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Fuyuhiko only lets people he trusts stay in his blind spot, and if he trusts someone, well he likes them a whole lot! 🤗
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summary: in a world where every nickname, adjective, and description used for your soulmate is inked onto your skin, you haven’t had a single kind word written on you in years.
content: derogatory language, self esteem issues, implied bullying/abuse
wordcount: 1.5k
notes: eyyyy technically my tumblr writing debut? not that it’s a very grand one. this is a very old wip that i thought i may as well get out there. enjoy??? maybe???
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The first nickname appears when you’re five years old.
It’s a graceful, scrawling cursive printed just above your heart. Ribbons of ink curled over your skin as if you’d taken a pen and scribbled across your chest.
You can’t read it, of course. Can only trace the lettering with clumsy fingers and wide eyes, warmth tingling beneath your fingertips as if an electric current thrummed beneath your skin. And in the most simple of ways you know this is yours.
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