hell, at this point I’m not exactly sure if you even remember me! இ﹏இ but of course I remember you, bri-senpai! I honestly don’t think I could ever forget someone as sweet as you are .>﹏<.

Konbanwa, Bri-senpai! <33 Is truue, thoughh xDD I know we don’t really talk much (bad communication on my part asdfjdlkfh; I’m horrible at keeping in touch) but after all these months of admiring you and your blog from afar I could easily pick up on the fact that you’re one of the nicest people ever and a flawless RP’er and （*/∇＼*）

((lakjdfalsjfa KOUHAI I'VE MISSED YOU <3333))

{1. First impression: I have the worst memory omg but what I do remember pretty well is that when I first started following you I used to see many posts where I could tell that you weren’t feeling very good, and I wanted to talk to you but I didn’t knew how to approach to you until I sent you an ask and then you sent me one too <33 the fact that I’ve always felt insecure about my english didn’t help.2. Truth is: You’re so cute, and nice ;; your Kou is great! You should feel more proud and confident of her. <3 But really, you’re a lovely person and I hate seeing you sad because you don’t deserve it, sweetie— Anyway, I’m glad that you came back! I missed you in my Dashboard ;n; also wow your blog always looks so pretty 3. How old do you look: idk ¿16? ovo4. Have you ever made me laugh: I’m not sure o:5. Have you ever made me mad: Nope ~6. Best feature: Your sweetness! Also, I think that you’re one of those people that seem to take care of the people that are important to you uvu7. Have I ever had a crush on you: Nope8. You’re my: Friend, right? (?)9. Name in my phone: —10. Should you post this too? If you want to ~}

"Wait.." Rin leaned forward, his brow cocked, "W-what do you mean by that?"

//He ships it too.  He just doesn't realize it yet :3

>> At some point in our lives, we have to learn to let go. We have to come to terms with our fate and move on, fighting the urge to look back and regret. Sadly, it's easier said than done. In Seijuro's case, it was even more so. How was it that he was expected to accept this outcome so easily? All of his friends said they'd be by his side, and that this moment of sadness would pass, but the redhead was beginning to think that he would be permanently stuck in this never ending loop of sorrow and despair.       Now, we find him slumping in his usual place; a slightly worn out leather recliner, sleep deprived eyes fixated on the non-blinking phone resting atop the small nightstand. How many days has it been, he wondered, since he'd gotten up and actually done something? If he recalled correctly, it was approximately fourteen days ago when the incident happened. Sure, he had gotten up to shower and eat, but besides that, he found it impossible to move from the seat. There was no reason for him to go outside; not like this. Not now. Not if she wasn't there to enjoy the autumn sun with him, to step on every fallen leaf and giggle at the crunching noise. There was simply no point. He hardly remembered a life without her, but now, sitting in the sunken in love seat, he remembered the empty, hollow feeling of                                                                                                                          loneliness.