feel my b i t e

I’m slightly obsessed with gifing this show.

well how about i badly design your fucking face

just say you love it because you fucking love it, you don’t need another reason

  She found it humorous, he felt sorry for something that never involved him in the slightest. With the gentlest of touches, the female set in back in its original place before turning to face him. “Not really a soft spot, more like a locked away memory.” Masumi replied with a small smile, looking down at her feet as she rose from her seated position.

Returning with a small but still ever there smile of her own, the girl followed him into the kitchen silently. Multiple thoughts crashed and ran though her mind as she remembered how she couldn't get to close to this man. He would be harmed if they found out the two were associated with each other, more than likely locked away like she more then likely will. They would let her taste freedom briefly before yanking her back into her cage and locking her up without another thought about it. It was sick and cruel, yes, but they spoke of how it must be done. Looking up as she snapped out of her thoughts, she sat down at the table in the middle of his room and glanced at him before resting her head on the smooth surface.

Her body was beaten down and bloody, not a pretty sight at all. She couldn’t move, her breathing quivered as she felt her body’s defense mechanism click on. Skin becoming poisonous and deadly, the cerulean haired girl felt tears rolling down her cheeks as she looked away from her subduer. “Don’t touch me, you will surely die if you do.” The youmu instructed, her voice cracking slightly as she laid there. A monster, a demon with no soul. What would he call her after all that he saw.

Her head was hidden in her knees as she hugged them into her chest silently. "Do I look like a normal person?" It came out as a hushed whisper, pain filling every syllable as she released a shaky breath afterward. "I can't even control my youmu side, maybe I do deserve to die." Masumi continued softly, tears falling to the floor and melting the ground slightly where they landed. A danger to everyone, the youmu hated every fiber that made up her being right then. People who knew her secret wouldn't even touch her, much less acknowledge her or look at her. As far as they cared, she was a monster being raised up to be slaughtered.

  Left cheek extending from air being rushed into in, she pouted childishly. “It’s not my fault, you try being locked away.” The girl mumbled, tensing as she realized what she had just uttered. This wasn’t good, he wasn’t supposed to know that. No one was, only selected few actually did know and only because they were involved. Panic had nestled itself inside her as she gulped shakily, cerulean blue eyes looking around the store as if someone had heard her mumble and would drag her away. Hiroomi seemed smart too, he would surely question her about it and find out the horrific details of her secret. “Hiroomi..” The tear stricken girl uttered shakily, fear embodying every fiber of her voice as she slowly looked up at him with wide cerulean optics.

Cerulean pools widened slightly as she stared at him before tears filled them quickly as the small droplets cascaded down her cheeks slowly. "Hiro'omi.." The name came out soft and slightly hoarse as she swallowed slightly, beginning to wipe the tears away slowly. "I'll tell you, I will. I'm so sorry." Fragile fingers desperately tried to busy themselves with cleaning up her face from the tears rolling down her cheeks. She ruined the trip, this amazing and joyful trip that he so graciously took her on just so that she could view things she was never allowed to see before. "I'm so sorry." Masumi mumbled softly, hiccuping slightly as she cried in front of the taller male. He would more than likely run when she told him, or maybe he would run to Izumi. Wasn't he her younger brother? If she heard that he found out from her, then her existence would more than likely cease the moment Izumi was told. Hopefully, he wouldn't tell.

Cerulean blue optics glancing at her finger before looking to her face with a puzzled expression. “Oh, I got in a fight.” The student explained, smiling modestly as she wiped away the blood that leaked through the sloppily-put bandage.

"Oh no, you’re not going anywhere without that thing being bandaged up. I’ve seen these types before, it’s not the kind where you can just rub some dirt in it an call it a day."

Her lips parted in shock as the woman touched her, quickly jolting her hand out of the teachers grip. "I'm fine, I can treat my own wounds. I'm used to it." She attempted to explain, frowning slightly as she looked away from her.

Wiping some blood that rolled down her cheek away with her sleeve, the delinquent nodded slightly. “Do you know where the train station is?” She asked, tilting her head to the side slightly in curiosity.

The brunette gestures to the blood trickling down her forehead, pointing at her own head and shaking her finger. “The gash you seemed to have acquired.”

Cerulean blue optics glancing at her finger before looking to her face with a puzzled expression. "Oh, I got in a fight." The student explained, smiling modestly as she wiped away the blood that leaked through the sloppily-put bandage.

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"Did you need anything? A test grade, a piece of well coveted advice?"

Wiping some blood that rolled down her cheek away with her sleeve, the delinquent nodded slightly. "Do you know where the train station is?" She asked, tilting her head to the side slightly in curiosity.

  Quickly flipping through the clothes, her smile melted away as she realized she had no clue how to put together outfits. Turning to her new male friend, the lavender haired girl stared at him tearfully. “I don’t know how to do the thing all the other girls do.” Masumi sniffled, her innocent cerulean gaze looking into his own as she silently pleaded with him to help her with her struggles.

"Hmm, well" Hiro’omi gathered his thoughts as he looked at the hanging clothing, seeing several possible options that she could try on. "Sorry to ask this, but. What are your sizes?" Of course his tone hadn’t changed, but he really didn’t mean anything perverse by it. 

Left cheek extending from air being rushed into in, she pouted childishly. "It's not my fault, you try being locked away." The girl mumbled, tensing as she realized what she had just uttered. This wasn't good, he wasn't supposed to know that. No one was, only selected few actually did know and only because they were involved. Panic had nestled itself inside her as she gulped shakily, cerulean blue eyes looking around the store as if someone had heard her mumble and would drag her away. Hiroomi seemed smart too, he would surely question her about it and find out the horrific details of her secret. "Hiroomi.." The tear stricken girl uttered shakily, fear embodying every fiber of her voice as she slowly looked up at him with wide cerulean optics.

  A smile rose to her face as she looked over the vividly lit shopping district in awe. “It’s so pretty.” Hands clasped together, the cerulean eyed girl shifted from foot to foot in udder excitement as a soft squeal escaped her. She had never seen a shopping district, not to mention being this close to it. Masumi eagerly walked inside, looking around at the shops before turning on her heel and briskly walking into the first shop she saw without bothering to read what it was.

"Find anything you like?"

Quickly flipping through the clothes, her smile melted away as she realized she had no clue how to put together outfits. Turning to her new male friend, the lavender haired girl stared at him tearfully. "I don't know how to do the thing all the other girls do." Masumi sniffled, her innocent cerulean gaze looking into his own as she silently pleaded with him to help her with her struggles.

Yes, that’s right. It was just that and nothing more.

Gazing over his form with sharp hues, the girl pursed her lips before glancing at the bonsai as well. "I see, truly platonic." She spoke up finally, looking back to the male who seemed to be reconsidering or convincing himself of something. How dull. "I'm sorry, but I have a certain place to be at the moment. I'll drop by later to clean up. Later." Waving slightly, the girl began tugging her ocean blue locks from the pig tails with ease.

Parting pink hued lips, the female bowed quickly in shame. “I’m so sorry, I broke a window in your club room on accident. I honestly never meant to, I’m very sorry.” She apologized quickly, pushing the glasses up on the bridge of her nose that slid down due to her frivolous movements. “I-I can pay for repairs, of course I’d have to get a job and gain money but I can pay you back and and…” Going off into a ramble, the cerulean haired girl was desperate to help the male.

Blinking, the female laced her fingers together and smiled shyly. "I'm Masumi Akane, the same year as you." She explained while twisting a small piece of hair around her index finger shyly and looking away. The blunette glanced at him before sighing and tugging off her glasses. Swiftly putting in her contacts, the girl pulled her hair from the pigtails and stretched her back. "I have things to do right now but I'll drop by your club room to clean up later." Masumi explained as she rolled up her sleeves hastily.

  Her back hit the barrier, sending her stumbling forward as she looked around. How nostalgic, it wasn’t as powerful as Izumis but she must be a Nase if she can project a barrier of this power. “I’m a Youmu. This is a side effect from a seal a Spirit Warrior put on me. It will wear off in the morning, but if you touch me I can’t guarantee your life.” The girl complied with the information, glancing over to her direction with slight interest.

"A side effect? What kind of seal is put to destroy? Now get up, if you’re in pain, normally it’s not desired to lie on the pavement screeching."

"It takes away my ability to transform, they said it was for the safety of the people." Rising from the floor, the distraught girl pressed her palm against the barrier and watched as a square where her hand was placed melted away slowly.

Pouting ever so slightly, the girl adjusted the elastic bands that held her pig tails in place. “I’m Masumi Akane, the same year as you are.” The cerulean haired student explained with a slightly nervous chuckle. “Kuriyama-san? Is she as dreadful as people make her out to be?” Masumi questioned, lips parted in awe.

"Ah, right. Nice to meet you, Akane-san." Akihito blinked at her question, letting out a hearty, amused chuckle. "Kuriyama-san? Dreadful? Oh, she’s far from it. She’s quite clumsy, and a bit of a ditz, but she’s a good girl." He spoke fondly of his underclassman, arms crossing as he nodded. "You shouldn’t be too scared of her. I mean, the worst she could do is call you unpleasant, but even then, she probably won’t truly mean it."

Blinking, she laced her fingers together and looked up at him. "You speak so fondly of her, are you two dating?" The upperclassman questioned innocently, a mischievous smile threatening to form. He obviously had some sort of feelings for the girl, whether it be friendly or romantic. Pushing her glasses up yet again, the girl eyed his expressions closely. Some may say she was an opportunist, using people to get her way as however she sees fit.

The feline hadn’t expected the scarf to be a weapon, dodging at the last second and being caught by the foot. This sent her tumbling into trees around her, finally stopping in her destructive path with a tired whimper. Her body wouldn’t move on its own, her muddy yellow eyes half lidded and tired as she predicted that this would surely be the end of her. “I don’t want to go.” The youmu struggled to speak, one of her ears flopping over slightly as she whimpered again. The body of the large beast melted away, leaving the lavender haired girl laying on the floor tattered and torn.

Her body was beaten down and bloody, not a pretty sight at all. She couldn't move, her breathing quivered as she felt her body's defense mechanism click on. Skin becoming poisonous and deadly, the cerulean haired girl felt tears rolling down her cheeks as she looked away from her subduer. "Don't touch me, you will surely die if you do." The youmu instructed, her voice cracking slightly as she laid there. A monster, a demon with no soul. What would he call her after all that he saw.

Fidgeting with her glasses, the girl quickly pulled out her wallet to pay for the damage and paled when it came out as empty. “I’m sorry I can’t pay for it but I’ll get a job, if I can find one, and pay for repairs.” The blunette rambled on, feeling more awful about the bonsai when she knew how much bonsai costed. “D-Do you know any easy jobs I can take up to pay?” She asked shamefully, pushing up her glasses so they wouldn’t slide off her nose.

"Hey, hey, it’s fine, really. I mean, we can use the club’s money to pay for this, so it’s okay." Instinctively, Akihito reached out and pat the girl’s head, sighing in amusement. Glancing back at the mess, he tilted his head. "Well, I’m sure the bonsai will be something Kuriyama-san will have to take care of… Unless you want to take care of that yourself." He paused, blinking as he looked up at the ceiling. "I realized… You know my name, but I don’t know yours."

Pouting ever so slightly, the girl adjusted the elastic bands that held her pig tails in place. "I'm Masumi Akane, the same year as you are." The cerulean haired student explained with a slightly nervous chuckle. "Kuriyama-san? Is she as dreadful as people make her out to be?" Masumi questioned, lips parted in awe.