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Lesson #22 spit

Full idea credit goes to @the-asexual-winter

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Imagine for a second you are Adrian surname The Eridian. Your spouse has been missing and presumed dead for around a decade, and suddenly one day an alien spaceship comes into orbit. And you cheer "Yay alien species have realized we have the same problem and have come to either give us a solution or join or efforts, too bad my mate is still gone."

Except he is not actually gone, because the eridian equivalent of a carebear decided to save them. And he doesn't want anything in return, in fact he is well aware that he might die A PAINFUL SLOW DEATH, shortly after fighting just to get the love of your life back to you. But it's ok :) because Rocky (yes he gave them a silly name) is my best friend! Oh- Are you ok-

Scolioses Grace pt 2(pt 1)

"No." Says the tuna, "Do you?"

"I have never seen it." Says the whale, "but deep in my body, I remember it."

"Why do you care," says the tuna, "if you will never see it."

"There are bones in my body built to walk through the forests and the mountains." Says the whale.

"They will disappear." Says the tuna, "one day, your body will forget the forests and the mountains."

"Maybe I don't want to forget," Says the whale, "The forests were once my home."

"I have seen the forests." Whispers the salmon, almost to itself.

"Tell me what you have seen," says the whale.

"The forests spawned me." Says the salmon. "They sent me to the ocean to grow. When I am fat with the bounty of the ocean, I will bring it home."

"Why would the forests seek the bounty of the oceans?" Asks the whale. "They have bounty of their own."

Last year I finally had an excuse to illustrate this simple little Tumblr story I've had bookmarked forever for class.

⋆.𐙚 ̊ i hope you can hear me, fushiguro 𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚓𝚔 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 , 𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝

“do you want me to come with you…?”

nobara asked as yuji climbed out of the passenger seat.

“no thanks… i’ll text you when i’m finished.”

at the sound of the door closing, the ginger lady drove away, searching for the graveyard exit.

yuji made his way through the dead grass that still had remnants of snow throughout it, careful to not accidentally step on any of the other tombstones he passed by.

finally getting to megumi’s, he clenched his fists and pursed his lips.

yuji could feel the tears forming at his waterline, blinking in an attempt to rid them.

at the feeling of snow falling lightly on his body, he eased. he closed his eyes and let out a deep breath, advancing forward and sitting down at megumis grave, his back against the cold stone.

he brought his knees up slightly, resting his hands on his knees and interlocking his fingers in front of him.

he looked down and bit his lip at the feeling of his eyes stinging once again.

“no, i’m not gonna cry. i promise, fushiguro.”

…were the first words he had spoken to megumi’s deceased form.

yuji hadn't gotten the chance to visit his grave yet.

no, that’s wrong. he had many chances, it was that he couldn't bring himself to.

“you know man… i’m glad you passed peacefully. dying of old age is way better than how gojo-sensei went out.”

yuji looked up at the gray sky, letting the snow coat his face flake by flake.

“yuta and maki’s grandchildren are getting stronger.”

yuji laughed.

“remember when yuta wanted to execute me? it was funny… that was my first impression of him.”

he paused, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue and playing with his fingers anxiously.

“i’m really happy that most of us moved on from everything all those years ago…”

“most of us. not me, though.”

“a-and not you,” he choked on his words.

“not nobara”

his breath turned shaky, as well as his fingers. he took a breath, trying to calm himself, though all he could think of was trauma-filled memories.

“damn it… i hope you can hear me, fushiguro. i never moved on from us. you were the best thing to ever happen to me. how can i just…”

yuji grabbed his hair with his fingers and straightened his knees. the pace of his breathing picked up again, forcing him to breath through his mouth.

“how can i just forget about you? how can nobara even tell me to do that? for the rest of my life you're all i’m gonna think about fushiguro! that’s a long ass time!”

despite the mid-december temperatures, the cold breeze, and frozen water from the sky coating yuji’s skin, he still felt so hot for some reason.

“your funeral was my last. i said that about hana’s i know… but seeing the body of my… best friend…? that feels wrong to say.”

he unzipped his jacket and threw it onto the snow next to him, leaving him in a loose t-shirt.

“seeing your body, fushiguro… i don't know how to move on from it… like… you were dead. i saw you dead. that's… so weird to think about.”

yujis breathing steadied and he dropped his arms lazily to the ground.

“fushiguro… see what you’ve done to me…? i’m a wreck now, because of you.”

he stayed silent for a moment, swallowing hard, as if he were swallowing a rock in his throat.

“is there… an afterlife? i wonder how it is… can you see gojo-sensei? what about nanami? choso? yuta? maki?”

he smiled, which didn't happen often anymore.

“sorry… i just… i’ll never know what it's like, fushiguro.”

yuji stood up and grabbed his jacket, looking down at megumis grave.

“well… i won’t take anymore of your time.”

getting out his phone, yuji called nobara and within a minute, she was there. before walking to the car, he stopped. turning around to face megumi six-feet under, he spoke,

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