!reader, 3rd person POV (they/them used to reference reader), fluff, slight angst, reader initially thinks they’re not meant to be loved (incorrect for reader and for you), Y/n not used but “____” in place of a name, reader has two moles (1 on lips, 1 on underside of their jaw) but they aren’t visible unless someone’s really looking for them, random character “Ash” is reader’s friend, awkward kiss scene right at the end.

Author’s Note: I’m really nervous abt writing this cus I’ve never written for a real person before😭then my irl pointed out that when I write, I should write what I want cus it’s for me and not anyone else. It’s a little late in the day but still Valentine’s Day where I am, so enjoy! (Also, this is the specific photo I’m using for reference for his lil moles.😽😽)

____ was convinced they weren’t meant to be loved in any life. But they came to terms with that a very long time ago. It wasn’t something to stress over for them. It was just one of those things that simply wasn’t meant to be. This was unknowingly confirmed when a friend told them about the “mole theory.”

“That doesn’t even sound like a real thing.” They gave Ash a look of disbelief as they took a sip of their drink. The cafe around them served as a comfy hang out spot the pair frequented before and after class — today’s case was the former. Ash got her usual of a simple hot coffee with a couple of sugar packets and a splash of milk while ____ got their favorite.

“I swear it is!” Ash laughs, setting her drink down and pulling out her phone to open Google. “Look,” she handed them the phone, “it’s this myth or legend-like thing that says wherever you have a mole is where your lover in a past life kissed you the most! Isn’t it romantic? I mean at this point-”

____ sort of tuned Ash out as they sat their own drink to the side and scrolled through whatever article Ash had opened. It said practically the same as whatever Ash was spewing — at least they assumed it did. They really weren’t able to listen to her drone on about her boyfriend while reading an article.

“Okay, so” ____ cuts Ash off before she can get too deep into a spill about how cute she thought one of her boyfriend’s habits was, “what’s the point of this again?”

They hand her phone back to her as she deadpans a little. “Did you not hear the first half of what I said?” When met with a blank stare and a small shrug from ____, Ash sighs and repeats a summary of what she’d been saying. “I said, if this legend is true then it basically proves the existence of past lives! I mean, everyone has moles. Plus, it’s just so romantic to imagine that you were loved so deeply in a past life that it left a permanent mark on you in the next,” she practically swoons.

“I don’t have any moles,” ____ points out. They look down at their arms, twisting them side to side a bit to reveal skin with as many moles as a block of concrete. They go over their body in their mind, not recalling a single one that they’ve been able to see.

“I can almost guarantee you have at least one mole somewhere on your body,” Ash says with a confident expression, her arms crossed over her chest and her body leaning back in the booth.

____ just shakes their head with another shrug. “Can’t say I’ve ever seen one. Guess love wasn’t meant to find me in this life or the last.” They say it so casually and with such honest belief that Ash can only stare at them with a lightly incredulous look. But before Ash can rebuttal her friend’s self-deprecating words, ____’s phone buzzes and chimes with an alarm. “That’s my alarm to head to class. See you later?” they say, grabbing their drink and their bag without another word.

However, as much as they don’t want to admit it, the thought that they weren’t loved in this life or the next weighed on them a little. They thought back to the times they could’ve used a partner’s shoulder to cry on and the holidays they’ve been missing out on couple activities during. They would always tease Ash about her being excited to celebrate things like Valentine’s Day when her and her boyfriend could just show that same appreciation for each other every day (not that the couple didn’t anyway).

Then their mind wandered back to the mole theory in specific. They realized just about everyone she knew had at least one mole on their arm, leg, or even their collarbone. But they can’t recall a single one on their own body and face. The other people must’ve been loved lots in their past lives. Park Sunghoon, for example, has at least three just on his face. ____ wouldn’t be shocked if they were scattered all over the guy. What’s not to love?

Sunghoon and ____ were friends. The two weren’t as close as he was with the boys he grew up with, but they were close enough that they would sit next to each other and have idle chats if either one of them were in the same place without any of their other friends. It didn’t happen often. However even with their interactions being as rare as they were, it wasn’t hard for ____’s feelings to be affected.

Sunghoon was easy to be around. He was easy to talk to, very calm (with the exception of being around his friends), and was a great listener. Although ____ could’ve sworn he might’ve been spacing out several times prior, staring unblinkingly at different points of rooms and at different people. (They would bet their life on catching him staring at their lips once in a class the two shared, but it was more than likely a coincidence.) They shook the thought of Sunghoon out of their mind as much as possible as they walked to their class.

Valentine’s Day rolled around a couple days after Ash and ____’s cafe conversation. Ash and ____ had exchanged the small valentines they’d had a tradition of giving each other since childhood, Ash and her boyfriend going out for the rest of the day afterwards. ____ had exams coming up soon, so they decided to head to the library for a few hours to prepare.

It was quiet, as per usual. There were some simplistic, non-distracting valentines decorations scattered around. ____ nodded in a polite hello to the librarians as they made their way to their favorite table. They could count on one hand the amount of people in the library on the love holiday, excluding their self and the librarians. Even if they were included, ____ wouldn’t need ten fingers to count the current capacity of the building.

____ had been reading over notes and copying them down a couple times each for about an hour before an unexpected voice softly spoke up.

“Can I sit with you?”

____ jumped a bit at the voice, not expecting anyone to approach them. What was even more unexpected — but currently happening — was to see that the voice belonged to Sunghoon.

They quickly composed themself, giving a small smile and a polite nod. Sunghoon mirrored the smile and took the seat opposite ____. They had to admit to themself that a slight feeling of surprise fell over them at seeing him here instead of him being out with someone. With who, they weren’t sure, but they certainly didn’t expect him to be with them in the library.

The curiosity scratched at their mind for a while before they finally decided to quietly ask, “No holiday plans?”

Sunghoon looked up from his own notes and shook his head a little. “No one I felt like going out with. You?” His tone matched theirs, the softness in his voice giving them butterflies.

____ copied his head shake with a slight smile. “No one felt like being with me.”

Sunghoon seems to consider their words for a moment before muttering, “I felt like it.”

This surprised them a little. He’d just said there wasn’t anyone he had wanted to go out with, but he admitted he felt like being with them. The admittance, no matter the intended meaning, brought a wave of flustered heat to their face. They quickly looked back to their notes, a small “oh” escaping them in response.

The pair went back to their respective note taking, working in silence. At least, Sunghoon had returned to working. ____ couldn’t help but repeat his words in their head, sneaking a glance at him after a while. Their eyes were quickly drawn to the trio of his most prominent moles, darting between them as if studying them more intently than the notes for their tests. Their eyes started at the one just to the side of the bridge of his nose, on his right side but on their left. It was probably the darkest of the three, yet the second was the most prominent. It rests on the opposite cheek from the first mole. It would be one of the first details of his face that anyone would notice. Their gaze then traveled to the third mole. It was the lightest and the smallest, under the same eye as the first one. It was also closest to his lips, probably the second feature anyone’s eyes would be drawn to.

The mole theory rushes to the forefront of their mind. The first mole had obviously been the place Sunghoon’s past lover had kissed the most of the three, the darkness making this evident. They imagined their own kiss making the spot even darker in his next life, this thought making way for the thought of his lips leaving a love mark on ____ in their own next life. They tried to force the thought out of their mind, but it only evolved into them trying and failing to not think about how his lips would feel on theirs. Would that be a place he preferred to kiss often? Would it be often enough to leave a mark after this life comes to an end? The swirling of these thoughts in their mind made ____ practically rip their gaze away from him and make an attempt to pretend to focus their attention on their notes for another half hour.

They eventually give up with a small sigh, leaning back in their seat. They let their head fall back, and their eyes close. Sunghoon takes this as a sign of frustration with studying and lifts his gaze to them.

“Frustrated with notes?” His voice reaches them, but they don’t let their eyes go back to him knowing they’d get flustered and warm all over again. Instead they decide to let him believe that and just offer a slight nod. A few beats of silence pass between them before the scraping of a chair being pushed away from a table and back to it sounds out. ____ thinks he just decided to leave, until they hear the chair next to them make the same noises. They open their eyes and see Sunghoon being exceptionally close to their side, moving their notes close to him and reading over them.

“What are you doing?” ____’s whisper is full of shock as Sunghoon continues to read over their notes.

After a second, he looks over to them with another signature soft smile. “Helping you with your work. You said you were frustrated, right?”

____ has to force their mind to focus on his question instead of the scent of his cologne and the warmth of his arm so close to theirs. They only manage a soft nod, not trusting their voice to give out on them even in a whisper. They decide their mind is playing tricks on them when it sees his eyes flick to their lips for less than a millisecond before he turns to their notes again. ____ decides they might be going insane as they see the very tips of his ears glow a soft red.

Sunghoon and ____ go over the notes for another hour before they both decide to be done with work for the day. ____ has to beat another bout of butterflies down as Sunghoon suggests getting a post-study snack together.

They walk to the campus convenience store with light conversation filling the occasional silence. Nothing of major importance is said before or while they get their snacks. Until the two decide to eat their snacks in the park. They have a seat at one of the benches — the warmth and cologne ____ felt from him before returning even more intensely with how small the bench was — and eat their snacks in relative silence.

After a few minutes, ____ decides to bring up the mole theory out of sheer curiosity for his opinion. “Ash — my friend, I think you’ve met — told be about it the other day.”

“It sounds interesting. I like it,” he admits with a soft smile. “It’s romantic.”

“That’s what Ash said,” ____ nods, “but I kinda thought it was silly. It’s a less convincing argument than deja vu.” ____ continues their small rant while Sunghoon quietly gazes at them in listening. “I mean, practically everyone has that and can’t really explain it. At least not with a sure fire round of solid evidence. Not everyone has moles. For example, me. There’s not a single mole anywhere on my body.”

Sunghoon’s eyebrows furrow slightly, and he tilts his head with a confused expression. “What are you talking about? You have at least two.”

____ turns their attention to him with their own confused expression. “What are you talking about? I’ve never seen one and I’ve kinda lived in this body for my whole life.

____’s heart nearly stops as Sunghoon reaches up and leaves the lightest touch on the underside of the left jaw bone. “That’s one of them. It’s darker than…” He moves his touch to the very edge of ____’s bottom lip, directly in the middle. “…that one.” His voice is considerably softer than it was moments ago, and his touch manages to be even lighter. It was almost as though he was afraid being too loud or too rough would break the very world around them.

____’s whole body feels like it’s on fire. Controlling their voice as much as possible (even though it still comes out weak and almost shaky), they ask, “How did you even see those?”

Sunghoon’s touch finally falls from their skin, and they miss it immediately. He turns his attention to a very interesting patch of grass between his feet. ____ notices the tinge of red on the tips of his ears again. “I… sometimes I space out. In the class we share together, you sit on the other side of the class, facing me but a couple rows back.” ____’s mind fries at the fact that he pays any attention to them at all besides when he spaces out. “One time, you’d switched seats with the person that does sit right in front of me. You were close enough now that I could see that one,” he points to his own lips this time, still not looking in their direction, “and now I can’t help but notice it every time I see you. Then earlier, in the library, I saw this one,” he points at his jaw where the mole would be on him.

Silence settles over them, a certain tension filling the air. ____ lets it linger before speaking up. “Do you believe it?”

That confused look raises to Sunghoon’s expression again, and he finally turns to them again. “What?”

“The mole theory. You said you liked it, and you thought it was romantic. But do you believe it?”

Sunghoon considers their words for a moment. “I guess so. Why?”

“Well… I’ve decided I believe in another theory. My theory is that whoever left the love marks on you from a past life is the same person you’re meant to be with in every life. I also believe that the kiss from your past — and destined — lover feels different in those places than if someone else kissed them.” It’s ____’s turn to be intrigued by a grass patch. The suggestion makes the air feel even heavier than before.

____ is considering imploding right then and there until they hear Sunghoon speak up. “Test it.”

They turn their gaze to him to see his usual calm expression returned to his face. “What?”

“Test it. Test your theory.” He leans a little bit closer, as if inviting the test. A small smirk grows on his face the more ____ stares at him in shock mixing with a feeling of being flustered. “Or should I test it for you?”

He lets ____ process his words for as long as they need, each other’s eyes glancing towards the other’s lips. ____ only gives a small nod and leans into Sunghoon’s kiss.

They think their mind must surely be playing tricks on them when they swear they can feel moles they hadn’t noticed before grow warm under his lips being on theirs and his hand gently grazing their jaw.

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑭𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑺 𝒀𝑶𝑼

𝘐𝘕 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘊𝘏 𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕 𝘈𝘚 𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘙, 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘈 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘚𝘊𝘈𝘗𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘙𝘜𝘛𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘛𝘠 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙𝘊𝘐𝘛𝘠.

𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘙!𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘈 𝘟 𝘞𝘐𝘍𝘌!𝘔𝘊

𝘊𝘞: 𝘔𝘌𝘋𝘐𝘊𝘈𝘓 𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘖𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠, 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘕 𝘛𝘠𝘗𝘐𝘊𝘈𝘓 𝘝𝘐𝘖𝘓𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌, 𝘗𝘖𝘚𝘛 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘕, 𝘕𝘖 𝘚𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘙𝘚 𝘉𝘌𝘚𝘐𝘋𝘌𝘚 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘈 𝘉𝘌𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘈 𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘓 𝘔𝘌𝘔𝘉𝘌𝘙, 𝘔𝘈𝘔𝘈 𝘉𝘌𝘈𝘙 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘈, 𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘚𝘛, 𝘔𝘊 𝘋𝘖𝘌𝘚 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘈 𝘕𝘈𝘔𝘌 𝘚𝘖 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘠 𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘓𝘋 𝘉𝘌 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘈𝘚 𝘈𝘕 𝘟 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘍𝘐𝘊

𝘞𝘊: 1,358

𝘔.𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

✧ councilor!sevika who loves her wife and daughter more than anything in the world.

✧ councilor!sevika who moved her family out of vaun some years after joining the council.

✧ councilor!sevika who leaves her office after long days and comes home to her fourteen year old babbling about everything under the sun, and even though she wants nothing more than to lay in bed with her lovely wife and sleep for an eternity, she listens to everything her kid has to say (she might fall asleep during it though).

✧ councilor!sevika who is informed during a council meeting that a small explosive went off at the cafe her wife frequented.

✧ councilor!sevika who rushes to the hospital, enforcer in tow, giving her all the information they know.

“it looks like the explosive went off just outside the window of the establishment. not too many people were hurt, but i…”

“you what? spit it out!”

“i… well i think your wife might’ve gotten the worst of it. i think this might’ve been a targeted attack.”

✧ councilor!sevika who shows up at the hospital demanding to see her wife.

✧ councilor!sevika who damn near throws up when the doctors tell her the extent of her wife’s injuries.

“when they found her, the wall had toppled over her. there were shards of glass in her skin from the window. her eardrums were ruptured and she is concussed. her ribs are broken and one of her lungs were punctured. she also has a globe rupture in her right eye. in most cases, those are somewhat easy to fix but i’m not too sure about this one, so i want to perform a vision test when she wakes up. as for her legs…”

“what? what about her legs?”

“well, as i mentioned before, the wall fell on top of her. the rubble, it… it crushed her legs. just below her upper thigh. honestly, it’s a miracle she’s alive.”

✧ councilor!sevika who, while she waits, sends a few enforcers to watch her daughter until she can get home.

✧ councilor!sevika who sprints when she’s finally allowed to see her wife.

✧ councilor!sevika who’s heart stops and feet falter when she sees the light of her life hooked up to the countless machines, the upper right half of her face wrapped in bandages and casts on both of her arms. the hospital blanket covers her from the waist down.

✧ councilor!sevika who chokes up when her left eye flutters open and round lips part.

“… ‘vika?”

“i’m here, doll. i’m right here.”

“where… where's my baby? is she… is she alright?”

“i sent some enforcers to watch her at home, she should be just fine.”

✧ councilor!sevika who watches her wife’s face flash with several emotions.

“what do you- what do you mean? why isn’t she here? she’s not hurt?”

“wha- what do you mean? wait. was she… was she with you?”

“yes, i… i think so? i don’t… i’m not sure. sevika, where’s my baby?”

✧ councilor!sevika who storms out the room just as the enforcers she sent to her home are running down the corridor toward her looking frantic.

“we went to your home, councilor. the housekeeper said your daughter left with your wife this morning. she isn’t there.”

✧ councilor!sevika who, for the next week, balances consoling her wife and trying to let the enforcers do their job. so far, all they’ve come to her with is the obvious: this was a targeted attack, someone from vaun was responsible, and her daughter was taken from the scene.

✧ councilor!sevika who breaks a little every time she has to tell her wife that they haven’t found their little girl.

✧ councilor!sevika who eventually takes it upon herself to find her kid.

✧ councilor!sevika who rolls her eyes and glares fiercely at the other council members when they try to talk her out of it.

“councilor sevika, we understand your pain, but it is in your best interest to just wait while the enforcers handle this. finding your daughter is priority.”

“shut the hell up and listen to what i’m saying. i’m telling you this as a courtesy; i am going find the son of a bitch that took my kid and hurt my wife, and i am going to kill them.”

✧ councilor!sevika who ventures into vaun everyday, armed with nothing but a pistol, going to every bar she can find. she knows whoever is dumb enough to pull the shit they pulled is dumb enough to gloat about it in some way, shape, or form.

✧ councilor!sevika who walks into a newly renovated bar three days into her own investigating and makes eye contact with the bartender who visibly cowers at the sight of the woman. bingo.

✧ councilor!sevika who gets in the bartender’s face, demanding to know everything they know.

“someone hurt my wife and took my kid. tell me what you know.”

✧ councilor!sevika who reaches forward and grab the bartender by the collar of their shirt when they hesitate. she grabs them by the back of their head and pushes them into the bar, their head hitting the surface hard.

“now.”

“i- some woman came in. a- a couple days ago! she- she said something about finally uh- about getting her closure! said you killed her brother and- and she was gonna get her lick back! she was mumbling a lot, really drunk! i- i swear that’s it!”

“where?!”

“i don’t know! i swear i’ve told you everything i know! please!”

✧ councilor!sevika who, two days later sees a flickering light coming from a mostly abandoned building. the same building she spent most of her days.

✧ councilor!sevika who takes two steps at a time to get to silco’s office, ignoring all the memories flooding her mind.

✧ councilor!sevika who doesn’t hesitate to kick the door down just as a woman is bringing a chainsaw down on her daughter who lays tied to silco’s desk, tears and snot running down her bruised and beaten face.

✧ councilor!sevika who doesn’t even stop to think and just pulls the gun from her waistband and shoots at the woman, the bullet piercing her wrist and causing the electric tool to fall and clatter on the floor.

✧ councilor!sevika who stalks over to the woman stumbling away from the desk and grabs her by the hair on her head, dragging her to the clear space in the room.

✧ councilor!sevika who slams the woman to the ground, and stares her in the face. all she sees is the anguish that’d been on her wife’s face for the past two weeks. and then she sees the fear that was on her daughters face when she barged into the office.

✧ councilor!sevika who blacks out as she drives her fist into the woman’s face over and over and over again until she can’t hear the woman’s pleas. and then she continues to punch the woman in the face.

✧ councilor!sevika who doesn’t stop until she registers her girl crying for her mama, the woman in front of her no longer even recognizable as a person.

✧ councilor!sevika who staggers over to the desk to untie her daughter, face and fist covered in blood that didn’t belong to her.

✧ councilor!sevika who is still running on adrenaline, but immediately comes down when her daughter flinches as she approaches her.

“hey, i’m not gonna hurt you. you’re okay, i’m gonna get you home, hon. everything’s gonna be okay.”

✧ councilor!sevika who has to carry her daughter down the stairs and through vaun because she holds onto her so tightly (realistically she wouldn’t have let her walk even if she wanted to).

✧ councilor!sevika who is overcome with so many emotions as she tells her wife that their daughter is safe.

“after they make sure everything is okay, they’re gonna move you two into a recovery room together. that way i can keep an eye on both of you.”

✧ councilor!sevika who, as she holds her weeping wife, thinks about the fact that she came this close to losing everything and can’t help but cry into her wife’s shoulder.

𝘚𝘐𝘟 𝘍𝘌𝘌𝘛 𝘛𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘚𝘜𝘗𝘌𝘙 𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘖𝘕𝘎 (*/∇＼*) 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 "𝘍𝘌𝘌𝘋 𝘔𝘌!" 𝘣𝘺 @uhlunaro. 𝘪 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘭 (𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 18+). 𝘪 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦. 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘢'𝘥. 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦n𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘬? 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪 (≧∇≦)/

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

😎🤪😎🤪

(+bonus)

the realest shit i’ve ever seen

I need him so badly. It's not even a joke anymore.

every once in a while i think to myself, ‘having a baby wouldn’t be so bad,’ and then i think abt the fact that

one, i would need to bone a man to get pregnant with said baby (vomiting at the thought of it)

and two, black women are much more likely to die during childbirth than anyone else (tbh not how i’d like to go out)

maybe i’ll adopt later in life. anyways thank you for coming to my tedtalk

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

Hostages tortured to death. Parents executed in front of their children. Doctors beaten. Babies murdered. Sexual assault weaponised. No, not Hamas crimes. This is part of an ever-growing list of documented atrocities committed by Israel in the five months since 7 October – quite separate from the carpet bombing of 2.3 million Palestinians in Gaza and a famine induced by Israel’s obstruction of aid. And yet while the western establishment media has been chock full of the most lurid allegations of savagery directed against Hamas, sometimes with little or no supporting evidence, Israeli atrocities are excused or quickly forgotten. Accusations against Hamas are endlessly reheated to paint a picture of a supremely dangerous and bestial militant group, in turn rationalising the slaughter and starvation of Gaza’s population to “eradicate” it as a terrorist organisation. But equally barbarous atrocities committed by Israel – not in the heat of battle, but in cold blood – are treated as unfortunate, isolated incidents that cannot be connected, that paint no picture, that reveal nothing of import about the military that carried them out. If Hamas’ crimes were so savage and sadistic they still need to be reported months after they took place, why does the establishment media never feel the need to express equal horror and indignation at equivalent or worse acts of cruelty and sadism being inflicted by Israel on Gaza – not five months ago, but right now? Israel's torture of doctors, its sexual assaults of Palestinian women, it's leaving premature babies to die after its forces stormed a hospital. Where is the outrage? This is part of a pattern of behaviour by the western media that leads to only one possible deduction: Israel’s five-month-long attack on Gaza is not being reported. Rather, it is being selectively narrated – and for the most obscene of purposes. Through consistent and glaring failures in their coverage, establishment media – including supposedly liberal outlets, from the BBC and CNN to the Guardian and New York Times – have smoothed the way for Israel to carry out mass slaughter in Gaza, what the World Court has assessed as plausibly a genocide. The role of the media has not been to keep us, their audiences, informed about one of the greatest crimes in living memory. It has been to buy time for US President Joe Biden to keep arming his most useful of client states in the oil-rich Middle East, and to do so without damaging his prospects for re-election in November’s US presidential vote. If Russian President Vladimir Putin was a madman and a barbarous war criminal for invading Ukraine, as every western media outlet agrees, what does that make Israeli officials, when every one of them supports far worse atrocities in Gaza, directed overwhelmingly at civilians? And more to the point, what does that make Biden and the US political class for materially backing Israel to the hilt: sending bombs, vetoing demands for a ceasefire at the United Nations, and freezing desperately needed aid? Worrying about the optics, the president expresses his discomfort, but he carries on helping Israel regardless. While western politicians and commentators worry about some imaginary existential threat those brief events of five months ago pose to the nuclear-armed state of Israel, Israel is quite literally wiping Gaza off the map day by day, quite undisturbed.

Middle East Eye

Torture, executions, babies left to die, sexual abuse… These are Israel’s crimes

Why is the same western media obsessively reheating five-month-old allegations against Hamas so reluctant to focus on Israel’s current, horr

✦

WAIT bc i kinda hc akina having a mini crush on hitoshi shinsou. imagine every time she sees him she blushes a little bit and as the story progresses katsuki hates it. im just thinking abt her seeing him at the joint training and she doesn’t speak to him at all she just stares and her face is all flushed (it’s got nothing to do with the cold air) and katsuki genuinely tweaking over it.

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

i know a lot of weirdos like this guy so here ya go :/

【𝘚𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘙𝘚 | 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋 𝘈𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘖𝘞𝘕 𝘋𝘐𝘚𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕】

𝘊𝘓𝘈𝘚𝘚 1-𝘈 𝘚𝘛𝘜𝘋𝘌𝘕𝘛!𝘒𝘈𝘛𝘚𝘜𝘒𝘐 𝘉𝘈𝘒𝘜𝘎𝘖𝘜 𝘟 𝘊𝘓𝘈𝘚𝘚 1-𝘉 𝘚𝘛𝘜𝘋𝘌𝘕𝘛!𝘔𝘊 | 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛 𝘖𝘕𝘌

𝘞𝘊 : 1,570

✦✦

not gonna lie, enemies to lovers is so easy when it comes to kacchan.

akina hayashi. grey eyes. bright purple hair. has a quirk similar to tomura shigaraki’s. anything she touches disintegrates, but she has the ability to reverse it as long as she doesn’t wait too long.

she had to learn that the hard way.

shortly after her quirk manifested, her parents got a divorce (the whole thing was so nasty), and as an only child, it became just her and her mom.

katsuki’s been akina’s next door neighbor since the womb. under normal circumstances, this would lead the two to become friends.

the problem lies with izuku being akina’s best friend.

she was so protective of him that she begged her mom to put her in a judo class.

“i wanna be able to protect my friend, mama!”

it was the most passionate she’d been about anything since her dad left.

akina was walking izuku home from school when they encountered the sludge monster. she did her best to hold him off, all might showing up just in time.

she couldn’t move fast enough to stop her friend from latching onto the hero as he took off. with a sigh, she continued her walk to the midoriya household.

an explosion in the opposite direction caught her attention. she didn’t plan on making a detour, but if she knew anything about izuku midoriya (and she knew everything about izuku midoriya), she knew he’d be there.

she pushed her way through the crowd of bystanders and caught sight of what was causing the ruckus. the spiky blonde hair and bright red eyes peeking from the muddy green sludge made her stomach cave.

her body felt stuck. it wasn’t until a flash of green ran through the chaos that she took off to help.

for izuku, she’d do anything.

she felt those beady eyes stare her down as she forced her hands through the mess. it seemed like no matter how much she was able to disintegrate, it’d come back tenfold.

after all might put an end, the two instigating teens got chewed out by the adults.

“what were you thinking? do you have a death wish?”

“at least we tried to help. that’s more than what can be said about you pros.”

she shut that down quick.

during their walk home (for real this time), she was properly introduced to small might.

after izuku committed to training with the hero, akina was there everyday working with him. if he was really determined to go to ua, she had to be there by his side.

after passing the Entrance Exam, akina hayashi ended up in class 1-b, much too far from izuku midoriya and katsuki bakugou in her own professional opinion.

she got requests from both inko midoriya and mitsuki bakugou to look after their boys.

she made no effort to befriend her classmates. outside of class, she acted as izuku’s shadow. she didn’t say much, but she always there. everyone thought she was his girlfriend for a while.

the tension between akina and katsuki was tense. every time she saw izuku at the end of the day, likely covered in bruises and bandages, she’d approach with a soft look on her face, find out it was from katsuki, and offer to kill him.

“WUH- kina-chan you can’t go around saying things like that! people will think you’re being serious!”

“but i am, izu-kun.”

during the UA Sports Festival, it didn’t take long for akina to lose sight of her friend. during the cavalry battle, she got grouped with neito monoma.

after her team got eliminated, she waited for izuku with some of the other class 1-a students. the boys were enamored with her aura and the girls were mildly intimidated by it.

it made her anxious to see izuku fight and not be able to do anything to help him, but his classmates were confident that he could handle himself well.

she mostly kept her eyes forward, but when uraraka came back from her round against katsuki, she turned her attention to the girl.

“…”

“um.. hi?”

“.. you did good.”

something about the way she said it had everyone’s except katsuki’s faces turning red.

akina ended up working under a hero in hosu for her internship. she tried to use it as an excuse to not worry about her friend for too long. the beeping on her phone though, ensured that that wouldn’t be the case.

she excused herself and took off, running in the direction of the blinking dot on her screen.

she ran towards the alley and came to a stop just as todoroki was rounding the corner. the sight of her closest friend, his classmate, and a pro hero all laid unmoving and the Hero Killer ready to strike.

it wasn’t long after her arrival that they were able to take the man down. that’s not to say they came out of it unscathed.

they were all wrapped in bandages, and akina had a long gash going down the side of her face.

after that, akina essentially became an honorary 1-a student; she was invited to spend time with them outside of school as her own person and not an extension of izuku.

katsuki’s eye started twitching when he found out class 1-b would be going to the same Training Camp.

while at the forest, akina was tasked with improving the restoration of things she’s disintegrated and forcing the pathway of the destruction.

being in the same vicinity as her genuinely had bakugo tweaking, and kirishima and kaminari thought it was hilarious.

“man, i don’t think i’ve seen you this worked up in a long time.”

“and she’s not even bothering you! it’s almost like you have a cru-”

the explosion shook the ground.

she’d been hiding in a tree when the smell of fire hit her nose. katsuki and shoto had just gotten past her. she jumped down and made quick work of joining the two (safety in numbers and all that) and one of her fallen classmates. it didn’t take long for them to come face to face with moonfish.

getting permission from the hero to use their quirks was unexpected, but hearing that katsuki was one of the targets made akina’s blood run cold.

as shoto started putting up ice walls, akina grabbed the kid off of his back and made something of a barricade by breaking down the ground just enough to hide the boy.

she soon joined the fight, turning the blades coming out of the man’s mouth to dust as they made contact.

she and shoto held their own until dark shadow came charging at them.

the group of students kept pushing through the forest, eventually running into asui and uraraka.

in the end, katsuki ended up in the hands of the league of villains.

akina, moving on muscle memory, ended up riding to the hospital in the ambulance with izuku.

when inko showed up, akina got down on her knees and apologized profusely for failing to protect her son.

she did the same thing at the bakugou household.

akina, to everyone’s surprise, joined the group for the Hideout Raid. she said it was to keep an eye on izuku.

he knew it was a lie.

it was nerve wrecking seeing mt lady, best jeanist, tiger, and gang orca fall against the masked man.

they were all frozen in fear until the sound of the angry blonde rang through the air.

the teenagers eventually came up with a plan.

akina reached for the ground, using her quirk to disintegrate the concrete under the boy. he was quick to notice it.

after the boys took off down todoroki’s ice ramp, akina stayed put just long enough to see katsuki shoot himself into the sky and grab kirishima’s hand.

after she knew he was safe, she ran in the direction of the rubble to help those in need.

it took her a while, but she was able to help civilians get to safety, disintegrating everything in her path.

when she got away from the chaos, she called izuku.

“kina-chan! where ar-”

“izu-kun. are you and katsuki okay? are you somewhere safe?”

she stood by, holding her breath as she watched all might go against all for one on the big screen.

as she watched the hero bulk up for what was probably the last time and raise his fist in the air, akina felt her legs give out, and for the first time in a long time, she cried.

she found the rest of the first years and went with them to drop katsuki off at the police station before going home.

she stayed in her room for a few days, not even coming out when vlad king came by to speak to her mother about the new dorms.

the day she went out the check the mail was, coincidentally, the same day all might and eraserhead were visiting the bakugou residence. katsuki had just finished a conversation with all might.

“katsuki.”

he stopped, but he didn’t look at her.

“i’m glad you’re okay.”

she then turned to all might, bowing at a ninety degree angle, and thanked him sincerely for protecting japan.

katsuki walked back inside his house, his face warm.

(not gonna lie this is probably the first time they’ve ever had an interaction that had nothing to do with izuku)

✦✦

𝘰𝘰𝘧, 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪'𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴. 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵. 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 (𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺). 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪 (*＾წ＾*)

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢