#mod kou

Mitsuba: Being forgotten.

Kou: Damn that's deep.

I drew them a while ago and COMPLETELY forgot HGEJDHJDJD um.. here’s Crimson and Impo!Riil!!! I hope you enjoy the them

Hihi all!! My name is Kou (also been called Crimson/Crispy), and I’m one of the mods of this lovely little chaotic blog! 

A little bit about me, I am a tiny, anxious fire bunny who loves music, drawing, and worldbuilding! (eh,, I’m always really bad at listing likes and dislikes lkgfgfk) I am very very terrified of spiders and I cannot, for the life of me, confront people. My main blog is @crimsonsolace and my art blog is @bunny-arts !!  I’ll most likely be answering asks with drawings and stuff ^^

Anyways, enough about me... Time to meet my characters! I’m gonna put them under a read more (which I just figured out how to do, yay!) so you don’t get floodedkdfslk 

Uh. be prepared for a lot of text. I’m so sorry. I got carried away. 

This is a cute prompt. Thank you for requesting, anon~ the reader is gender neutral here~

=x=x=x=

[Hanako x Reader]

They couldn't remember exactly when. When they had fell in love with a spirit, out of all people. They had to wonder if it was even possible to be in love with a dead person's soul in the first place, but they couldn't help but feel butterflies in their stomach whenever they're near him. Their heart beats rapidly, as if trying to break their ribcage and fall down to the floor, still beating on the hard and cold surface of the tiles. That's right, their heart is still beating, but Hanako's isn't. It was hard to tell what he was feeling sometimes, whether he was extremely happy, flustered, or even angry. His heart tells no story.

Y/N was conflicted because of this whole thing, their crush on a ghost, and wanting said ghost to open up to them and trust them. It almost seemed like an impossible task. Though there's one thing they're certain of; Hanako had no ill will. They strongly held on to that belief, after all, Hanako had done nothing but helped them and made them laugh just after they've finished crying. They owed everything to him, if only they had something to return ...

=x=x=x=

Unable to think of anything, they decided that it's best to ask Hanako what he wants the most. Maybe even help fulfil the grudge or regret that Hanako had before he died. But ... if that were to be solved then would Hanako ... dissappear ... ? They shook their head, not wanting to think of anything of the sort. Now, the only thing that's important is to repay Hanako in some way. He had made them happy countless times already.

On the way to the girl's bathroom, they met Kou. Ah! How about asking him what Hanako likes? That way it'll be a surprise for him. Hopefully it makes him happy, Hanako does seem like the type to enjoy surprises.

"Eh? What Hanako likes?" Kou then hums, thinking. "He did mention about wanting to eat donuts ... If I heard it correctly. Not sure— Hey! Y/N?!" he was surprised to see them suddenly running away, leaving him hanging. He then shrugged. "Just what are they going to do ... Well, it's not really my business I guess." he rubbed the back of his neck, and continued whatever is was doing.

While running, Y/N had the biggest grin on their face. That's right. That's right! Hanako likes donuts! How could they forget about that?! They mentally scolded themselves, but the smile on their face remains.

Once they've arrived home, they quickly put on an apron and started to search for recipes in their mother's cook book. Ah ... there's a lot of donuts, chocolate, matcha, strawberry, plain ...

Maybe plain would be nice, after all, it's easy and simple to make.

=x=x=x=

"Eh~ You made this for me?!" Hanako seemed pleased, since his smile is so wide. He then gave them a huge huge, and it almost feels like they were about to explode from surreal happiness. "No wonder you invited me to the roof, I didn't know you had a surprise set for me. No wonder you smell good. Like freshly baked bread!" he enthusiastically laughed and sat down on the picnic blanket. "Say, Y/N, why did you suddenly do this?" he said with his mouth full of donuts, and they were a bit startled and messed with their locks of hair.

"W-well ... um ... I just want to thank you, Hanako. For everything you've done for me. You've helped me a lot more than no other friends could do. I'm just really grateful to have met you ..." they couldn't bring themselves to confess, but the way Hanako averted his eyes with a wide grin on his face, his cheeks tinted red, is just enough to satisfy them about inviting him for a picnic in the rooftop.

=x=x=x=

He didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know where he was going, or what he was going to do. But he did know that he had to keep going…

Or did he, really?

Regardless, he limped around the town, exhaustion threatening to shut his eyes and never let him wake. Blood trickled down his leg and arm, staining and crusting into his honey-colored fur, spattering in his paw as he swiped it against the shattered glass of his glasses lenses. He sniffled, the area simply a jumbled mess when mixed with the blood, tears, and broken sight of his, only making his anxiety worse.

But he kept going.

He avoided the people, and it almost seemed as if they avoided him, though he couldn’t be bothered to realize. The memory of his sister being killed… it tainted his mind, played over and over again, a mistake of his that he’d never forget. One he couldn’t move on from.

Why?

Why her? Why not him?

No matter how many times he asked these questions, he never received an answer. So, he kept going.

On and on, like an endless merry-go-round. He thought it’d never end, not until he either fainted or… died. And the latter seemed much more likely.

But he was stopped, suddenly.

“Hey.”

A raspy voice called out to him, and he flinched, moving to look up–but, no… wait.

Whoever had addressed him barely reached his chest, which was.. Surprising, but didn’t ease his nerves in the slightest.

“Who th’ hell ‘re you?” Her accent was thick, one he didn’t quite recognize.

He stared at her for a while, really just trying to take in her appearance, but he was far too dizzy and in pain to notice much. All he could focus on was… the weapon she held–a spiked bat, covered in blood, some even.. Fresh.

Terrifying.

“I.. I’m-?” He stammered, the question not fully hitting him, therefore inhibiting his ability to answer. He fell silent as she rolled her eyes, and flinched as she grasped onto his wrist.