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koku: 20 muz: 20

au: modern, so there'll be slang, and modern analogy and shit, modern technology, mainstream media talk, whatevs 😇

tw: quite angst/sh, but im not going to get incredibly into it (its part of the plot Jesus), non-kokuzan smut (between both probably at the moment, but I wolnt make it as detailed as I will the kkz) ૮₍˃̵֊ ˂̵ ₎ა 

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muzan: i walked to my next period class, tracing the concrete slabs in between the bricks along the wall of the wide college campus. I looked down at my feet, my flats creasing more and more as I made sure I skipped all of the cracks and lines on the sidewalk as I slowly walked to my classroom. I got to class and placed my notebook on the table, sighing as I reached in my small bag for a pen and started writing down the notes on the whiteboard in the front of the classroom. I bit my pencil in anxiousness as I heard nakime sit down in the desk next to me, and my sort of friend, who was nice, doma, sit in front of me. 

doma: "hi muzan!" he hesitated before waving to me as i turned my head around and smiled. he looked uncanny, but I chose to ignore it. 

muzan: "hi doma.." 'please, don't talk so freakin loud, you yapface..' he turned back around and i slightly smiled fakely as he pulled his notebook out of his red and black patterned book bag. i turned my head back around and blushed as my crush since early elementary school sat on the other side of me, kokushibo tsugikuni. I was ecstatic when I found out he'd been accepted into the same college as I (and also shocked, he was really stupid in high school. it ws definitely because of his scholarship for basketball or whatever the hell he did). even though he was definitely rumored to be a rebellious playboy who only played with people for their feelings, i still loved the sight of him. though I'd barely ever spoke to him, i still had massive overwhelming feelings for him. every time I looked in his purple eyes I felt a tsunami of ecstasy flood my mind and body, distracting me from any and all responsibilities I had at the moment. i tried not to care as i felt him glance at me for a second, my heart fluttering. he turned his head back forward, seeming uninterested in my boring self. "mm.." i sighed and looked forward stoically. i'd noticed a bit of blood had streamed down my hand it had stained a bit of my shirt (turtleneck kid). i sighed. i liked that shirt. after class ended, I staggered, trailing behind kokushibo, following him out of the class, and swooned at him as he walked through the halls, talking to nakime and doma. 'domas so lucky.. and how does nakime even manage.. oh, not like i can talk.' i really couldn't. i saw myself as so ugly, really. i ran to the bathroom sniffling like a little girl and ran into a stall, crouching on top of the toilet and pulling the blade i'd taken out of my friends pencil sharper out of my book bag pocket. i pushed it onto my wrist and scraped it along my inner and outer wrist. blood dripped out of my wrist as the pain stung. (okie lets end that) i breathed heavily and sighed. every single one of kokushibos yappy friends were gossiping about me in that class. whether it was that i looked heavily fatigued, anxious or depressing.. you name it, they gossiped about it. i sniffled and choked my tears back into my throat, and wiped the dried, crusting blood off of my wrist and pulled my sleeve back over it, swinging my bag over my shoulder and walking out, fixing my long, messy hair a little bit. i thought about kokushibo. he was in my next period class too. I sighed, almost walking out of the practically graffitied stall, covered in sharpie, when i gasped as i heard kokushibos voice, along with two other companions, which sounded like his friend kyogai and sekido, laughing as they headed into the bathroom, probably aiming to smoke a bit. i couldn't let kokushibo see me and my stressed face. i ran back into the stall and locked it, crouching on the toilet again, spider-man style and being completely silent. for some reason, even though i wasn't really the snoopy type, i had to know what he and his scumbag friends talked about. i just wanted to know all about him. how he was so charismatic, and so handsome. i smiled as i thought about him a little (not a little, a lot). i was overly obsessed with him. it was unhealthy. i heard then walk into the bathroom, and i could hear what sounded like sekido talking, and taking a drag from his probably hqd vape, which id seen him with before. 'ew.. nicotine.. smoke weed for gods sake, you losers.' i silently giggled to myself. and all the sudden i heard my name mentioned by kyogai.