"𝗜'𝗟𝗟 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨."-In the dark and twisted world of fame and nepotism, a chilling tale unfolds. Kyoko, a former psychopath and killer, has been reincarnated as an ordinary child named (y/n) Arima. Devoid of extraordinary talent...
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Under the twinkling stars, Kyoko and Gorou found themselves on the rooftop of the hospital, seeking solace and a moment of respite from their busy lives. The cool night breeze gently caressed their faces as they gazed at the vast expanse above them, feeling the weight of the world and the beauty of the universe.
Gorou looked at Kyoko intently, his gaze filled with concern and a hint of curiosity. "Kyoko, there's something I've noticed," he began, his voice soft yet steady. "I've seen a wound on your arm before. What happened?"
Kyoko's cheeks flushed, and she turned her gaze away, avoiding his penetrating eyes. She laughed lightly, attempting to dismiss the topic. "Oh, that? Just a little scuffle with some creeps. No big deal."
Gorou's expression hardened, and he reached out, gently bonking her on the head. "Kyoko, don't be reckless," he chided, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and concern. "You can't keep getting into fights like that. It's dangerous."
Kyoko rubbed her head sheepishly, realizing the gravity of his words. "I know, I know," she admitted, her voice tinged with a touch of remorse. "Sometimes old habits die hard, I suppose."
Gorou's gaze softened, and he placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch gentle yet firm. "Kyoko, you've come so far," he said, his voice laced with sincerity. "I've seen the changes in you, and I believe in your capacity for growth. But you need to take care of yourself. There are better ways to handle your problems."
Kyoko looked at him, her eyes shimmering with gratitude and a sense of vulnerability. "I... I appreciate your concern," she murmured, her voice filled with a mixture of emotions. "Sometimes I forget that I'm not alone in this journey."
Gorou's grip on her shoulder tightened, and he met her gaze with unwavering determination. "You're never alone, Kyoko," he stated firmly. "I'm here, and we're in this together. We'll support each other, through the good and the bad."
A tender silence enveloped them as they absorbed the weight of their words, the significance of their connection. The stars above seemed to twinkle in agreement, as if affirming the strength and depth of their bond.
