Tempo

a man finds a unopened wine bottle on the ground near a bar, and its looks like a very expansive buy. he bends down and picks it up and examine it. On the bottles wrapper, its says, "rub for surprise". And being a very curious person, he rub the bottle, than POOF, a unicorn appears out of nowhere.

"I am the one and only magic unicorn that grants wishes. You may have 5." Says that majestic wine-red unicorn.

"Oh wow. Well than... I have this guy in mind that I've loved for such a long time..." But before he could finish, the unicorn named Bob intruped.

"NO WISHING FOR LOVE!"

"why?" asks the person.

is it normal that sometimes my english jsut completely dispeasrs?

like yesterday my sensai called me up to demonstrate something and told me what to do in front of the entire class, but i nderstood NTOHING he said. then he joked and asked "what? is there a lanuage barrier or something?" and i said "yea, no english." as a joke.

but like really though, i didint understand a word he said. and mind you im very good at english, even though its my second langauge.

Tamaki lifts up Kyoya's head to make him look at his face. But Kyoya avoids eye contact. Tamaki sighs and says, "I might not know the answer now, but I will definity get back to you. Just give me some time to figure things out?"

Kyoya's jaw drops. He didn't expect this to happen. He is now looking at Tamaki's eyes, shocked at what he just said. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, of course." Tamaki closes his eyes while he smiles. "I dont play with confessions. Even if its from my bestest friend"

"You always say we're the clubs 'mommy and daddy', so why not make it official?" Kyoya says, as he pins Tamaki to the wall with both hands now.

Tamaki looks Kyoya in the eyes, and senses that he is sincere. He thinks for a moment, thinks about all the memories Kyoya and him have gone through. "Is this a confession?"

Kyoya unfolds his hands and dangles them on both sides of his body. "I always do everything for you! I take care of you, play with you, and even go along with all your stupid ideas! All of your cute. stupid. ideas. But all you care about is Haruhi." He says gritting his teeth. His hands are starting to form into fists.

"You have no idea how cute Haruhi is! I love her so much! As a father, I shall do any for my little girl!" Tamaki says running around the host club room with his hands in the air.

"Ugh its always Haruhi, Haruhi, Haruhi..." Kyoya says under his breath folding his hands over his stiff chest.

"Excuse me Mommy Kyoya?" Tamaki asks as he slows down his pace right in front of Kyoya and lowers his hands.

Kyoya sighs and decides he's finally going to tell him. "I said its always about Haruhi and never about whats in front of you, me."

"I just... I... dunno... I wanna be there for my little brother but I also want to do my own thing. You know? But I also don't want him to be alone and grow up alone, and I want him to remember his childhood as being fun and playful and not neglected... but I also want time for myself, and to be around my friends. i feel like I'm the cause of his mental problems."

Every single day I wake up to see the dreaded body I wasn't supposed to be born into. Or at least I think this way? Maybe this is the right body but not the mind? Ugh this is so confusing!

I get out of bed already in a sad mood, and the first thing I do is look at myself in my mirror decorated with stickers and whimsical stuff that I enjoy. Along side pictures of what I want to look like... Flat chested, smaller ass, no hips, and definitely no curves. My hair dyed black and red, and people seeing me as a cis man instead of a "weird minded sick" women. To belong in a group of guys and to actually enjoy myself for once. But that won't ever happen because I wasn't born that way.

I can feel my breathing get heavier and quicken as I keep comparing myself in the reflection, and without even knowing my fist was raising. I punch my vanity mirror with no hesitation and break it into millions of pieces.

I step back where the glass shards weren't showing me all of my sides. I look down at my bleeding hand, still not able to control my breathing as I grab a shard of glass and cut myself over my wrist.