This one video with that song has been on my mind all day)) please enjoy!))
Korekiyo's p.o.v
I was currently sitting by the window, I feel like it is the best place to sit, the beautiful sunlight beaming down on me but not enough to cause me discomfort, the light breeze of the classrooms air conditioning, the perfect amount of noise coming from the hall where it's not loud enough to distract me. And most importantly,, her,, she just so happened to be in the same class as me, she sat in my row in front of me, how lucky was I? I couldn't help but stare at her, not creepily but more as a way of me admiring her,, I couldn't help it I mean she was really beautiful,,, her long white hair, her light yellow cardigan that went perfectly with her pastel blue skirt, her beautiful smooth skin,,. 'Ah,,', she was truly perfect,, I snapped to attention by the sound of the bell ringing, such a shame that this is the last class of the day,,the only class I have with her,, it truly is upsetting,,if only we got to see each other more,, I thought, and as if god himself had answered me, the artist walked over to me. I tried not to let my attraction show as I looked up at her. "Kiyo! Hi hi!!" She said enthusiastically. I nodded in acknowledgement "hello Angie" I greeted back, interested as to why she spoke to me. She didn't say anything for a while as she looked at me up and down. Examining me and my outfit "is there a problem,,?" I asked calmly. She looked at me and smiled as she shook her head "not at all! I was just thinking that you'd be perfect! For an art project I'm doing"! She says excitedly. Before I had time to question her further, she grabbed my hand and started leading me to the art room. I didn't say anything, simply enjoying the fact that she was holding my hand, I smiled slightly, not that she could see it considering my mask. Now I can spend my after school time with my beloved Angie,,
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Ships because I wanna cry
FanfictionI have a lot of ships that I wanna write about but idk where to put it so here I go