Even If It Feels Like Pain Tries To Rend Your Heart Asunder. Even If Suffering Threatens To Twist Your

Even if it feels like pain tries to rend your heart asunder. Even if suffering threatens to twist your smile. Live. That is my prayer. My wish. And remember. Remember me. My father. My mother. My footsteps. My life. Help me believe it wasn’t all in vain. Help me believe it had meaning.

Tonight, I belong to you Tonight, you are my monster

It's the same old story With the same old clay pot And the same deaf butterfly that refuses to die..

                           Don’t keep a pretty girl waiting like that….

Beware the green eyed monster

Summary: Jealous touka when she notices some confident girls making a move at her overly densed husband. 

Notes: Thanks for the amazing prompt from @catsoul2 that inspired this fic. Feedback is appreciated and I hope you enjoy~

Rating: fllluuuuffff

With a heavy sigh, touka sat opposite to the white haired boy who cocked his head to one side when he looked down at the ‘meal’ presented to him. Touka watched intently as he hesitantly took a bite out of the food, only for his face to twist in disgust and his head to shake rapidly before he spat the food back out again, touka’s brow twitching slightly at the response.

“It still tastes like crap, manager.” Shio scoffed, pushing aside the plate with mush on it. “I hope you didn’t add any dog shit into the recipe, because that’s what it definitely tastes like right now.”

“You’re a piece of shit, I hope you know that.” Touka scowled and got up from her seat to dump the poorly made food into the bin. “You can starve for all I care.”

“Don’t be like that.” Shio rested his head onto his hands, a goofy grin across his smug face. “It was better than last time…I think.”

“I don’t see why you ask me to cook for you in the first place.”

“Because…” Shio wondered, not exactly sure why. “Well…”

“You do it to torment me, don’t you?” Shio nodded enthusiastically, prompting a glare as a response from touka. “Whatever, next time you can cook for yourself-”

Just then, her gaze drifted to the two giggling women who strolled into the room, whispering to each other with more childish laughter, touka feeling a deep annoyance towards the two ghouls. They were a little younger than touka, both cute and cheery with all these attractive features of big eyes, slim figures and long wavy hair. Unconsciously, touka reached up to her own hair, which was shorter and simple compared to the two others. What annoyed her more though was the topic of their dialogue.

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Even a faint warmth is reassuring. As long as that support on which we lean on does not rot away.

Happy birthday, Luni ♡