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IM ALIVE GUYS SO HERE IS MY SHAYLAAA!!!

"oh I really like your lip combo! where did you get it from?" (shes smiling here guys)

TMASC RYUUEN & TFEM SAKURA (HEADCANNON ONESHOT)

i hope you guys enjoy this!! this was really fun to make :D I love writing and yes this may be ooc but iont care too too much yk? YIPPEE (tell me yalls opinions and stuff YAYAY)

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“Ah- s-sorry Ryuuen-” Sakura whispers and runs off

Ryuuen chuckles and pauses. “You better scram unless you have something important to do here. Hidden in the mall of all things”

Both people were standing around a far corner of the Keyaki Mall, Ryuuen scoffs and rolls his eyes; Sakura started heading the same way he was. Odd

Ryuuen shouts to Sakura who had headed to a pharmacy store, he continues to walk not so far behind. (Does she know? That's stupid.. Of course she doesn’t)

I watch as she looks left and right and heads into the isle 

Oh.. She’s getting tape.

Of course that's just a coincidence. She’s not like me, I’m not like her. I don’t even know her name and I feel.. Weird..

This isn’t like me. I’ll just browse the other fucking isles like someone normal

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And Sakura’s heart pounds; 

Oh- oh no oh no oh no..

Do the tears threaten to fall? Why is he following me? 

Grab it and go, how pathetic are you..-

And I can’t reach it. This..

Her chest is going to explode with the amount her heart beats, She is actively reaching. Looking for an employee, and honestly she should give up. A girl who feels so small trying to relieve the pressure of a body who isn’t hers. At least her height makes up for everything else; short

Ryuuen hears a quiet sob emitting from the aisle next to him (ironic) Is she just hurt? Do I leave a lady? She doesn’t have anything to do with me.

But the way I felt like that before..

He looks down at his hands and sighs, walking over to the isle where Sakura is trying to reach the kinesiology tape.

“Here.” He turns his face in fear of her reaction for something so simple. 

“Thank you Ryuuen” she whispers and wipes her eyes and runs to the cash

She waits in line as Ryuuen comes up behind her with the same item she tried to hide. She panics, because who wouldn’t? A man who looks terrifying and acts terrifying is what? Acting normal for some reason. There has to be a trick.

They both walk out after paying.

“So.” Ryuuen states as Sakura tries to rush away

“What..” Sakura murmurs, her gaze looking away from his

“Are you yknow." Ryuuen's hands fall together as he picks his skin. Avoiding her eyes but still looking down on her.

“Why does it matter to you?” She starts to walk away from the man. As she loses herself into the further isolated section of the mall. The vending machines present as Sakura grabs a drink.

“I am too” Ryuuen takes a breath. “It seems.. Weird to admit this to a stranger.”

Sakura grabs her drink from the vending machine and looks up at him.

“Oh.” Her face flushes and she turns her head, indirectly looking at him

“It’s nice to know someone else shares the same pain as me. Which is odd because you're you.” Sakura sniffles

“Yeah, yeah it is,” Ryuuen replies, and for a moment his guard lowers as he stands over this girl.

They both sit in a comfortable silence realizing they aren’t alone in this school. Everyone suffers but they now share a bond which is stronger than the point system..

Classroom of the elite spoilers ahead (up to like the most recent volume dawg)

After writing about the white room (for my english essay) I felt like writing about guess what; THE WHITE ROOM MAN MYTH LEGEND HIMSELF...

(tell me if I should do more of these bc these r fun and I love doin lil oneshots/rants >:D ) (plus the song i was thinking of after i wrote this jk i thought of that as im typing this because im a freak and cant think)

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Kiyotaka Ayanokoji is a man of words and manipulation, I want to state the following as if you were in his footsteps.

Walking into a facility that you call your home, a white box of imagination, freedom and all the things a child can imagine to the fullest. But it's dull, a sacred temple in some sort. 

The colors you see are the heads of other children playing around, but as a man comes up to you asking about where the candy is. Do you feel weird? 

You should feel weird. Why is the candy not in his hands?

 Wasn’t that the main point of the game?

A crack forms (subtly) on the concept of emotions that you yet don’t understand, Your head filling and responding with “yes sir” “no sir”

Or the other option of silence which doesn’t feel good to a child who's being abused

Am I right?

He steps onto the new grounds of the high school. The promise of freedom, as the cost is your sanity, the cost of being murdered. The cost of.

Well we must be getting off track aren’t we Kiyotaka?

He sighs, and looks at the people who he can imagine everything about. Sad to presume it’s spot on (because it is). In what world would a child be perfect and memorize everything from a single glance.

The one we call a monster or a terror is like a child trembling in fear caring for his family; a new place and he summons the courage to act like the adult, as he morphs into a facade while opening the door suggesting ‘his family is asleep but I can take the forms for now’ Proves his innocence was ripped from him. But those around him praise him for being perfect.

And those emotions he grasped on stating he would love her.

Those had to be false, Including the breakup.

You never loved her, you said it because those were the logical words in that moment, you never cared about her stories, her abuse. You used it to YOUR advantage.

And you kept doing that. 

I would like to say the cycle ended, but the fact is you will never change. Your family, your friends, your desire for victory. Nothing will change.

As you grow into a man, I have yet to feel excited for you.