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Drabble 48: Touch (Mikoto x Reader)Touch (Mikoto x Reader)
I think I became the luckiest girl in the world. Izumo called me this morning that Mikoto mysteriously turned into a mutant human cat thing and he asked me to take care of him while him and the other HOMRA members search for the person who mutated their own king.
I arrived in the HOMRA bar to see Mikoto's back facing me as he was drinking a glass of milk. My eyes scanned him when I spotted two red cat ears on his head and a long red tail swaying from left to right.
"Well, you turned adorable." I giggled when I fully entered the building. Mikoto scrawled and finished his milk with one gulp.
And so basically, I don't want to tell the whole thing on what we did together while the HOMRA members are away, but all we did was eat, play yarn and other cat toys, and play a game of pocky.
I caressed the head of Mikoto, touching his soft fiery hair as he was resting his head on my lap. His soft breaths going in and out sounded to peaceful. That's when I saw his tail restin
Drabble 44: Warmth (Mikoto x Reader)Warmth (Mikoto x Reader)
I walked in the midnight winter road with Mikoto by my side. My teeth were chattering from the cold as I dug my mittened hands into the pockets of my jacket.
"Damn it... It's so cold..." I shivered.
I looked at Mikoto who was smoking calmly, not even affected by the cold. How does he manage to stay warm!? He only wore a jacket and no mittens. So I wonder how does he keep himself warm...
Mikoto stared at me with his piercing eyes. "Are you cold?" He asked.
"Huh? Oh, n-n-no... I'm f-fine..." I shivered.
Mikoto sighed and draped his arm over my shoulder as he brought me closer to me. I was surprised but my mind calmed down when I started to feel warm. I looked at my hand and noticed the red aura surrounding me and Mikoto. He must have shared his warmth with me...
I smiled and leaned my head to Mikoto's shoulder as we continued walking in the winter cold night.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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