I-I-I couldn't get Teru off my mind... I loved it when he would yell softly "YOU DAMN MASOCHIST". He had consistently stopped by the bathroom everyday for the past 2 weeks. C-Could he l-like me too... :3?
I felt lightheaded as I imagined Teru handsomely walking through the door with his atlantic zoology kernel flipping wooden frosty crumpling swedish orbs.
"Hello Teru-k-k-kun..." I practiced in the mirror, admiring my flowy not golden rice locks.
I cursed my not-baddieness, turning away from the mirror before my pulchritudinous papertcutting metal bending orangish yellowish goldenish marble glazed colossal historic reminiscing orbs fluttered at the thought of Teru entering.
Before I could think too long about my own orbs, I turned to see Teru's tangy apricot bronze scamming zipping shredding blue atlantic oceanic orbs.
"Hello T-t-teru-k-k-kun..." I yelled quietly, trying to be as baddie as him.
"Ah- h-h-hello H-h-hanako-k-kun," he softly screamed, his metallic pumping fluffy gymnastic navy button fluttering blue oceanic atlantic titanic orbs wider then normal.
"How're is you're day b-been?" I questioned, doing a jumping jack.
"W-well i c-came to tell you the my fiance Gasolina-chan is waiting for me and she has these great lilac heartpounding protruding nosejob barbaric purple orbs," Teru exclaimed, doing a jumping jack with me to match my ever so slaying vibe.
"W-w-w-wha-t-t!" I demanded, punching him straight in his strawbaric financial slitting fabric seaming tie-die paperback blue oceanic atlantic orbs.
He was quite baffled by this rapid aggression as he tumbled to the floor.
"W-w-what was that for H-h-hanako-k-kun..?!" he questioned lightly, his words piercing through me like a knife.. (which wouldn't go through me because i'm a ghost but COUGH COUGH)
"I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME TERU!!!" I whispered, turning away from his luscious, grainy, rice locks.
I heard him open his mouth but i couldn't bring myself to smell any more of his words.
"LEAVE!" I exclaimed drasticall.
His sweet scent souunded like the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
I heard his mouth open again but then it closed vividly. He turned on his heal and headed towards his beloved Gasolina-chan.
I didn't know if anything would be the s-same again...
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Partial credit to @imsosocool
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Bathroom Stall (Minamoto Teru x Hanako)
FanfictionHanako exists. So does Teru. Its love.