#modelplayer

+ modelplayer + glamandslam

The pinkette finished his lunch and sighed slightly, satisfied. "Now that I finished, I should go buy some things." He looked out of the window and his eyes laid on the blonde entering the fast food.

Haizaki did not mind be called crazy. People had been doing so her entire life, and now, fifteen years later, it was hardly an issue. The outside had always seen Haizaki Shouko as an abnormality.

Haizaki supposed it made sense. She was distinctive, with her long face, sharp nose, and dark grey hair. She didn't look like your every day, run-of-the-mill schoolgirl. And she wasn't. Haizaki Shouko was a monstrosity disguised as a basketball player, twisted and insane to her very core. 

She took what she wanted, and destroyed what she didn't. Her reminders were permanent. You could not forget her. 

When Haizaki stole from you, she stole your mind, body and soul. She did not hesitate, did not care, and didn't bother to hide it. Haizaki was unabashed in her power, her evil. It belonged to her. She owned it.

And when she despised something, she eradicated it. 

...

"Kaijo's ace..? What are you doing here kid?"

39. My muse has amnesia about only your muse’s existence — yours must find a way to remind them.