β chainsaw man β’ aki hayakawa.
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once again on semi-hiatus π« work is hell
depends how many bottles you count as too many.
#or daddy#/gets shot by a mysterious guy wearing a hat
did he take too many benadryls...
summer uncoils memories, a sleeping python and its gaping mouth hovering in the back of his mind.
it was hot back then, too, heat oozing off the concrete. white shirts sticking to their bodies, the deafening, mournful cry of the cicadas, hair thatβs too damp and unruly to keep together. as his steps take him further into the mountain, these recollections cease to gnaw at him, the endless stream finally settling into something that heβs not quite sure can be called peaceful stillness or momentary subjugation: the knot in his stomach tells him itβs the latter.
suguru barely flinches when satoruβs shape comes to view, shadowed by the leaves moving like fish in the water. it only adds to the hermetic sensation thatβs been following him since the first moment he sensed the familiar cursed energy roaming about. instinct is cyclical, a silent baring of teeth, ebbing away the closer his feet took him to where satoru stood unbothered.
bear it with dignity, right up until the reminiscence begins to touch the raw-edged remnants of feelings long expired. his voice is serene, divested of the practiced theatrics of a false deity, and perhaps the most sincere heβs ever been in the past months.
β satoru! β voice feather-like, it surprises him that every syllable tastes the same rolled around his tongue, easy as though time was nonexistent. each invisible stitch seeks to replicate the ease and form by which satoru knew him β his original imperfection, as suguru remembered it. it comes to naught. their features are sharper, their bodies taller, broader, and the scent of their cursed energy honed in a way that told suguru about the curses that lay crushed beneath satoruβs feet.
a sigh of relief, then, disguised by his relaxed posture. i suppose i donβt have to worry, weβre still on opposing sides. β iβll make a risky assumption and say that iβm not the target this time. what about the curse? have you squashed it yet?β
@infinitie
not requested but there's something about a text thread, isn't there? anyway, these are a mixed bucket, i'll deffo post more of these, but for now, here you go, bon appetit, and if you wanna make them texts to a wrong number?? all the better! just make it clear for the person receiving it!
( sms ) : hey! is this [WRONG NAME] from the club last night?
( sms ) : wait right there, i'm on my way
( sms ) : sorry, who is this?
( sms ) : so... last night was fun.
( sms ) : can i come over?
( sms ) : did i leave my underwear at your place last night?
( sms ) : i am having the WORST / BEST day!!
( sms ) : we need to talk.
( sms ) : i'm in. whatever it is you're planning, i'm in.
( sms ) : you awake?
( sms ) : i miss you.
( sms ) : i'm sorry.
( sms ) : wanna hang out later?
( sms ) : it's honestly insane how much i love you.
( sms ) : i'm worried about you.
( sms ) : please don't say i told you so...
( sms ) : you know how you totally adore me?
( sms ) : got any plans tonight?
( sms ) : i know it's three am but i got donuts and i'm outside.
( sms ) : i'm outside. come on. we're going out.
( sms ) : i'm boooooooooored.
( sms ) : i can't sleep.
( sms ) : i know it's late, but... would you like to go for a walk with me?
( sms ) : where are you?
( sms ) : i love you.
( sms ) : are you really okay?
( sms ) : please don't shut me out. i can tell when something's bothering you.
( sms ) : can you come pick me up please?
( sms ) : this date is a total disaster. can you call me with a fake emergency?
( sms ) : why have you been acting so weird lately?
( sms ) : you know you can tell me anything, right?
( sms ) : not to sound like a tv trope, but i need a plus one for a wedding this weekend. you in?
( sms ) : wanna do fake proposals at fancy restaurants for free food?
( sms ) : wanna go on vacation together?
( sms ) : i got arrested and it's a hilarious story but i really need you to come bail me out first.
( sms ) : what the hell happened last night?
( sms ) : i don't wanna be alone tonight. can i stay at your place?
( sms ) : i got a code red situation.
( sms ) : what's shakin, bacon?
( sms ) : what should i have for dinner tonight?
( sms ) : it's so boring when you're not around.
( sms ) : so... the drunk voicemails i left you last night... you totally listened to them, didn't you.
( sms ) : i love you but if you ever eat my bagel bites again...
( sms ) : wanna go out tonight?
why does my broke cousin get to date a black haired baddie and I don't? Why did he (suguru) leave me
hey so if you see a guy with a red mullet + braid, sunglasses, long black coat, a foreign accent, has a perpetual π€ͺ on his face β- heβs trying to get at the crazy cult man ur in love with and should die
what do you mean another guy is talking to suguru? what does he look like? HEY stop running!!
@hourdive