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• jealousy makes you blind, but a brick can, too
Imagine arguing with Ushijima Wakatoshi.
The universe knows this man is very stubborn, honest, logical, and dense. A deadly combination because of how frustrating it would be trying to explain to him why you’re mad about something petty. It’s the perfect recipe to make you feel like a villain when you get mad at him for being too polite with his fans, especially ones who don’t know the definition of personal space or when he leaves the TV remote on the couch where you can’t, for the love of god, find it.
“Deep breaths,” you mutter under your breath. The grip you had on the counter tightens, tears pricking at your eyes as you try to take deep calming breaths. It’s been two hours since you went home from the dinner party thrown by the Adlers team, and a glance at the clock says its 3 in the morning, but sleep was elusive, your body buzzing with the vile jealousy slowly burning on your stomach.
With that thought, the events earlier came flashing back in your head, finally causing tears to fall freely from your eyes.
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