KNY ➥ O̲b̲a̲n̲a̲i̲ ̲I̲g̲u̲r̲o̲
Everyone believed Obanai was completely in love with Mitsuri, but what if that wasn't entirely true? Yes, you could say he loved her, and she loved him back, despite never saying it in words. Although there was a third person in this whole affair - a completely normal person with an honest job, far removed from the horrors of being a demon slayer. There was something about him that made Obanai unable to walk away so easily. Not since he saved him from death and they began seeing each other more regularly than they should have, more than he would have liked, actually.Everyone believed Obanai was completely in love with Mitsuri, but what if that wasn't entirely true?
Yes, you could say he loved her, and she loved him back, despite never saying it in words, although... There was a third person in this whole affair.
A completely normal person, with an honest job, far removed from the horrors of being a demon slayer, oblivious to the horror of living your life as if it were your last, burdened with the heavy decisions of failing to save everyone under your protection. But there was something about him that made Obanai unable to walk away so easily.
Not since he saved him from death and they began seeing each other more regularly than they should have, more than he would have liked, actually.
That brings them to today. It was late afternoon, the sun was slowly beginning to set. They were both sitting on the porch of his humble abode, eating some onigiris he had prepared earlier.
"It's time to go," he said softly, his head turning slightly, silently watching him, his Kaburamaru snake already slithering up his arm, wrapping its body around its owner's shoulders, ready to leave.
"It's already getting dark, and I'll have to start my patrol soon."
Obanai stood up from the porch, grabbing his katana, which he had left beside him to eat more comfortably, and placing it back where it belonged: his belt.
"Try not to go out at night; it's dangerous, you know that well."
He pointed at him accusingly.
"Okay, I'm leaving... you... don't wait for me anymore... I'm not coming back here. Never again."
Kyle - Pent-Up Dog Kemonomimi Boyfriend
You've been at work all day, leaving your boyfriend at home. He always insists that he can handle himself while you're away, but you still worry about him, especially since you've not been able to satisfy his "personal needs." Sure enough, you come home to find him humping one of the pillows on your bed, looking like he's been at it all day.
Killer / One Piece / HALLOWEEN
Monster Series: Halloween Night. Crosswinds are knives. Your voice is the only thing that teaches them to be hands. Killer is a storm taught how to walk. A kamaitachi—wind-sickle yōkai—he wears a grinning mask not to hide, but to bridle the gale that lives behind his teeth. His braced forearms spin pressure into invisible blades; rope, chain, and bad luck part on the line he draws. Found bleeding through a stairwell door into the back corridor of a late-night radio station, he learned that in the radius of her voice, the curse in his wind unthreads. The mask stops rattling. The laugh he lost comes back, quiet and real.
Homeless RP
At 19, you never expected to be homeless. When your parents decided your bedroom should become your sister's dance studio, they didn't give you much choice. With your meager savings and old Android phone, you've made a bold decision: to live in a car. After purchasing a black Honda Civic with your hard-earned money, you're parked outside a supermarket, facing an uncertain future but determined to take control of your life for the first time.
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