My muse has attempted suicide and is now in the hospital. Send “Why?” For my muses reaction to yours visiting them

He almost flinched when he heard Murasakibara’s voice, filled with worry and confusion. Adjusting his collar in such a way that most of the bruises would be unseen, Akashi kept his gaze on the loose thread of the blanket, unwilling to face Murasakibara just yet. The madness going on in his head had grown far too chaotic to control and had taken over all logic and reason for that moment. A moment where he could have died if it weren’t for the staff in the house.

Send one of the following for my muse’s response. ♥ For mine to accidentally bite yours too hard while kissing.

Kisses with Murasakibara were always sweet but sometimes it was just so difficult to control the urge to demand for more. It had been a while since they saw each other and Akashi found himself savouring Murasakibara more as he wrapped his arms around the other’s neck, pulling him down to his height. He gave little nips on soft lips but apparently, Akashi got too carried away, only realising how hard he had bitten when he tasted blood.

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       Why Murasakibara was here was a new question altogether. A rather irrelevant one also.        The large familiar form seeming only taller than it had in middle school; but Daiki found no         time to dwell on such useless aspects as height at a time like this. A time where he should        have been (at least) pretending to partake in training aside his teammates but instead; there        he lounged soaking in the warm sun until the large shadow of the lilac haired boy was cast        over him.