#dokusaiisha

sliiides over to the seat in front of fuyuhiko.

What the fuck.

❝ kuzuryuu-kun? — ❞

for a second, her lips were pulled into a deriding sneer. the silk of her kimono rested so slightly above her bust, though it was more so for comfort than any sort of sexualization. hiyoko’s gaze was directed upwards, eyebrows furrowed as she rustled in the folds of her furisode. in her nimble fingers was a switchblade, gentle pressure pushing against the button and causing the blade to spring open. she pulled the blade against her forearm, a cut opening and blood l e a k i n g from the wound. in a now-shaking hand, she held the blade towards kuzuryuu, holding her bleeding arm out with it. the torn flesh against the air burned like all hell, but she grit her teeth  —— she ADORED the pain,

❝ come on, cut your arm —— we can be blood brothers. — ❞

If you gimme a minute or so I can be.

next time u might as well touch em if you’re already starin at em

bones wt f did u make another bl og