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     another day. another kill. another day without proper rest. another day without proper food.

     it’s just another day.

     nejire wipes the blood off of sword with an old rag before sheathing it in it’s holder on her waist. it might not be the most conventional weapon to fight with, but at the beginning of all this it’s the first thing she saw in the store and she wasn’t up for being picky. it’d taken her awhile to learn to use it properly, but now? now it’s like an extension of her own body. and the ONLY thing she can count on in this ugly, ugly world. 

     the blue haired girl walks through the run-down grocery store as quietly as she can, one hand on the knife holstered on her left thigh, just in case she needs something faster. it’s a long shot, but there’s a chance that there’s some food here if she looks hard enough. 

                      was that...? 

     she whips her head around in the direction of the noise she’d just heard. was that a can skidding across the floor? was someone else here? or was it a walker? as quietly as a mouse, she doubles back the way she’d come the knife already drawn, waiting to be used. blue eyes scan the dimly lit area in search of the body, until she find them standing in the middle of ones of the isles. using her quick thinking, she knows he isn’t a walker but she doubles back around and makes her way up the back side of the isle. treading carefully until she’s close until to point the tip of her knife between his shoulder blades. 

COMB BETWEEN TEETH , your fingers tango with strands of dyed red hair. bobby pins are sitting on your lap while you braid his hair , eyebrows furrowing & eyes narrowed in focus. body moves & you’re grumbling. a light kick to the boy’s thigh was a warning — stop moving. you go back to finish the braid , hair twisting into creative patterns ; you made sure it was tight ( it lasts longer ! ). he moved again. you stop , snatching the handle of the comb from your teeth.

It was snowing outside, she could see the snow falling as she stared out the window. She was currently sitting on the floor in the living room like area of the dorms, wrapped in many blankets and feeling drowsy. Tsuyu didn’t do well with the cold. She saw everyone out playing in the snow and so wanted to do make a snowman or have a snowball fight but...Tsuyu and cold just didn’t go together. A sigh escaped her as she fell backwards onto the floor, not feeling a thing since the blankets cushioned her landing.

She peeked at the door when she heard it open and shrunk even deeper into the blankets as she felt the cold air seep into the room. She forced a smile at the spiky redheaded male who entered the room. “Having fun in the snow, Kirishima-chan? Make sure to stay warm or else you’ll get sick, kero.”