just like summer

( JUST LIKE SUMMER )

an indie multi-muse written by paint (owner of @plumblossombouquet​), currently low activity.

fandoms: genshin impact, funamusea, friday night funkin (fnf), milgram, touhou project, hello charlotte, toilet bound hanako, and 2 ocs.  

key things to remember before following... do not interact if you’re a minor, do not interact if you’re here to start drama, but please do interact if you wanna have fun!

mun info: alias is paint. pronouns are they/them. age 19.

( but do i need it? lived my whole life without it. )

bruh wtf?! and amane wanting to or probably going to attack shidou bc he went against her beliefs, mikoto omg, and yuno finally being true to her self...

@terminateddesires​ said: ❛  you’re only asking questions about me, why don’t you tell me a little more about yourself ?  ❜ mikoto to kotoko teehee

stories I never finished | x

– “ I suppose it’s only fair. “ she sighs. she supposed she wouldn’t get a lot out of this interrogation, Mikoto never showed to be very cooperative.  ( not when he talked to Es, not when she tried to bash his head in. )

she chews on her lower lip, dragging her finger over her lips, before tapping her chin. why is she even tolerating him? he makes her blood boil. he makes her heart beat in her chest, he makes her want to skin herself. ( he’s so fake. he’s so fake that it disgusts her. ) look at her, even she knows how to control herself. she knows how to.

she knows what is right and wrong, she does. she knows.

Kotoko drops her hand, looking around, as if looking for anyone that might be listening in on them. she feels paranoid. she always does. “ what do you want to know. “ it’s barely phrased as a question.

Now he doesn’t understand why he’s in here in the first place; why he’s being interrogated like a criminal. Well, maybe he does know but he will never let that slip. (...it would be so easy to just dispose of everyone but he doesnt have to resort to such methods, not yet).

He sits on the couch with an innocent smile. Pretending to actually care and the need to know more about Kotoko. Mikoto proceeds to relax himself into the couch and giggled a bit. “Well..~” He takes a second to think of a response and tilts his head in a cutely fashion.

he hates her guts. when he gets out he will ... he will.. and it will be so releaving so fun so... “Just more about you, I suppose! We are stuck in this together right, Koto-chan?” he will get revenge. she will not get away with it. one day just not right now when he’s trying to prove he his not guilty.

ꕥ the scent of flowers still in bloom from morning shower ~ (qiqi).

guess who’s been remaking icons and making ask banners for this blog!!! me!!!

– eh. Fuuta didn’t really get women. he grew up with an older sister, but it was never really anything he could get used to. ( and then she.. and then she.. and now he doesn’t know. ) he used to do a lot of things around the house, which he guesses were feminine things, but he doesn’t know. ( he’s also.. y’know.. but he likes to ignore that. )

Fuuta worries, Fuuta worries a lot. he’s constantly filled with anxiety, and he’s always just kind of going with the flow, because going against it will always end up badly. and you will always fail. silly things such as achieving dreams weren’t real.

it’s impossible to help him, that’s what he thinks. ( he can’t be forgiven. that’s what Es decided, right? it feels awful. it feels terrible. what do they mean he can’t be forgiven? it wasn’t his fault. he didn’t even spread it. it wasn’t his fault. he didn’t even do anything. )

– “ it’s fine. I guess. “ he sighs. he barely reacts to her comment, she does that all of the time. he was a bit confused the first few times, but at this point, he doesn’t even react anymore.

hm. she does remind him of her sister a little bit.. 

– “ I guess I’ll just die here. you wouldn’t possibly understand. “

Ah, really so that didn’t work... It just made things worst. She really is the worst person for this. Yuno didn’t even know how to cope most days, so unqualified. Despite that, she had to help. She was a kind person, not a cold person. It’s not like she didn’t care either, she really did, but if she could she would let someone else help him.

“Don’t say that!” Yuno exclaims. “You deserve to give yourself a chance.”

This is probably because Fuuta wasn’t forgiven in the first trial. It seems to have dampen his mood quite a bit. Or maybe he always was like this, who knows. “People care for you, like your family and friends for example.”

She wishes the atmosphere wasn’t so icy cold. It was just a fear of hers. All she ever wanted in life was warmth. To thaw the coldness within her. 

“ .. but you are very special, to me. “ She frowns very heavily, her heart and her everything felt so heavy. She doesn’t know, or understand. Lyubov just - loved him so much, and she couldn’t explain it either. He was so special to her. 

“ It’s, I don’t know. It’s complicated. “ It’s. very complicated. She doesn’t get it either.

“ I’m.. really sorry. I really am. “ She really just wants to be friends again. She wishes she could just.. lose these feelings. “ You make me feel.. so amazing. I’m so empty without you. “

It’s honest, and she just, couldn’t stop loving him.

It was an emotional moment. At least for Lyubov, Venti just stood there empty-handed. No tears to cry, nothing to add to the table. Despite her words, he still didn’t believe them. He was just a mistake, a lazy archon letting his people do all the work.

“I understand your woes...” He comments quietly. “I don’t want to be your foe.”

But hadn’t he been leading her on all this time? He was a terrible person indeed. There truly is no way to mend this relationship. They can never go back. What’s been done has been done. And he has to bear the responsibility of cutting ties. God knows the Tsaritsa won’t be able to.

He’d just feel bad wasting more time. He really didn’t understand why Charlotte was always so insistent on spending time with him, Felix really didn’t do anything typical child-like.

He was about to answer, but she’s thrown into another coughing fit and it makes his lips close up again, as she looks at him with such a forced smile. Did she think he was stupid? Did she think he couldn’t tell? He’d just said he cares.

Or it was a guilt-trip. His mother sometimes did that. But Charlotte wasn’t the type to do that. Or at least, he thinks so. She was far too nice.

Now he’s at a crossroads. Does he say they can spend time, or does he just, not say anything until she leaves? Because that option was damn tempting, with how speechless he’s been rendered. But it’d make him feel so bad not to say anything, he doesn’t think he’d get much done.

“ I’m– “ He pauses, sighing. “ I’m not that busy. We can- do something. “ He gives up, sinking into the couch. It’s fine, work can wait. Work can wait. Work can wait. He frustratedly runs a hand through his hair.

Charlotte’s intention wasn’t that of guilt-tripping. Deep down she truly felt bad for bothering him when he just wanted to work. Just cause she wanted to hang out didn’t mean Felix wanted to. Charlotte knew she was just going to have to accept that fact.

Her tracks were quickly stopped once Felix said something. Her heart drops a bit out of sadness. Charlotte didn’t want him to feel forced, she didn’t want to be somebody like that... Sometimes she wished she could give a pretty convincing smile and convince others that she truly was fine. Maybe then she wouldn’t have to trouble others.

“But didn’t you say you were busy?” Charlotte says slightly confused. “No need to trouble yourself. I understand, you have work to do. I don’t want to distract you from work.”